Written by aZn dReAmEr xD
Chapter 14
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Note: Sorry for double-posting. Eh, made a mistake.
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I'm sorry that last time I didn't have enough time to reply to the reviews, and thank those who reviewed. But I thank you now for reviewing!
I'm glad you enjoyed the sneak peek:) Here's the real thing now. And also, this is not the best chapter… I realize the descriptions are… way down. But I ALSO realize most of you don't care about descriptions, only about what happens. Which most definitely fits into my category- faster chapters, more time to do everything else.
WARNING: MORE CHARACTERS ARE COMING SOON. So if you are confused by how many character in this story NOW, then yeah. Prepare.
It's gonna get funny in future chapters.
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"OH MY GAWD!" Skye shrieked, fanning herself with her hands excitedly.
Kristen opened the window slightly, and saw three figures in the distance, coming closer.
Her hair flew out because of the slight breeze. Apparently, these three figures saw it.
They instantaneously ran over to the window, waving their hands wildly in the air, and shouting out weird, incoherent noises.
They began to jump up; trying to grab for the black hair that was slightly flowing- which was about… 50 feet high. Or maybe 100, it was hard to tell.
Deana rolled her eyes at the demented people and mumbled, "Losers…"
Kristen looked around the room wildly, trying to find something to throw at them. She found an object, grinning widely.
"Perfect."
She ran for it, and grabbed Skye's guitar.
"HEY!" Skye hollered, running for her guitar that Kristen was mockingly dangling in front of her.
She eventually retrieved her guitar back with her aggressiveness.
Kristen sweat dropped. "It was worth a try." She muttered.
Skye grabbed a slipper thrown carelessly on the ground, and threw it to cheese-and-crackers-mon. It bonked her on the head with a loud thud. Cheese-and-crackers-mon seethed, and threw a fist in the air, yelling incoherently at her.
Skye made a face at him/her, and called out, "LOSER!"
Cheese-and-crackers mon broke off a branch from a nearby tree, and began to pummel the wall with it.
"My god. Yumi isn't going to be happy about this…" Deana giggled.
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"Yumi! Nice to see you!" Ted called, his hand waving in the air. His blondish-brown hair was neatly combed and gelled.
"Hey Ted!" Yumi smiled and grabbed Ulrich's hand, running up.
"Your boyfriend, eh?" Ted raised an eyebrow. "And we heard you would be single forever."
"No, not my boyfriend… just one of my best friends." She replied, blushing slightly.
"Oh. He's a pretty good-looking guy. He could fit for the part of this photo shoot. Perhaps he could be for the advertisement for the new perfume. You know, it'll be one of those sexy, romantic ads that'll make women trample over each other to get the product." Ted nodded toward Ulrich, but talking like he wasn't there. "He'd be just right."
He arranged his fingers as if he was taking a snapshot of the two together. "I can already feel it. You'd be perfect!"
"B-But- I don't model!" Ulrich protested, shaking his head rapidly.
"Oh, you'll be fine. If not, we'll get one of our boy models. Randy might be pretty good too. I saw the ads that featured him. He's pretty good at attracting women. Apparently, looking at him kiss other women makes him to die for with them. Yumi and him might be pretty good in the ad."
"Wait- you mean… if Ulrich does it… we have to make out?" Yumi questioned nervously, fidgeting with her thumbs.
"Yeah, if not, you'll have to do it with Randy." Ted replied.
Ulrich boiled at this. She WOULD NOT make out with this Randy. Gross…
"You mean the guy who did the ad with me last time?" Yumi asked.
"Yep."
Yumi shook her head. "He was a good kisser, and really hot, but he got too over-eager. If I hadn't pushed him off of me, he would have ate my face."
Ulrich cringed.
Ted and Sasha-san simply laughed at this.
His mouth opened, and spoke the impossible.
"I'll do it!"
Yumi turned to him, her mouth agape. "Y-you- we-" she turned to Ted, her eyes wide and confused.
