Hmmm...What to put in the part that everyone skips...what to put in...

I got a sugar rush, and am kinda annoyed that people haven't reviewed. I'll put up a limit if you don't keep it up! crys You know, you can review like, ten times a day! I'll let you!

"I don't know, but it's been said. (echo: I don't know, but it's been said.) We're off to war, we're not yet dead. (We're off to war, we're not yet dead.) Become a knight, and you'll go far. (Become a knight, and you'll go far.) In suspenders and a bra. (In suspenders and a bra…what?)" –Spamalot, the musical version of Monty Python's Holy Grail. Ain't that the meaning of all life in this stupid world?

Did you know that the guy that played Arthur died in, what, 1994, (what's the date, Steakie?) from cancer? When Steakie (the girl out of the two people under the pen name Augmented here) told me, it nearly broke my heart. He was the best (male) actor out of 'em all. Sigh…

Hugh and Sam are no longer at odds, my birthday was on the 26th of April, I'm friggin' tired, I'm listening to The Devil Went Down to Georgia, my towel in swimming is starting to smell really funky…yeah. Sorry 'bout the rant.

OMG! Sonnet Lacewing has, once again, recognized my existence! Sorry, but she is so awesome, she's (Tokyo Mew Mew analogy) like the Zakuro to my Mint! If you don't the books, Mint is a person!

Anyways…

Tellin' you now, this will be an on-going project. If I seem to be ignoring it, please just notify me and I'll have it fixed in a jiffy! My goal is to bring every good couple to Indiana. Hey, Onua should be with Sarge, not Lindhall, right?

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Day Two, Part Two: Meeting of the Court:

"Ellie! You made it. Good. Hugh had forgotten the food, so then I had to run and get it with his money because he forgot his license, and he's still in shock from last time. Did you know that his YOUNGER BROTHER had to drive him here? When I saw him, I was totally like: WTF, man? Just get a new license already! But no, he likes being chauffeured by his brother who, thusly, can control HIS EVERY EXISTENCE!" a breath, and then "Sam says she couldn't come because she has to baby-sit her cousin, and she's SUPER pissed that she isn't even getting paid. 'Least, that's what Shravie and Anj said that she said after the three of us (you, me, and Hugh) left last night—" Barbara ran up and started talking as soon as I opened the door, something very un-Barbara-ish.

"Barbara. CALM DOWN. Now, as you can see, you are scaring our guests." She only stared at me. (How come everytime I see stared, I think starred? Weird.) I sighed. "Biz, are you on a sugar and/or general I-love-horses rush?" They are actually quite common.

Mysteriously, she said, "Maybe…" before she ran off to be with her horses, Daine only a beat behind her.

"Elle, what poison about me was our Barbara spouting this time?" Hugh, in full fencing garb, walked over. He made a lunge with his epee (a type of sword-type-thing used in fencing) at my arm before I sidestepped, letting him keep going while I said, "The usual. You know, you're just a lazy ass that shouldn't have to be carted around by his brother because you're too lazy to go get your new license." During my amazing short little speech about my good for naught friend, he was apologizing. But, lo, what is this? Not to me, but the king behind me. You see, he had hit Jon. Amazing how those things work out, huh?

"Sorry, dude, it was so all her fault. Anywho, who can fence?"

Alanna was the first to speak. "I can. So can this dunce," she pointed to Jon, "Thayet, George…yeah. Us."

"Awesome. Hey, Elle? Mind if I steal your friends?" And without waiting for an answer, he walked away.

"If you want to fence, obviously, follow him, but I'd like you to meet the other two who are here at the moment." Over my shoulder, I cried "Oi! Hugh! Where the heck are Anjona and Shravie?" Suddenly, purely for the point of giving everyone heart attacks, Anjona jumped down from the barn rafters.

Oh, didn't I mention it before? We were in a super mongo barn that Bizzy owned and rented stalls out. (Yes, Bizzy, in my story, you have actually done it!) It included a mini-fridge that we added (yeah! Go us!), an archery range (for me), a fencing court (for Hugh), a sand volleyball court was outside (we all suck, but we just play nuke 'em, at which, WE ROCK ASS!), and plenty of outlets for us to plug the computers into. All in all, we ended up using up about half of the barn for ourselves, and the rest for the horses.

After about a beat for the point of letting us catch our breaths, Anjona said, "Hey Lioness. I read the rest of your story, but it still doesn't make sense. I think you need to change it." Alanna, needless to say, was staring cluelessly at my friend.

"Since when have I written a story?" She looked at the others, who were also at a loss.

"Hey, not you, the Lioness of West Lafayette High School. Or is it Jr/Sr because the schools are combined? Or maybe you're talking about our whole city, West Lafayette. You never specified. So, which is it?"

"O.O; Heh, guys, this is Anjona, also known as Steakie. (gasp, I have revealed our name on the Internet, and you'll have to hack into my account to change it! Tellin' you now, though, it's mentioned on your profile. Smooth, girl. Real smooth.) Um, heh. About the "Lioness" thing…I…uh…well. My penname for the stories I write is Lioness of WEST SIDE because I have a temper, George is hot, I'm shorter than most people at my school (they're all abnormally tall), George is hot, I keep my hair short, George is hot, I kick ass (or for me, people's asses), George is hot…yeah. That and other reasons. Plus, your story is so amazing. Anyways, Steakie, like Barbara, is abnormally perky and upbeat. It's really annoying early in the morning." After that I muttered, "Stupid fuckin' early mornings. Other schools start earlier, like the elementary schools. They start way later than we do. Mumble mumble mumble…"

I looked up. "What? Why the hell are people staring at me? That is it, I'm leaving." I left to hug, kiss, and murmur lovingly to my ancient bow. The only object in this world that really appreciates me.

"Oi! Elle!" someone yelled.

"What Hugh?" I, of course, yelled back.

"Shrav says she'll meet us at lunch!"

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Once, I stopped to see what everyone was doing. Hugh was teaching Alanna, Thayet, and Jon the Olympic rules of fencing. (non electronic, for that would confuse them) Barbara was talking with Daine about horses, and I could only understand 10 of it all, for all the time that I was friends with Bizzy. Anjona was showing Numair the wonders of the internet. I looked around for George, and was surprised to see him practicing on the archery target next to me. Wow. He's really good.

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"So? Where the heck are we going?" I asked Anjona as everyone piled into either my van or Barbara's car. Alanna and Jon wanted to ask Hugh more, so they all got into the car with Barbara; meaning that I was driving the van with Anjona, George, Daine, and Thayet.

"Uhh…yeah. About that. See, Ellie, there was a reason why Shrav couldn't meet us here. She was actually thinking up a title for Evan, and—" Anjona answered before I interrupted.

"Evan's not in the court. What do you mean? And you still haven't answered my question."

"Umm…well, we've gotten together—" "Behind my back, you mean." "No comment. And we thought that well…Hugh is the only guy in the Court, and Evan's been in the group since it started in seventh grade…it just made since, yeah?" "No. We will, however, discuss what drove you to go behind my back and what gives you privilege to do so." sigh. This'll take a while.

I leave you now with these words of advice: DON'T INTRODUCE UNPLANNED CHARACTERS IN THE MIDDLE! My friend, Evan, wanted to be in the story. Sigh...

Evan: tell me these things WHEN I'M STARTING THE STORY!

Oh, and to Drop Your Oboe (reviewed Teasing, just looking to see if you're reading this.) ALANNA DOESN'T HAVE A COMPUTER IN TEASING!