CHAPTER 2: Shock (what I thought would happen at one bit in book 3)
Author's Note: Ok, I'm dead serious. I thought this was what was going to be written. The first few bits, by the way, are the real writing.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been mine, never will be mine.
Wyatt crept along the hallways after the two spies, hugging the wall and prepared to duck into hiding at any time. When he reached the intersection they'd passed on their way into the mansion, he sank to the carpet and peered around the corner.
Good thing he did, too.
Because what Wyatt saw left him as dazed as a stunned mullet.
(A:N: Here's where it becomes my writing) Cinnabar and Max, his two best friends, were kissing. Not just a friendly, good luck peck on the cheek, but full blown, mouth to mouth, make out session.
Wyatt stumbled back from the door, prepared, if necessary, to gouge his eyes out to get rid of the disturbing sight. Cinnabar and Max were a... thing? Since when? When had his two best friends gotten together?
Disgusted, but also slightly amused, Wyatt turned in the other direction, and decided to leave them to their... er... yeah, he was done thinking about that. For good.
Author's Note: We-e-e-ell... that turned out differently then I expected... Huh. It has a mind of it's own... *wiggles fingers mysteriously and disappears into the shadows*
