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Post by //CJ on Apr 22, 2007 21:07:11 GMT 10
Alright this is the voting for Fic War Challenge #1.
You are to vote in the poll and then post who you voted for, to be sure no one cheats and votes twice, or votes for themselves.
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Post by //CJ on Apr 22, 2007 21:08:35 GMT 10
ENTRY ONE
“Australia’s Got Talent… Or Not” Fandom : Australia's Got Talent Disclaimer: I don’t own this, I don’t want to own this, but I like making fun of people -------------------------------- The weird host, Grant Denyer (Who was for some reason wearing Lederhosen) started to announce the show. “Rightio, Are you ready for this years “Australia’s Got Talent”? We’ve had some astounding auditions off camera, so now its time to meet your judges, the glamorous (but mean) CJ Taylor, give her a round of applause!” Nothing was heard in the crowd apart from the crickets chirping. The middle judge scowled and dropped her head into her hands. “I’m not that bad” she mumbled into her microphone. The dude sitting on her right smiled evilly. “Oh come on CJ, we all know the only reason you’re here is to make everyone cry” The girl on her left glared at the boy. “That’s so mean, she just went through a bad breakup, haven’t you got any sympathy in that dim brain of yours?” she asked angrily. “Oh well that changes everything, of course I’ll – No I still hate you” the boy gave another of his evil grins. “Ahem, anyway, the funny and sweet Emelie DeLuca!” This time applause rang out and there was not one single person who wasn’t clapping. Emelie turned around and gave them all a smile. “Hi!” she said into the microphone. “And last but not least, Lucas Simons!” Half the crowd was clapping and the other half was boo-ing. “See I am more liked than you” he said to CJ and stuck his tongue out, making CJ sink her head lower, until her head was touching the desk. “Now onto the buzzer folks, during your act if you hear the three buzzers go off you must stop your act immediately. The sound is like this” at that he gestured to CJ and she slammed her hands down on the buzzer and a kind of blunt sound rang throughout the room. “It’s not a very pleasant sound is it? Anyway tonight we will have 10 acts, so as to fit with our time schedule. Our first act is Carmella Jones and she will be singing ‘If You Go Away’ by Emiliana Torrini, take it from the top” Grant said and the curtain pulled open behind him to reveal a blonde girl wearing a sparkly pink dress standing on a circle with a microphone. CJ already hated her. This girl, she was sure was about to ruin her favourite song. Shortly after the girl started singing she threw her hands down on the buzzer and left it there for a few seconds enjoying the loud sinister buzzing noise. Lucas was bored. He was barely listening to this girl sing, he had developed a talent for that shortly after he had begun judging this show. He would just push the buzzer but CJ had already done that and he didn’t want to be like her so he would just have to block the annoying blonde out. Emelie was severely frightened by this blonde. Following CJ’s lead she slammed her hands down on the buzzer. She waited for Lucas to buzz the blonde but no sound came. She leaned over CJ and whispered to him to use the buzzer. He gave her a frustrated look and hit the buzzer. The music cut and the girl stopped signing. “Okay first of all I LOVE that song but I hate you. You totally ruined it for me and now whenever I hear this song I will always think of you high and whiny voice. No way would I let you go into the finals” CJ growled into her microphone. The girl burst into tears. “I’m sorry but Australia’s Got Talent is just not for you. It’s a no for me” Emelie said. “No for me. No more detail needed” Lucas said. The curtain closed on the girl. --Behind the scenes: Backstage The blonde, Carmella is sitting on a couch crying. “They were so mean to me! My dreams have just been crushed! I bet it is all that CJ’s doing, I could tell she hated me from the start, the way she looked at me, like I was someone wearing Wet Dog aftershave! I don’t deserve this!” she sobbed loudly into Grants chest. Grant looked at the sniveling girl in front of him like she was something unpleasant on the bottom of his shoe. “The judges are sometimes harsh but you need to deal with it because they don’t see the pretty girl that you --- ARGH” he screeched as she wrapped her arms around him.