Ted just smiled, and pretended to not have seen the celebrity's pale white face. "Marvelous!" he exclaimed. "This shall surely be a hit, the women are going to go insane over you." he told Ulrich.
Ulrich looked out of the corner of his eye, to meet Yumi's. Her face was pale white.
"Follow me," Ted gestured.
As they followed, the brunette whispered in his friend's ear, "Sorry. I just didn't want the guy to eat your face again."
But inside- he knew the truth. He really did want to kiss her. He had fantasized about it for so many years. Now, he was actually going to get paid to do it.
…Sweet.
Yumi softly smiled at him, and thanked him for saving her. However… inside her heart, she had longed for him to actually want to kiss her… not just to save her. At least she got to kiss him. But she knew that he wasn't doing it from the bottom of his heart. It was just a best-friend kiss. Wonderful.
"Ah, okay." Ted gestured for them to walk inside the dimly lit room.
He smiled devilishly. "We shall get started now." He announced, ushering Yumi and Ulrich into separate rooms.
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The photo shoot was over in… hmm, three to four hours tops. While Yumi was in the bathroom, she made a frantic call to Kristen.
"YUMI!" she shrieked loudly, "How's your date?" she emphasized the date not a little, but A LOT…
"It was a photo shoot." Yumi glared down at the ground, and stomped on the floor, pretending it was Kristen.
"Did you make out?" she questioned slyly.
"No. I had to make out with Randy when Ulrich suddenly felt sick, and started getting a fever. Something about a rapid heart rate, and a warm forehead." She sighed.
"Oh." Kristen's voice was bored now. "Well, the three retards had stricken again. That Chicken Nuggets person and her cheese-and-crackers-mon companion. As well as their newest addition, Onion Rings."
"Oh god."
"Yeah. By the way, one of them kicked your wall, I don't know if its scratched or anything."
"Whatever, I have plenty more wall where that came from." Yumi sighed, leaning on the clean, marble counter of the bathroom.
"YUMI!" Sasha's voice rang out, as she banged on the wall repetitively, her stubbornness and impatience beginning to show. "Are you getting sick or something?"
"No," was her sullen reply.
"Then come out! You have to go to your recording, and its already 3:45!"
"Okay," Yumi pressed her phone to her ear and grumbled, "I got to go. Sasha's being uber annoying."
"Haha." Yumi could almost feel the girl's snicker on the other end of the phone.
"I'll see you later." Yumi sighed, and flipped her phone closed.
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Ashley returned home with the blonde, purple-dash in middle of Elvis/ Dragon Ball Z hair on her arm, almost drooling.
"Ah…" Kristen raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms. She knew love when she saw it.
Deana giggled as Ashley slowly wrapped her arms around his waist. He blushed, but didn't pull away. His nervousness was apparent. Ashley's over-confidence was very… amusing.
"They're into each other?" Skye whispered in Kristen's ear. Kristen turned around and stared at Skye incredulously. "Duh…"
Ashley glared at Kristen, almost as if to tell her, "You better not mess this up." And Kristen wouldn't- much.
"Come on, sit down, sit down." She giggled as she ushered the couple onto the couch.
She burst into hysterics as soon as the two blondes sat down. They stared wide-eyed at her hyper ness. Yeah, the usual blondeness was showing.
"DO YOU LIKE EACH OTHER?" Deana blurted, as a girlish giggle escaped her glossy lips. Her hands instantly reached up to cover her loud, laughing mouth.
Skye soon joined in with the laughter of Kristen and her cousin. "I'm sorry!" she gasped in between breaths for air. "I truly am!"
Ashley sat, glowering. Her hands clenched into fists as if to say, "YOU RETARDS, I'M GETTING YOU FOR THIS!"
"Uh. I got to go pee." As Odd quickly scurried to the nearest bathroom, he reached his hands up to touch his warm face. It felt like a fire was raging right on his face. "Oh lord… this is punishment for loving a girl I just met, isn't it…" he muttered quietly to himself, so no one heard him.
