Hey! I have reviewers! I didn't even notice that last chapter. Heh! Sorry,
I just looked at the numbers and was too lazy to click the button and read
the reviews. Also, just ta let you know, A clicky-click is a remote
controller. A clicker is that thing in the car that has the blinking light
and when you turn it on, it clicks. I can never remember the name of it so
I call it the clicker. Also, just to let you know, a pushy-wushy is a
garage door opener. I'll prolly use that in chapters to come. Sometimes I
make up words for things that either have no name or I just can't remember
the name, or if I just don't like the name. Also, sometimes I ramble on and
on and on like this for no apparent reason. But I can't help it! I'm
sitting here on my computer at 3:45 in the morning, utterly bored. What the
hell am I gunna do but sit here and ramble on and on! Well, I guess I could
write the next chapter. Hm. Ok, I'll do that!
Oh yeah, I also wanted to tell ya'll that this is Obi-Wan from Episode I. Not II.
Disclaimer: Insert both a witty but yet informational of your choice here
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I spun around to see who the voices were behind me. He sounded vaguely familiar. As a turned, I saw the object of 3rd period World History's daydreams. The man who had only a few short yet memorable moments in the Star Wars movies. But on the plus side, he had a whole series of books written after him, so that has to count for something, right? Well, technically not about HIM par se, but about his Squadrons. Those I could assume were the group of extremely cute young men behind him.
I looked from face to face, trying to remember their names from the X-Wing series' descriptions, only to see that Michael and Aaron had VASTLY underestimated their hot factor.
Well, first there was of course, General/Commander Wedge Antilles. Or as, he is commonly known amongst a select group of fellow pilot worshipers, The Great One. He definitely had the whole floofy hair bit down. Chocolate brown hair that was cut in my favorite way for guys, ending just a little bit above the ear. Not to mention the soft yet commanding brown eyes that were set on me.
Next to Wedge was what was commonly known as the rest of the Fab Four.
Immediately on Wedge's right was his right-hand man, Tycho Celchu. Oddly enough, he had the hairstyle down, too. Only his hair was blonde, illuminating his blue eyes. Damn, I always had a soft spot for guys with blue or green eyes. Tycho was definitely built, like the rest of his squad- mates. But what else would you expect from a pilot? A fat, old guy? Well, minus Porkins, that would be impossible. But then again, Porkins got his ship blown up in the First Death Star. So there.
My eyes moved towards a character who's very appearance looked mournful. Hobbie, I thought. Who else but the crashing-happy, accident prone, yet still unbelievably cute pilot. Yup, Derek "Hobbie" Kilivian. He was yet another blonde. Yet another hot blonde who I had once thought of as a secondary character. Man was I ever wrong.
Right on Wedge's left was definitely and undeniably the most beautiful man ever created. He had sparkling blue eyes that were far too easy to get lost in. And silky looking black hair that was still a little bit sweaty from whatever it was they had been doing before transported here. This was the man who was not only cute and talented, but had a great personality. He had thought up of the whole Lieutenant Kettch prank on Wedge. Granted, Wedge had gotten him back with finesse I once thought far out of his reach, but he had taken his loss well. Proving once again to be the perfect guy I knew and imagined to be.
Yes. This was him. Rouge Three. He survived Hoth and Endor. Wes Janson.
He was the object of 4th period Computer Applications Daydreams. Naturally, the longest class of the day. Heheheheheee..
After what seemed to be a year and then some, I forced my eyes to move and check out the other pilots.
There was what was known as the "CorSec cutie", Corran Horn. A nickname, which absolutely did him justice.
Before I could properly ogle the rest of them, Selly HAD to come back downstairs.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" she yelled, effectively breaking all of our eardrums.
I sighed. 'Damn her. Why does she have to be here? Can't she just stay upstairs and keep Obi away from me? Yes, good plan. Hook up Obi and Selly, and then both of them are out of my hair. Or just get Selly to go back home. Heheheee.'
"Selly. You're Mom just called. Go home." I said suddenly, forgetting to answer her question completely.