“I LOVE YOU” she cried and the expression on his face was pure terror. ----------- End Backstage portion A very disheveled Grant walked out on the stage and almost gagged. “What is that foul smell?” he coughed. “Lucas decided he wanted to spray his new Women – Magnet aftershave. He bought a faulty one, it’s Women – Rejecter and it smells like morning breath, and if you think it smells bad up there it’s fifty times worse down here” CJ growled. “Aww you know you love me” Lucas said and attempted to put an arm around CJ. “Do it and you’ll pull back a bloody stump” she glared at him and he backed his chair away slowly. “Right… ahem, onto our next act” The curtains pulled open to revel a really hot shirtless dude who resembled Jensen Ackles, a slide and a tank of what appeared to be full of bananas. “This is Alex Austen and he will be attempting… Alex what exactly are you attempting to do?” Grant asked, looking puzzledly at the Banana Tank and the slide. “Well Grant, I’m going to be sliding down the slide and into the tub of bananas and then stomp in them” Alex said. “Right… uh well I’ll leave you to it” Grant said and walked off stage and some music started playing as Alex slowly climbed up the ladder to the top of the slide. Emelie and CJ stared at him transfixed. “He is very hot” CJ whispered to Emelie. “agreed” she whispered back and went to say something else before there was a loud buzzing and laughter from beside them. They turned their heads to look at the stage where the guy had his but stuck in the slide. CJ laughed. “Oh my god!” Lucas fell off his chair onto the floor, hysterical with laughter. The music cut and they knew it was time to start judging. “First off all that was totally the worst thing ever, what has that even got to do with talent?” Lucas asked trying not to burst out laughing. “Erm well it was either this or go skinny dipping in goat’s blood” Alex said. “Well first of all, I’d love to see you again, can I have your number?” CJ asked. “Sure, actually you can have my address and meet me there at nine pm tonight” Alex said with a grin. “Anyway, it’s a yes for me” CJ said. “Okay you know what, totally unfair, I was going to ask for his number” Emelie complained. “You snooze you lose” CJ shrugged. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of Alex to go around girls” he smirked making CJ sblack person and Emelie smile. “If I let you go through will you come back shirtless?” Emelie asked. “Yes” Alex said. “Alright you’re in!” ------------ Backstage portion start “I was only in this competition because my friends dared me to, I really didn’t think I’d get anything out of it” Alex said. He was standing next to Grant, still shirtless. “Do you think you will get hate mail because CJ and Emelie let you in just because you were hot and shirtless?” Grant asked. “Honestly I really don’t care because I will ace this competition if I come back shirtless” Alex said. “Alright well good luck and goodbye” Grant said. --------------Backstage potion end When Grant walked out on stage next the smell was mostly gone from the room. But something strange was going on. Something to do with the judges… “Hey, where’s Lucas?” Grant asked. CJ sblack personed. “He wet himself” Emelie said. “And it was so funny!” CJ laughed. “I did not wet myself” Lucas’s voice came from the entrance to the restrooms. “Oh yeah? Well explain to me why you are wearing the janitors pants” CJ requested. “Well… I… Uh… well okay maybe I did wet myself, but only because you two were being really hilarious” Lucas said. “Only girls laugh at things other girls say about shirtless men” CJ said. “So in other words he’s a girl underneath that un-manly exterior” Emelie giggled. “Okay girls, for the sake of Lucas let’s get on with it and have the next act” the curtains pulled open to reveal a girl with bright red hair standing in front of a microphone. “This is Carrie Johansen and she will be singing” Grant said. “Not singing yodeling, I will be yodeling and my name is Carrie Johnson not Johansen you stupid head” Grant raised an eyebrow. “Okay then, lets get on with the show” he said and some weird music started playing. “She reminds me of you” Lucas whispered to CJ. “Oh?” she asked back. “Whiny and annoying” he laughed quietly. “Oh well you know, when your the one getting hit by a bus I’ll be the one laughing” CJ whispered. “What has that got to do with anything?” Lucas asked. “Nothing really, I just want you to know that I’ll be the one who pushed you” CJ whispered and then turned her head to the yodeler. “Oh god this is making me be in excruciating pain” Emelie whispered to CJ. “Yeah, I’ve only been listening for five seconds and I’m already wishing I was deaf” CJ whispered back. “Well then we know what we have to do then, for the safety of the