So, I am sorry that I haven't been updating. I just seemed to have totally forgotten that I had a FanFiction account. That and I had a lot of things going on. Don't blame me if I live in THE BEST PLACE FOR SUMMER VACATION! (:
On with ze story…
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I would want them though… Stephanie Meyers owns them. I just so happen to play with them. Hey, it's not my fault that I haven't grown out of dolls yet!
When you think of waking up in the morning from a sleepover, would you include a TINY pixie holding me hostage? No. That's what I thought. My best friend has tied me up when I was asleep. How she did that without waking me up, I'll never know.
Alice has tied me up with her friggin' scarves. They're pretty heavy-duty. According to her, scarves are a fashion necessity and it's even better if they double as a weapon. Damn.
According to her, she's not going to let me go until I tell her about the "mystery boy" that has my panties in a twist. They are so not in a twist. And how does she know that it's a guy? It could have been… FOOD POISONING. Yes, I shall lure her away from thinking that this is about a guy.
"Alice… I think I'm going to throw up! The cook that was working last night was new and I don't think he cooked the chicken enough… You know how I am when I eat bad chicken. I might throw up on all of your scarves. You don't want that, right? You'd have to take them to the dry cleaner's to get them back into tip top shape."
When I mentioned her scarves in danger, she flew off into the bathroom. She ambled over to me with the small trashcan.
Setting it down she said, "Use that. And I don't think you're sick at all." That stupid face of hers had a sly smirk on it. Oh no. I'm scared.
Gulp. "A…and… what makes you think that I'm not sick…" By now, I was sweating bullets. This wasn't looking good for me.
"Bella, Bella, Bella…" Oh no. She said my name THREE times. "When you lie, you ramble. Just tell the lie in less sentences and I'm sure that I would have believed it. Well, no I wouldn't have, I know you too well."
Oh no. "Alice, there's nothing that I'm not telling you! I swear…"
Just as I was going to ramble on about something else, I heard the front door to my apartment open. Oh no. How am I going to explain why I'm tied up to the kitchen chair with scarves while this crazy weirdo (is that redundant?) is standing over me and torturing me? My stomach fell out of my butt. No lie.
In walked the Sex God that just got off work.
In all his glory.
His hair was slightly disheveled from the wind and his motorcycle helmet was under his arm. My legs have officially turned to jelly thinking about him on a motorcycle. YUM.
How on earth am I supposed to explain to him what was going on in our kitchen without sounding like a complete fool because my brain has gone on holiday and left me here rambling on about complete and utter nonsense? Whatever happens, I WILL NOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ME WANTING TO RIDE HIM- I MEAN HIS MOTORCYCLE.
Phew. This is going to be difficult.
Well, howdy! How was this chappie for you? Good, bad, short, long? Any comments you would like to make regarding anything?
(that means... PLEASE REVIEW!)
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143. (:
I mean it.
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