As soon as he closed the grand door to the bathroom, the blonde raged, "YOU… YOU! BIYAAATCHES!"
She growled furiously and lashed out at them with force. She jumped on top of them, and roared.
"Ash?" Kristen tapped her shoulder nervously.
"What!"
"Please get off of me. Odd's right there…"
She quickly jumped off her. "Odd! Its not what it looks-"
Odd wasn't there.
Ashley turned angrily and jumped on top of Kristen again, toppling them both onto the ground. She clawed at her, her teeth almost baring at her.
The two cousins standing a safe distance away stared at their ferocious friends. They instantly turned when they heard the toilet flush, and the door opening.
"Hey g-" he stopped abruptly at the shocking sight of the girl he liked beating up the Chinese girl under her.
"Oh god. Please tell me she isn't gay or something." He whispered to Deana. "Or mentally disabled."
"Nah, she ain't gay, she likes you." Skye replied, without thinking, as she bounced back with a bag of buttered popcorn. Can't forget the butter. "The mentally disabled part I may agree on, though."
"Wait- wha-!"
Kristen tapped Ashley's shoulder again.
"What! Again!"
"Odd's right there."
"HAH, yeah righttt! As if I'm going to believe The Girl Who Cried 'Odd'!" Ashley scoffed.
"Hey Ashley?" a male voice called out. The voice she absolutely adored.
She slowly turned to face the oddly haired guy. "Odd?" she squeaked.
She jumped up, and rapidly dusted Kristen off. "It's not what it looks like!"
"Yes it is!" Kristen cried out, as she struggled to get up with much effort.
"No! No, no, no!" Ashley glared at the black-haired girl. She glanced at Odd and used her dramatic acting skills as an attempt to save her day. "You see," she started, using a "pity me!" voice, "Kristen started to attack me, because she's vicious like that."
"What the FREAK!"
"Yeah, yeah. And then, you came out, and I was hopelessly trying to defend myself!"
"THE FREAKING FREAK!" Kristen glowered. "You know I'm not attacking you just because you're giving me a birthday present."
"Uh, yeah, sure…" Ashley rolled her eyes. She bounded over to her crush, and leaned on him, taking her firm hand in hers. She batted her long eyelashes at him. "You believe me, right?"
"Um."
"I thought so!" she grinned. "Come on Odd, we have to get away from these morons. They're just ruining our day!" she leaved out the word "perfect day." Not only that, she was planning on making out with him that very day, and having him in her arms by evening. And she ALWAYS got what she wanted.
Hmm, hmm, hmm. Always, eh?
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NEXT DAY: AIRPORT
"Oh my god. CAN I COME WITH YOU?" Odd screamed, as he stared at the luxurious jet plane Yumi was about to step foot on.
Yumi sighed, and shook her head. "I wish. Mom would get enraged. You all know how Mom is."
They all nodded. She got furious… fast.
But, heh, Yumi didn't know of the surprise that would take place.
Uh oh.
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A/N: I was stuck on the photo shoot thing before, but yeah, I just skipped it. I'm not a model, never will be, so yeah. I have no idea what a photo shoot is like. And yes, Yumi and Ulrich DID go to the recording. But it's not all that important.
And honestly. I finished this chapter in 45 minutes. I really thought it would take 45 DAYS to finish this chapter, since I was stuck. Heh, took the easier (and much more convenient way) out and decided to skip it. Besides, I would totally mess up, and I know you'd all hate it.
Well, I have this idea, and it will begin next chapter. I already told like 3 people of this. So uh, you'll just have to wait and see. I'm hoping to finish this story by September. But it'll probably take longer than that. I don't exactly know. Busy busy busy.
Heh, not to mention I am my friend's "bodyguard". Hahhh, she needs to get away from all the "press, and media". Psh, right. And I have an audition later on. Wonderful, right? I haven't even practiced…
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Expect the next chapter in about… 2-3 weeks… if you get lucky. Heh. Pray that my teachers will be nicer…
Much thanks, Jenn.