world” Emelie whispered back. “For the safety of the world” CJ whispered solemnly and then Emelie and CJ simultaneously slammed their hands down on the buzzers. There was a loud boo from the crowd. CJ turned around and rolled her eyes. “Push the buzzer” CJ whispered to Lucas. “Why, what will you give me?” Lucas asked. “I’ll give you fifty bucks?” CJ asked. “Make it $100 and a kiss” Lucas whispered. “Oh my god, seriously. Why are you even attempting a Sawyer?” CJ asked. “Why am I attempting a what?” Lucas asked back confusedly. “A Sawyer. It’s a –“ Emelie started but was cut off by CJ. “Never mind, if you get her started she’ll never stop chatting about her precious Sawyer” CJ whispered. Lucas pressed the buzzer and the annoying yodeler stopped. “Emelie you wanna start?” CJ asked. “Sure” she said. “Ahem. You were bad. No you are not going through to the next round” Emelie said. “Poor quality yodeling. I hate yodeling. What kind of Christmas gift is this to the people watching on TV at the moment? No for me” CJ said. “No for me. CJ you owe me a $100” Lucas said. --------Backstage Portion start “I deserve to be in this show! I am the best yodeler in Australia! I AM THE BEST!” Carrie screamed. “Ehrm… why are you the best do you think?” Grant asked nervously. “Because I can yodel. Not many people can yodel. Not many people can kick butt either, I am like superhero status” Carrie said. “Hmm… oookay then” Grant mumbled. “What was that?” Carrie glared. “N-n-nothing… I swear” Grant stuttered. ---------------Backstage Portion end. “Where’s CJ?” Grant asked when he next walked out on stage, CJ was missing from her seat at the judges table. “She went to the bathroom at the beginning of the break” Lucas said. “and she’s still not back?” Grant asked. “Nope” Emelie said. “Great well we cant start until she gets back” Grant complained. “Well what are we supposed to do? Play cards?” Lucas asked sarcastically. “Oh, oh! Did someone just say cards? I love cards! Lets do cards!” an excited voice shouted from the audience. Emelie and Lucas turned around to find a dark haired girl dressed as a card jumping up and down excitedly. “Err… I think I’ll pass” Lucas said. “Yeah me too” Emelie agreed. “Ooh cards! I love cards! Lets go play cards!” another girl dressed as a card shouted bubbly. “I have a feeling this is going to be a long wait” Emelie muttered. --- CJ stole down the dark backstage corridors. She poked her head into the next room she came across. Nothing. “And after I bet you a billion dollars that I’ll never love you…” her phone warbled. “CJ” she answered. She stopped for a moment and leaned against the wall. “Yeah I found it, I just need to find some matches” she paused, waiting for the other person to reply. “What do you mean they’re in my pocket?” she asked angrily. “This information would have been useful earlier you know” she said. “Alright well I will get going” she replied and hung up the phone. She retraced her path down the five corridors to her original destination and pushed the chair that was in the middle of the room up against the wall. While she reached into her pocket she stepped up onto the chair. “Hope this works” she muttered before she lit the match and held it against the piece of paper below the smoke alarm. --- “Okay everyone out! Fire!” Grant yelled to the crowd when the smoke alarm went off. Everyone fled out the big double doors and the room was left empty. --- CJ stood in the underground parking lot. She was smiling. “Lets blow this popsicle stand” the boy beside her grinned and she pulled the helmet over her head and hopped on the motorcycle behind her. “Now ride me off into the sunset” she joked. “As you wish” he grinned and started up the motorcycle and rode toward the exit.
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Post by //CJ on Apr 22, 2007 21:12:16 GMT 10
Fic War Entry #2
Tite: The Yuletide Portal Fandom: Charmed Disclaimer:I do not own Charmed
The Yuletide Portal
The Manor was quiet from the outside. The sun was streaming through the attic windows, reflecting off the surface of the Scrabble board set on the floor. Three sets of footsteps echoed and soon deposited three adults were deposited around the board. Wyatt set down the bowl of chips and salsa while Chris popped the cork out of a bottle.
“You two are such alcoholics,” Melinda teased, accepting a snifter of tequila.
“So what are you?” Wyatt taunted back, tossing back a shot.
“Hey it makes things interesting,” Chris interjected, laughing as he set the bottle down next to him.
“Can we just get this started?” Melinda asked, grabbing a handful of chips. Wyatt and Chris shared a look and both reached for the game pieces lying in the top of the game box. The two brothers moved in front of the box, shielding it from their sister’s view.