The confusion was evident in her voice. "I didn't hear the phone ring."
"Selly." I said through gritted teeth. "Go. Home. Take Obi-wan with you while you're at it."
Selly looked at me. Then, at the pilots. Then back at me as it finally dawned on her. "Jackie. No way am I leaving you here alone."
By this point, Wes happened to catch on to my ulterior and somewhat naughty motives as well. "But she won't be alone! I'll be here, too!"
Wedge gave Wes a good twap on the head as I blushed liked crazy. "Wes, do you have to flirt with EVERY girl you see?!"
Wes stumbled back in mock horror. "Why General! How could you accuse me of such things! I don't flirt with EVERY girl!" He turned and winked at me. "Just the pretty ones."
Above me, I heard a guttural growl. "Back off, flyboy. I saw her first."
I nearly fainted as I gazed up at the speaker. OBI?! "WHAT THE HELL?!" voiced Selly and I at the same time.
Above me, Obi blushed. "Oh, uh. Nothing. Hey Jackie, when you gonna bring me something to eat, I'm starved!"
"Baka Jedis." I muttered.
"Hey." Corran said. "I take offense to that!"
"So do I!" Obi-Wan said.
"SHUT UP!" I barked at Obi, "No one cares what you think!" I then looked at Corran. "Sorry, but I meant that in the best of ways."
"Okay, why are you nice to HIM but not to ME? I was here first you know!"
"You shouldn't have made fun of her. She holds grudges for a long time you know!" Selly piped in.
"But you were making fun of her, too."
"Yes, but she's my friend! I can make exceptions to a certain extent because it takes FAR too long to break in a new best friend. You have to go through the whole trust issue, the anti-backstabbing ritual, the making sure she's insane enough requirements. All of it is just too long of a process for me to just kill her off because she acts too much like me. Besides, I get to make fun of her too when at all possible!" I grinned.
"You two are starting to scare me. You especially." He pointed at me.
"Why Obi, I'm flattered!"
He growled. "My name is Obi-WAN, not Obi."
Selly nudged him. "C'mon, Obi! It's like a pet name! You DID tell Wes to back off when he was flirting. I sensed a little over protectiveness there."
I waited for the retort from Obi-wan that didn't come. I began to tap my foot and Selly looked at me.
"You aren't yelling at me." she stated.
"I'm waiting for him to deny the fact that he's possessive of something that isn't his and NEVER WILL BE YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE TWIRP!"
Obi-wan blushed and ran back up the stairs to the third floor landing.
"Force help me." I said, slightly losing my balance.
"I KNEW IT! OBI LIKE JACKIE! OBI LIKES JACKIE!!!!"
"Why me? Oh why oh why me?" I said. I would have fallen to my knees, but in mid-fall Wes grabbed me, to help keep me steady. And dammit, I was too incoherent to take full advantage of this.
"Can't exactly blame him, though." Wes purred into my ear, causing me to invent a new shade of red.
"Hmm. I didn't know someone could get that red without hurting themselves." Selly mused.
Wedge cleared his voice in his General way and suddenly the awkwardness was just too much. I sprung up and immediately changed from a blushing yet oh- so-content lovesick teenager, to a perky yet nervous tour guide. "I'm sorry, where my manners-"
"Non-existent." I heard Selly mutter above.
I glared at her then, continued with my little speech. "My name is Jackie and that's Selly. Um... I'm not really sure how you all were brought here but as you can see, we had another visitor from your Universe, only from a different time period, so we have already started to try to figure out what's going on and why cute guys are dropping in my house." I suddenly felt blood rush up to my face as I realized that I had said the cute guys part aloud.
Luckily for me, Selly got into one of her rare but thankful Friendship modes and cut all comments and thoughts off. "If you guys will follow me, I'll show you where your rooms are, while Jackie orders you guys some food."
At the thought of food, I heard a chorus of stomachs growling. Including mine. I ran off to pull out the phone book as I heard Selly above me shuffling and separating the flyboys into the guest rooms.