“Guys, what are you two up to?” she probed.
“Nothing, just making sure all the pieces are here,” Chris answered, handing her a letter holder and tossed seven tiles at her. She rolled her eyes but took the game pieces. Wyatt grabbed a handful of his own and Chris did the same. Melinda rearranged her letters, trying to see any words she could come up with. The attic had grown quiet, except for the soft shuffling of game pieces and the clank of the tequila bottle against the shot glasses.
“Are you going to go?” Wyatt asked after a long five minutes had passed.
“Don’t rush me,” Mel muttered, rearranging her letters again.
“Oh come on, you’ve been flipping tiles for five minutes. Just pick a word and put it down,” Chris retorted. They seemed anxious to get the game underway and Melinda had no idea why. It was just a boring Saturday afternoon. She glanced at her letters once more and finally picked five letters. She set them down on the board going diagonally spelling ‘F-L-Y-E-R’. Just has she laid down her final piece and was reaching for new tiles, the ‘y’ started to glow.
“What the hell is going on?” she asked, eying her brothers suspiciously.
“No clue,” Wyatt answered. Both he and Chris scooted back a few inches. Just as Melinda realized what they’d done it was too late. The portal had sucked her in and deposited her in the past.
“So how pissed do you think she’s going to be when she gets back?” Chris asked, pouring himself another shot of tequila.
“Probably pretty pissed. But maybe we won’t be here when she gets back,” Wyatt answered, tossing back a handful of chips.
When Melinda’s head stopped spinning she looked around. She was still in the attic but Wyatt and Chris were gone, as was the scrabble board. She spotted the Book of Shadows situated on the pedestal. The shelves on the walls seemed as unorganized as usual. The only difference was a handful of toddler toys scattered around the room.
“I’m going to kill you guys,” she hissed at the silent attic. The jerks had sent her back in time. The question was how far back in time had they sent her. Slowly she made her way to the Book and started flipping through it. She was trying to see if any of the spells she’d learned growing up were in there yet. She was so absorbed in looking that she didn’t hear the footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Who are you?” Paige asked. Melinda looked up, completely startled.
“I…um…this is not what it looks like, I swear,” she babbled.
“Yeah…so what is it supposed to look like?” Paige accused.
“Because it looks to me like you’re trying to steal that,” she added.
“I’m not trying to steal the book,” Melinda protested but Paige had heard enough. She was advancing on the girl. Melinda closed her eyes, an astral copy appearing behind Paige.
“The hell?” Paige murmured. Astral Melinda began running down the stairs as her real self tried to get past Paige.
“Phoebe! Piper!” the youngest Charmed One shouted as she disappeared in blue and white lights.
“What…what are you yelling about?” Phoebe asked, spotting astral Melinda.
“She was trying to steal the book,” Paige informed her sisters.
“Oh for crying out loud,” Piper groaned, coming into view. She was pregnant, very pregnant. She flicked her hands at Melinda and sent her flying into the next room. Astral Melinda collided with the Christmas tree, sending it toppling over. Several ornaments shatter and the tree fell out of the stand, water leaking onto the carpet. By that point the real Melinda had managed to get downstairs.
“There’s two of them?” Phoebe exclaimed.
“Piper, you broke the tree!” Paige exclaimed.
“Wait! I swear I wasn’t trying to steal the Book,” Melinda protested, her astral self disappeared.
“Please…just listen to me. I don’t know how I got here,” the young woman explained.
“You have two minutes to explain who you are and what you want. I’m already late as it is,” Piper grumbled. Melinda looked from her mother to her aunts and back again.
“Ok so I do know how I got here. I was playing scrabble…and my idiot brothers created a time portal and well…I put a letter down and ‘bam’ here I am,” Melinda said in one breath.
“So you’re a witch?” Piper interrupted.
“Yes, I’m a witch…um…what’s the date today?” Melinda answered.
“December 23rd, 2006,” Phoebe answered.
“Oh I’m so going to kill them,” Melinda ground out.
“Do you have a name? Or should we just call you astral girl?” Paige asked.
“Ok…seriously…what stick do you have up your ass today?” Melinda shot.
“Excuse me?” Piper demanded.
“I’m sorry….it’s just you’re not going to like this at all….I’m…your daughter…about twenty years in the future,” Melinda admitted to her mother. Piper immediately glanced down at her large abdomen.
“You’re telling me Wyatt and Chris sent you here?” Piper asked, looking shocked.
“Yes. I knew it was bad idea to let them drink tequila and play with magic,” the twenty-year-old mumbled.
“Jus tout of curiosity…is your birthday in the next couple of days?” Phoebe interjected.
“Um…” Melinda trailed off, looking for the nearest clock.
“Actually….today’s my birthday,” she answered.
“Honey…what’s going…” Leo called, appearing in the doorway with a suitcase and Wyatt and Chris in toe.
“Meet Melinda…twenty years from now,” Phoebe introduced with a giggle.
“Uh…I thought we took care of our children coming back from the future,” Leo murmured, eying his wife.
“Nice to see you too Dad…blame those two little monsters,” Melinda said, giving Leo a quick hug.
“What…they did this?” Leo asked.
“Never mind. Just…it will hurt your head too much,” Melinda dismissed his question.
“Well…let’s get going. We have a niece to welcome,” Phoebe said, ushering people towards the car. Melinda watched them go and just as Chris was at the door, he turned around and offered his hand to her. She gave him a smile and took it.
“I guess I’ve been invited,” she announced, buckling the two-year-old into his car seat.
“Aren’t you worried about…you know…the unknown consequences of being here when you’re born?” Paige asked.
“I’m not Chris,” Melinda snorted.
Fifteen minutes later, the rather large family walked through the automatic doors and stopped at the reception desk. The woman sitting behind the desk looked over the tops of her glasses at the two small boys gripping Leo’s hands.
“I’m afraid children under the age of seven cannot be in the room,” she said in a nasally tone.
“I can watch them,” Melinda offered.
“Are you sure?” Phoebe asked.
“Yeah…it will give me something to do and besides, I need to think of a way to get home,” Melinda answered, whispering the last part. The receptionist gave them visitor passes and a nurse appeared with a wheelchair.
“I don’t need that,” Piper said dismissively.
“Honey, I think you should,” Leo said firmly, laying a hand on her arm. She pulled it form his grasp and went to sit down in the chair. In her huff she missed it by just a half inch and slid out of the seat. Leo rushed forward, catching her before she landed on the floor.
“Told you I don’t need one,” she grumbled and the nurse just followed behind the group. Once they’d reached the maternity ward, Piper bent down to give each of her son’s a kiss.
“You be good for Melinda, ok. No fighting,” she told them. Wyatt nodded and gave her a smile.
“Mommy loves you,” she called as she disappeared into a room. Melinda sighed and took one boy in each hand and led them to the play area. There were a few other kids in the area. Melinda took a seat on the couch and sighed. Her brothers certainly were cute at this age. Suddenly the couch shifted and Wyatt climbed up next to her.
“Hi there,” Melinda said, ruffling his hair.
“Sister,” he said. She laughed a little.
“You’re pretty smart aren’t you,” she said.
“From the footer,” he said, mispronouncing “future” as only a four-year-old could.
“Let’s not go saying that to other people,” she whispered. My eye drifted over to Chris. He was climbing up the small slide and was about to go down when he stopped. He tried to get through the top part of the slide but made no progress. One of the other boys in the area started to laugh and crept up behind Chris. With a solid shove, he sent the two-year-old flying, tumbling over the side.
“Chris!” Melinda gasped, rushing to his side. He has a small scrape on his arm. Tears had started flowing from his eyes. She had stopped paying attention to Wyatt. That was of course until she heard the oddly distinctive sounds of a goat. She turned her head ot see a Billy goat and Wyatt giggling.
“Wyatt…you change him back right now,” she ordered. His lower lip quivered into a pout but she just looked at him sternly. The four-year-old blinked and the boy returned to his rightful appearance. He backed quickly away from Wyatt.
“Don’t hurt my bruver,” he said and went and gave his younger sibling a hug.
“Ok…listen to me guys. We can’t do anymore magic. We don’t want to get in trouble. So promise we won’t do any more magic until we get home with you new baby sister,” Melinda said, pulling both boys aside out of earshot. Both of the boys nodded their agreement. Little did they know but some serious magic was about to go down in the maternity ward.