"Now to find a place that will deliver food enough for one X-Wing squadron, a Jedi, and two teenage girls with the fastest metabolism known to man. Could things get any worse?" I said to no one in particular.
I heard a thumping noise and immediately regretted saying those words. Spinning around, I muttered only one coherent thing before screaming like there was no tomorrow. "Damn Murphy's Law."
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(No, no, not the end. Merely a scenery change, I wouldn't give you two cliffies back to back! Not even I am that evil!)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Up stairs on the third floor~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Which one is Jackie's room?" Wes asked, receiving yet another twap from Wedge.
"None, her room is the one downstairs. And no, there isn't another bedroom there. The closest would be the rooms on the second floor, but I think we need to stay up here." Selly replied.
"Why is that?" Wedge asked.
"Because," Selly said, "I want a full floor between him," she pointed at Wes, "him," she pointed at Kenobi, "And Jackie."
Wedge nodded in agreement, while Wes and Obi both pouted.
Selly grinned and nudged Obi-Wan playfully. "Why so glum, chum?"
Before he could even answer, a loud piercing scream was heard from downstairs. Before you knew it, the whole herd- minus Selly, she doesn't have as good reflexes as the rest- was running downstairs. When they got there, I swear they would have sweat dropped if this were anime. It was definitely a Sweatdropp called for occasion.
There was Jackie, pressed up against the wall, still screaming and pointing at the 'horror' set before her. Only about 10 yards away, in the kitchen area were about half a dozen Ewoks.
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Gawd, I'm sorry but those lil Ewok things ARE scary! C'mon! There three- foot tall teddy bears! Who WOULDN'T be scared? ::shudders::
Anyways, I'm trying to bring in another character.. Another Non-Star Wars character anyways! So, here's the deal, if you want to be in my ever-so- screwed-up fic, be the first person to review with a profile/background thingie and I'll put you in! Though why you would want to be in my screwed up fic is beyond me.
BUT if ya do... One lil thing... WES IS OFF LIMITS!!! There! If you want to be in my story, you cannot have Wes. Anyone else is OK, but not him. And yes, I have plans for my lil Obi-stalker. MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA- **Cough** **Cough** **Wheeze** **Choke** **Dies**
Spirit Chinow: Review! Or I'll haunt you forever! BWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA- **Cough** **Cough** Not. **cough** Again.**wheeze** **Chokes** **Disappears**
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Oh yeah, I also wanted to tell ya'll that this is Obi-Wan from Episode I. Not II.
Disclaimer: Insert both a witty but yet informational of your choice here
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I spun around to see who the voices were behind me. He sounded vaguely familiar. As a turned, I saw the object of 3rd period World History's daydreams. The man who had only a few short yet memorable moments in the Star Wars movies. But on the plus side, he had a whole series of books written after him, so that has to count for something, right? Well, technically not about HIM par se, but about his Squadrons. Those I could assume were the group of extremely cute young men behind him.
I looked from face to face, trying to remember their names from the X-Wing series' descriptions, only to see that Michael and Aaron had VASTLY underestimated their hot factor.
Well, first there was of course, General/Commander Wedge Antilles. Or as, he is commonly known amongst a select group of fellow pilot worshipers, The Great One. He definitely had the whole floofy hair bit down. Chocolate brown hair that was cut in my favorite way for guys, ending just a little bit above the ear. Not to mention the soft yet commanding brown eyes that were set on me.
Next to Wedge was what was commonly known as the rest of the Fab Four.
Immediately on Wedge's right was his right-hand man, Tycho Celchu. Oddly enough, he had the hairstyle down, too. Only his hair was blonde, illuminating his blue eyes. Damn, I always had a soft spot for guys with blue or green eyes. Tycho was definitely built, like the rest of his squad- mates. But what else would you expect from a pilot? A fat, old guy? Well, minus Porkins, that would be impossible. But then again, Porkins got his ship blown up in the First Death Star. So there.