“Come on, Piper, keep pushing,” Phoebe coached. All of the midwife training that she and Paige had done for Wyatt’s birth was coming back to her. Piper was taking short breaths, trying to breathe through the pain. Just outside the door came a very loud noise.
“What the hell is that?” Piper demanded, her face turning red.
The noise become a series of sounds now….voices singing…or yodeling rather. Piper screwed her face up as the door opened and four people walked in. They were dressed in lederhosen and were belting out Christmas carols.
“Get the hell out of my room. Can’t you idiots see I’m having a baby?” Piper shouted angrily at them. One of the singers stopped and gave her a smile, a fire ball forming in her hand.
“Ah,” Piper cried out, feeling the ripping pain of another contraction. She threw her hands out and froze the room. She quickly blew up the demons and unfroze the room, the pain of childbirth consuming her thoughts once more.
Half an hour later, Melinda, Wyatt and Chris were permitted into the room. Piper was gazing down at the new born infant, Leo leaning over her shoulder. Phoebe pulled Melinda into a hug.
“Happy Birthday,” Phoebe whispered.
“Um…thanks…even though it’s early August in my time,” Melinda answered.
“You know…you can see the resemblance,” Piper joked, patting the edge of the bed. With a mischievous smile, Wyatt took Chris by the hand and orbed both of them onto the bed.
“They never listen,” Melinda sighed.
“So….when are they releasing you?” the future daughter questioned anxiously.
“I don’t know…probably tomorrow. Why?” Piper answered.
“Well the spell to get me back…is a Power of Three spell,” Melinda explained.
“Well I guess you get to stay here overnight,” Paige said, giving her future niece a smile.
“Guess so,” Melinda said with a nod.
The next afternoon Piper was indeed permitted to go home. The trio found themselves in the attic facing Melinda. Piper was seated in a chair with her sisters on either side of her.
“I love you Mom. And don’t worry….I was a good baby,” Melinda said, giving her mother a hug.
“Bye. I love you,” Piper murmured. With that she took her sisters’ hands and they began to chant.
“A time for everything and everything in its place. Return what was moved through time and space,” they chanted and Melinda disappeared in white lights. She reappeared in the attic to find Wyatt and Chris downing the rest of the tequila.
“You guys are toast,” she shot at her older brothers sending them scooting back several feet with a blast from her hands.
“So…where’d you end up?” Chris asked. He was clearly the more sober of the two. Of course sober was a relative term when it came to the two of them.
“Oh…I don’t know…the day I was born! I had to baby-sit your sorry asses,” she answered harshly. Wyatt’s forehead wrinkled.
“Why am I remembering a goat?” he asked.
“Probably because your smart ass turned a kid into one for pushing Chris off the slide,” Mel answered.
“Dude…that’s pretty awesome,” Chris said.
“You two are such losers,” Melinda said, storming off towards the stairs.
“Hey…where are you going?” Wyatt called after her.
“Anywhere but near you two morons,” she answered and the front door slammed.
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Post by //CJ on Apr 22, 2007 21:15:20 GMT 10
FIC WAR ENTRY #3
Title; Like High school with tequila Warnings; None Summary; SGH annual Christmas dance turn Addison into less of the perfect doctor and more of…well I will let you figure out on your own. [Pairing – Addex] Disclaimer; I don’t own GA, I just enjoy playing with the characters at times.
Like high school with tequila
Addison Forbes Montgomery was not having a good day. Simply the feeling of the room, the people laughing and dancing to the beat of jingle bells rock and the glistening from the hundreds of decorations that hung around the room made her feel as if she was back in high school again. Horrid pictures of her senior prom flashed before her eyes.
And just like in high school she took her escape to the snacks table. Only instead of munching on snacks the adult Addison went straight for the drinks, in this case tequila. The sweet yellow liquid had a strong impact on her and once she reached glass number 6…or was it 7, she had lost count, she had to lean against the wall behind her.
“I never pictured you as a tequila girl” she looked up to find Alex leaning over the table, pouring himself a drink.
“Well I wanted a martini but the bartended is out” Addison shrugged and took another mouthful of her drink.
“So are you here alone?” Alex asked once he had received his drink and moved over to the wall next to her.