My eyes moved towards a character who's very appearance looked mournful. Hobbie, I thought. Who else but the crashing-happy, accident prone, yet still unbelievably cute pilot. Yup, Derek "Hobbie" Kilivian. He was yet another blonde. Yet another hot blonde who I had once thought of as a secondary character. Man was I ever wrong.
Right on Wedge's left was definitely and undeniably the most beautiful man ever created. He had sparkling blue eyes that were far too easy to get lost in. And silky looking black hair that was still a little bit sweaty from whatever it was they had been doing before transported here. This was the man who was not only cute and talented, but had a great personality. He had thought up of the whole Lieutenant Kettch prank on Wedge. Granted, Wedge had gotten him back with finesse I once thought far out of his reach, but he had taken his loss well. Proving once again to be the perfect guy I knew and imagined to be.
Yes. This was him. Rouge Three. He survived Hoth and Endor. Wes Janson.
He was the object of 4th period Computer Applications Daydreams. Naturally, the longest class of the day. Heheheheheee..
After what seemed to be a year and then some, I forced my eyes to move and check out the other pilots.
There was what was known as the "CorSec cutie", Corran Horn. A nickname, which absolutely did him justice.
Before I could properly ogle the rest of them, Selly HAD to come back downstairs.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" she yelled, effectively breaking all of our eardrums.
I sighed. 'Damn her. Why does she have to be here? Can't she just stay upstairs and keep Obi away from me? Yes, good plan. Hook up Obi and Selly, and then both of them are out of my hair. Or just get Selly to go back home. Heheheee.'
"Selly. You're Mom just called. Go home." I said suddenly, forgetting to answer her question completely.
The confusion was evident in her voice. "I didn't hear the phone ring."
"Selly." I said through gritted teeth. "Go. Home. Take Obi-wan with you while you're at it."
Selly looked at me. Then, at the pilots. Then back at me as it finally dawned on her. "Jackie. No way am I leaving you here alone."
By this point, Wes happened to catch on to my ulterior and somewhat naughty motives as well. "But she won't be alone! I'll be here, too!"
Wedge gave Wes a good twap on the head as I blushed liked crazy. "Wes, do you have to flirt with EVERY girl you see?!"
Wes stumbled back in mock horror. "Why General! How could you accuse me of such things! I don't flirt with EVERY girl!" He turned and winked at me. "Just the pretty ones."
Above me, I heard a guttural growl. "Back off, flyboy. I saw her first."
I nearly fainted as I gazed up at the speaker. OBI?! "WHAT THE HELL?!" voiced Selly and I at the same time.
Above me, Obi blushed. "Oh, uh. Nothing. Hey Jackie, when you gonna bring me something to eat, I'm starved!"
"Baka Jedis." I muttered.
"Hey." Corran said. "I take offense to that!"
"So do I!" Obi-Wan said.
"SHUT UP!" I barked at Obi, "No one cares what you think!" I then looked at Corran. "Sorry, but I meant that in the best of ways."
"Okay, why are you nice to HIM but not to ME? I was here first you know!"
"You shouldn't have made fun of her. She holds grudges for a long time you know!" Selly piped in.
"But you were making fun of her, too."
"Yes, but she's my friend! I can make exceptions to a certain extent because it takes FAR too long to break in a new best friend. You have to go through the whole trust issue, the anti-backstabbing ritual, the making sure she's insane enough requirements. All of it is just too long of a process for me to just kill her off because she acts too much like me. Besides, I get to make fun of her too when at all possible!" I grinned.
"You two are starting to scare me. You especially." He pointed at me.
"Why Obi, I'm flattered!"
He growled. "My name is Obi-WAN, not Obi."
Selly nudged him. "C'mon, Obi! It's like a pet name! You DID tell Wes to back off when he was flirting. I sensed a little over protectiveness there."
I waited for the retort from Obi-wan that didn't come. I began to tap my foot and Selly looked at me.
"You aren't yelling at me." she stated.
"I'm waiting for him to deny the fact that he's possessive of something that isn't his and NEVER WILL BE YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE TWIRP!"
Obi-wan blushed and ran back up the stairs to the third floor landing.
"Force help me." I said, slightly losing my balance.
"I KNEW IT! OBI LIKE JACKIE! OBI LIKES JACKIE!!!!"
"Why me? Oh why oh why me?" I said. I would have fallen to my knees, but in mid-fall Wes grabbed me, to help keep me steady. And dammit, I was too incoherent to take full advantage of this.
"Can't exactly blame him, though." Wes purred into my ear, causing me to invent a new shade of red.
"Hmm. I didn't know someone could get that red without hurting themselves." Selly mused.
Wedge cleared his voice in his General way and suddenly the awkwardness was just too much. I sprung up and immediately changed from a blushing yet oh- so-content lovesick teenager, to a perky yet nervous tour guide. "I'm sorry, where my manners-"
"Non-existent." I heard Selly mutter above.
I glared at her then, continued with my little speech. "My name is Jackie and that's Selly. Um... I'm not really sure how you all were brought here but as you can see, we had another visitor from your Universe, only from a different time period, so we have already started to try to figure out what's going on and why cute guys are dropping in my house." I suddenly felt blood rush up to my face as I realized that I had said the cute guys part aloud.
Luckily for me, Selly got into one of her rare but thankful Friendship modes and cut all comments and thoughts off. "If you guys will follow me, I'll show you where your rooms are, while Jackie orders you guys some food."
At the thought of food, I heard a chorus of stomachs growling. Including mine. I ran off to pull out the phone book as I heard Selly above me shuffling and separating the flyboys into the guest rooms.
"Now to find a place that will deliver food enough for one X-Wing squadron, a Jedi, and two teenage girls with the fastest metabolism known to man. Could things get any worse?" I said to no one in particular.
I heard a thumping noise and immediately regretted saying those words. Spinning around, I muttered only one coherent thing before screaming like there was no tomorrow. "Damn Murphy's Law."
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(No, no, not the end. Merely a scenery change, I wouldn't give you two cliffies back to back! Not even I am that evil!)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Up stairs on the third floor~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Which one is Jackie's room?" Wes asked, receiving yet another twap from Wedge.
"None, her room is the one downstairs. And no, there isn't another bedroom there. The closest would be the rooms on the second floor, but I think we need to stay up here." Selly replied.
"Why is that?" Wedge asked.
"Because," Selly said, "I want a full floor between him," she pointed at Wes, "him," she pointed at Kenobi, "And Jackie."
Wedge nodded in agreement, while Wes and Obi both pouted.
Selly grinned and nudged Obi-Wan playfully. "Why so glum, chum?"
Before he could even answer, a loud piercing scream was heard from downstairs. Before you knew it, the whole herd- minus Selly, she doesn't have as good reflexes as the rest- was running downstairs. When they got there, I swear they would have sweat dropped if this were anime. It was definitely a Sweatdropp called for occasion.
There was Jackie, pressed up against the wall, still screaming and pointing at the 'horror' set before her. Only about 10 yards away, in the kitchen area were about half a dozen Ewoks.
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Gawd, I'm sorry but those lil Ewok things ARE scary! C'mon! There three- foot tall teddy bears! Who WOULDN'T be scared? ::shudders::
Anyways, I'm trying to bring in another character.. Another Non-Star Wars character anyways! So, here's the deal, if you want to be in my ever-so- screwed-up fic, be the first person to review with a profile/background thingie and I'll put you in! Though why you would want to be in my screwed up fic is beyond me.
BUT if ya do... One lil thing... WES IS OFF LIMITS!!! There! If you want to be in my story, you cannot have Wes. Anyone else is OK, but not him. And yes, I have plans for my lil Obi-stalker. MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA- **Cough** **Cough** **Wheeze** **Choke** **Dies**
Spirit Chinow: Review! Or I'll haunt you forever! BWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA- **Cough** **Cough** Not. **cough** Again.**wheeze** **Chokes** **Disappears**
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