“That obvious?” she asked with a sad look only to a second later start to giggle. “I do have McTequila though” she drank the last of her glass.
“McTequila?” Alex raised en eyebrow in confusion. “Exactly how many of those did you have?”
Addison looked at the glass and squinted her eyes as if she was trying to think really hard. “Too many” she stated after a long time.
“How about I call you a cab?” Alex suggested. “Before you go out there and do something you would regret in the morning.”
“Fine” Addison lifted her glass to her lips as to drink but soon realized no tequila was left. She lifted it to her eye and looked into it. “Who stole my tequila?” she turned to Alex with a stern look. “Did you steal it?”
“I did not steal your tequila” Alex rolled his eyes and took her arm in a firm grip. “Now come on and let’s get you home.”
“You’re driving me home?” she asked as they slowly walked towards the stairs that led to the main entrance.
“No” he laughed. “You’re drunk and I have a new car so that is a big no.”
“You’re no fun” Addison stated as they reached the bottom of the stairs. She pulled her arm free and sat down in one of the nearby wheelchairs. “Now you go and get a cab then and I’ll wait here…right here in this nice chair” she clapped on the arms of the chair.
“Sure” Alex walked over to the windows and pulled up his cell phone. He dialed the numbers but was cut off by a loud squeal and he just managed to look up before Addison ram into him with the wheelchair.
Alex body stopped the chair and Addison fell out of it, knocking him into the very shiny Christmas tree behind him. Addison was the first one to get up, well in a sitting position anyway but Alex was not far behind. He slowly sat up and brushed what looked like pieces of a broken glass ornament from the tree.
“You broke the Christmas tree” Addison said sadly.
“I did?” Alex was clearly angry. “You were the one who hit me with the damn wheelchair.”
“You broke it. It’s a broken Christmas tree…a sad Christmas three…”
“Have you seen my phone?” Alex asked, clearly ignoring how Addison was trying to get the poor tree to stand up again. “Oh never mind…” he added as he spotted his black cell phone on the floor, the screen broken and completely dead. “Perfect, just freaking perfect.”
“Will you drive me home now?” Addison asked as she leaned against the window. “I don’t feel so good.”
“It’s not like I have a choice so fine” Alex muttered and once again took her arm to guide her, only this time she actually leaned on him as he led her out of the hospital.
As the fresh air hit Addison started to feel better, even good enough to be left alone on one of the benches while Alex went to get his car. She sat there and looked around, something suddenly catching her eye.
“Ads, the car is here” Alex said as he was once again by her side.
“No Alex” she said sternly. “We have to save the goat.”
By now Alex was completely sure she was nuts but before he could stop he she had hurried over to the small playground across the street. Shaking his head Alex hurried after her, not so much as for the sake of whatever goat she was talking about but as to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. He found her standing by the slide looking up and as he joined her he spotted a small black dog sitting on the top, right where the slide started.
“We have to save him” Addison looked at him with pleading eyes.
“You want me to climb up to save a dog?” Alex asked and she nodded. “Not going to happen.”
“But poor little gotie” Addison said sadly.
“It’s a dog” Alex stated.
“You say tomato…” she shrugged. “Now if you won’t climb I will” she grabbed the side of the steps and motioned to pull herself up.
“Hey you could hurt yourself” Alex pulled her away form the slide. “If it matter that much to you I will get the damn dog down” he added with a very angry voice and he started to climb.
“Thank you Alex” she said sweetly and moved to the side so she could keep en eye on the dog.
“Did I mention that I do not like this?” Alex asked as he finally managed to get o the top. He leaned against the side to take a few deep breaths before he leaned down to get the dog.
“Once or twice” she mumbled quietly.
“Will you catch him?” Alex placed the dog at the top of the slide and Addison hurried to the end of it.
“Send him to me” she said and threw her arms out in a grand gesture.
“You are going to be so humiliated tomorrow” Alex said quietly to himself as he let go of the dog and watched him slide all the way down and into Addison’s arms.
“Hey what do you know, it is a doggy” Addison cooed happily as she looked at him. She then gazed up at Alex. “Are you coming or what?”
“Fine” Alex sighed and sat down pushing himself of down the slide. He did however not think about the small turn in the middle and all the sudden all speed went away. “Oh great, I am stuck!”
The loud sound of Addison laughing hit him and he could feel his face go redder by the second. He quickly pushed himself loose and took the jump to the ground with ease. “Come on and get in the car before I leave you here” he said and stormed off towards hi car.
Addison walked after him, still hugging the dog close to her. She got into his red car with no protests and he didn’t even mention the fact that she brought the dog.
“You still live at the hotel?” he asked.
“Yeah” she nodded and looked around the car. She sniffed slightly and broke out in a big smile. “NEW CAR SMELL, I love that.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” he shook his head as he started the drive away from the hospital.
“Yes they do say that…I never get why though…”
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Half an hour later Addison stumbled into the elevator and pulled Alex in with her.
“What floor?” he asked.
“That” she pressed number 5 “…or was it that one” she pressed number 4.
“Stop that” he pulled her hand away from the buttons and in response she took a step back and leaned against the back wall.
“I never get why I wear these…” she lifted her left foot up and pulled of her black stiletto shoe. “These are just such a pain” she waved it in front of his face. “I bet it was a man who invented them to pain us women.”
“Sure blame it all on men” Alex said. “You didn’t seem to have any problem with men in the bar that night” he added with a grin.
“You’re too cocky you know that?” she said and placed the dog onto the floor before she reached to get her other shoe off.
“I thought you liked me being cocky” he said and took another step closer to her but just then the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
Addison walked out, her walk a bit unsteady and Alex took the dog and hurried after just before the doors closed again.
“You forgot the dog” he said as he caught up with at by her door. She was fumbling to get the key in the lock, failing miserably. “Let me” he placed his hand over hers and slid the key out of her hand. With a quick movement he slid the card though the lock and the door opened.
“Thanks” she gave him a smile before she walked in and threw her shoes onto the floor.
“So where do you want the dog?” Alex looked a bit insecure as he entered her room. He had never been there before and somehow it made him feel like a kid about being in his boss’s bedroom.
“Here” Addison took the dog and threw one of the thick blankets on the floor and created a nice warm place for him to lie down. “We’ll find his family tomorrow.”
“Right then I should go” Alex took a step towards the door but she hurried up in front of him.
“I should thank you for taking me home” she said and slid a hand around his neck, playing with her fingers in his hair.
“My pleasure…” he said, his voice getting stuck in his throat as she moved closer and he could feel her warm breath against his cheek.
“Mine too…” she whispered before her lips met his in a short hot deep kiss that left them both rather breathless as she pulled back.
Alex slowly regained his speech and smiled at her. “You really have a bad breath you know that?”
“It’s the tequila” she smiled and took his hand, pulling him with her towards her bedroom. “Just wait for my morning breath…”
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Post by //CJ on Apr 22, 2007 21:18:36 GMT 10
CJ VOTES FOR : Entry #3
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sakura
Getting random
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Sasusaku
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Post by sakura on Apr 22, 2007 22:04:26 GMT 10
number 1
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sakura
Getting random
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Sasusaku
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Post by sakura on Apr 22, 2007 22:19:54 GMT 10
YEAH fear THE tone (especially mine CJ)
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Post by x.Emelie.x on Apr 22, 2007 22:21:06 GMT 10
I vote number 1 because it is insanely funny
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Post by //CJ on Apr 27, 2007 23:13:25 GMT 10
If you voted can you please post HERE and SAY SO otherwise the vote WONT be counted... we are accepting that one anonymous vote but we will not accept anymore
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Post by ♥Lou♥ on Apr 29, 2007 6:03:18 GMT 10
I vote for 3!!...because addie was drunk and thought the tree was sad.....lmao
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Post by greysaddict on Apr 30, 2007 1:42:11 GMT 10
Number 3, because it was hilarious! =] & Addie rocks
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Post by //CJ on Apr 30, 2007 6:25:19 GMT 10
aww im loosing *go finds non-greys fans to join and vote for me *
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Post by x.Emelie.x on May 8, 2007 17:00:57 GMT 10
CJ how long should we keep this open?
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Post by //CJ on May 8, 2007 17:31:38 GMT 10
Till I beat you?
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Wiccan Requiem
Random and loving it
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Does it fill your heart and soul with the roots of Rock N Roll
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Post by Wiccan Requiem on May 9, 2007 10:42:11 GMT 10
why don't you just end it now and say Em won.
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