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Post by Amayasama on May 5, 2010 17:20:40 GMT -5
XD Awww she's gunna be upset with she wakes up ^^ But this seems like a cute relationship starting up~
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Post by emily13 on May 25, 2010 1:11:13 GMT -5
Chapter 6 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After what seemed like an eternity, Lliam reached the portal to his home. To any human, it would look like any normal cliff, partially because it was, except for the massive Celtic design that was only noticeable to his kind. As he got closer, the design began to glow an unearthly red, and as in response, so did the ruby that set in the silver Celtic cross that hung around his neck. Lliam brought the unconscious girl closer to him as the light spread towards him. He closed his eyes as the warm tendrils wrapped around him, only to have the feeling cease within mere seconds. When he opened his eyes, he broke into a sprint. Now that he was in his realm, he could move without having to worry about accidentally crushing anything. It wasn’t long before Lliam burst through the door of his small cabin. He turned on the lights and hustled to the kitchen. He grabbed a wash cloth from a drawer and set it down on the table in the center of the room. He slowly set the girl down on the rag, being as gentle as he possibly could. He then rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet above the toilet and bolted back to where he left the little red head. “Okay, first ya’ clean the wound, don’t want infections,” he muttered, remembering what his mother had taught him about treating wounds. He flipped open the metal box and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and a Q-tip. He poured the alcohol onto the Q-tip, not caring about the mess it made. He scooted his chair back so that he could get his chin on the table and brought his arms up, using one hand to hold the girl still and the other to rub the Q-tip gently over the gash. The wound started foaming, showing that the alcohol was killing the bacteria. “Okay, okay good, now ta’ seal the wound.” After finding the needle and surgical thread in his kit, Lliam thought against stitching the girl up. “That would do more harm than good right now, I can do that later. For now I’ll wrap it,” he mumbled and brought out some gauze and medical tape. Once the girl’s shin was nice and wrapped, Lliam stood and began to clean up his mess. He was glad she had been unconscious for the whole ordeal; no doubt the pain would have been pretty bad. After he put the first aid kit away, he went back to the kitchen and washed the girl’s blood from his hand. He was sure that the amount of the irony smelling stuff was a lot for someone around two inches tall (compared to him) to lose. He frowned and went back to the table where he sat in his chair. He looked at the girl and watched her chest fall and rise slowly and shakily. He used his index finger to push a stray lock of wavy red hair from her face. She was so…cute he thought with a sad smile. He put his elbows on the table in front of him and buried his face into his hands. “Come on,” he whispered, “wake up!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Huzzah! I have returned! P.s.- There is a clue in here that's hinting towards a major part of the plot in this story, maybe YOU can spot it, hmmm?
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Post by Amayasama on May 25, 2010 14:51:33 GMT -5
;3 Ohh I say his cross is a symbol for something, perhaps he used to be nobility? *rawr* ^w^
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Post by emily13 on May 25, 2010 14:57:02 GMT -5
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Post by Neon on Jun 2, 2010 20:59:11 GMT -5
Cute! But I'm wondering how he manages to wrap her up and such without doing more damage. He's gotta be verrrrry careful. o.o
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Post by emily13 on Jul 3, 2010 1:41:22 GMT -5
What you are looking at is something rare, very rare indeed! It's the Updatous Life's Stormious!!! @neon: All shall be revealed int the next chapter, so for now let's just say he has a lot of practice --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7 After floating around in what felt like only a split second of total oblivion, Liz began to regain conciseness. As she became more aware, her memories of the horrific encounter with the giant slowly tickled into her mind. ‘Dang…I’m dead aren’t I.’ she thought numbly. She could feel herself on a soft surface ‘Clouds?’ she thought; and smell a sweet odor wafting around her. It took her awhile to recognize the smell as snicker doodle, her favorite type of cookie. ‘Hah! This ain’t too bad!’ she thought. She was able to regain movement, slowly but surely as feeling seeped from her head and on down. First, she wiggled her eyebrows and stretched her mouth open as wide as she could, almost tasting the delicious aroma that mingled with the air. She kept her eyes closed, wanting to be able to move comfortably when she saw Heaven; it would suck if she couldn’t jump for joy. Next she arched her back, enjoying the feeling of each joint popping. Then she flapped her arms like she was making a snow angle and curled her fingers. She wiggled her hips and giggled in a strange and almost hysterical glee. Then she tried to lift her legs only to have her right leg throb with a dull pain that caused her blue eyes to fly open in shock. Her first thought was ‘There isn’t supposed to be pain here!!!’ her face was what you’d expect to see next to the dictionaries definition of “confused”; and then after soaking in most of her surroundings ‘…I’m pretty sure it ain’t supposed to look like a giant version of a kitchen either…wait…giant…ooooooh boy’. Just then she heard a faint “Pfffft!” Slowly, Liz raised her glance and tilted back her head slightly and froze. The giant boy was sitting with one arm in front of him on the table and the other raised up, his hand covering his mouth, clearly trying to hold back a fit of laughter. She could even see tears in the corners of his eyes. ‘Whoa…’ she thought in a trance like state, ‘he’s…dang he’s good lookin’!!!’ >////< Like she had noticed during her first encounter with this giant, he had shoulder length black hair, that was shaggy and had a slight fringe bang. His skin was the color of white sand; pale, but with a golden tint. He had a broad chin, a sharp nose, and thin lips. And his eyes, oh those were the icing on the cake for Liz; his right eye was a forest green, while his left one was a deep blue, much like her own. “That was a cute little dance ya’ just did. I can’t decide if I liked the hip shakin’ or eyebrow wigglin’ the best.” The giant chuckled before grinning like the Cheshire cat and imitating her eyebrow wiggles. He then leaned back in his chair, not taking his eyes of her and let out a round of wild snickers. Liz blushed fiercely and turned her head to the side so she wouldn’t have to look at the giggly giant. ‘I think I liked the intimidating worry wart better…’ she thought coldly. She shifted to turn on her side and observe the room around her. Everything was very modern. There was everything from a refrigerator to a toaster, all looking shiny and new. The color theme was silver, red, and black, and that seemed to be the same with the counters. They were wrap around and made of a red wood, and then topped with black granite. All the cupboards and draws had simple, silver knobs on them. The table she was on was a dark oak with four matching chairs, one of which was occupied by Mr. Giggle Pants. After her observation, she rolled onto her back again and sat up to examine her aching leg. Thick, white bandages covered her leg from her ankle to her knee, only a little blood staining the surface. Almost mechanically, she peeled back the gauze, soon revealing a stitched up wound. Her brows furrowed deeper when she saw how clean the stitching was and how the thread looked, well, normal sized. She lifted her hurt leg and used her arms to turn herself so she could face the giant, only to jump back when she saw then giant was no longer chuckling, but leaning on his arms that were crossed on the table in front of him. Uncomfortable with his closeness, she scooted back so that she was more than a few feet away, and he just stared at her with his mismatched eyes. Finally she mustered up her enough courage to ask, “H-How did-d you st-stitch my leg up-p like this?” She had hoped to sound brave, but she had instead sounded like Porky Pig from Looney Toons. She dipped her head to hide a small blush, but continued to stare up at the giant through her wild red hair, just in case the giant made any sudden moves towards her. --------------------------- Lliam lifted his head from the table slowly, bringing one arm up to rub the back of his neck nervously, muttering a small “sorry” when the girl flinched at this movement. He let out a nervous chuckle and gave a weak smile. “Weeell now, that’s a long story…uh heh…let me see, how ta’ explain…” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is a very long story and it's almost two in the morning and I has better things to do... Like sleep. As you can see, Lliam is coming out of his shell! Pats for Lliam!... I go to sleep now.
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 3, 2010 2:13:13 GMT -5
XD Haha Lliam has been renamed Mr. Giggle Pants >> I have a few giants that should have that name...XD Anyway, gave me a good smile ^^ Nighty dear
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Post by aspired2inspire on Jul 3, 2010 6:06:38 GMT -5
The Updatous Life's Stormious? Hooray!! ;D
Poor Liz....how embarrassing to be laughed at like that.....
but LOL! Mr. Giggle Pants!!!! XD
(Wait...I'm the one laughing now...so that makes me....oh dear.)
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Post by emily13 on Jul 3, 2010 13:06:32 GMT -5
Lol, glad to see my story causing smiles and even laughter I for one think every story needs a Mr. Giggle Pants, especially giant ones ^^ And not to worry a2i, I'm a Miss Giggle Pants too v.v
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Post by Neon on Jul 7, 2010 1:30:17 GMT -5
Well it's good that he's relaxed a bit. That'll make things a bit easier ... nervousness is a bit contagious after all.
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Post by Nicole on Jul 7, 2010 12:30:21 GMT -5
Oh my, I love Lliam's accent Emily-chan! x3 *Glomps him* And it's great he's not as nervous anymore. Can't wait to see what happens next ~
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Post by emily13 on Jul 9, 2010 20:23:31 GMT -5
There will be many things revealed in this chapter, but the things revealed may cause confusion. Sorry :\ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8 *Earlier that morning, around eight* After checking on the girl for the billionth time, Lliam flopped down on his couch and ran a hand through his hair and looked at the grandfather clock that hung next to the fireplace. His hour was approaching much too slowly, and the girl’s leg wasn’t healing well in the crude bandages. A gash like that required stitches, and it would need to be stitched soon. He had thought about going and finding a human store and getting a surgical needle and thread, but because the only portal he could access was in the middle of nowhere and he would have to walk, he figured he wouldn’t have enough time. He would end up growing in the parking lot, or worse, the store. Sure he could cover more ground in the human world while he was his normal size, but there would be a greater risk of being spotted in the day light, so it wasn’t an option. He moaned. He was the probably the only size changer with limited and forced change time. Curse his…curse! He felt a flash back creeping up, but he quickly shook it off. He had no time to relive the past, not when there was a person who needed help presently. He was thinking about what he could possibly do for the girl during his hour, when he remembered with a sinking stomach what his hour also meant; Vince. Vince was Lliam’s best friend, and had been since Lliam had first moved to this area of his realm in the giant version of America, from his home in the giant version of Ireland. And being Lliam’s best friend had earned Vince the task of watching Lliam during his hour. Lliam looked back over at the girl sleeping on the washcloth. ‘How are you goin’ to handle seein’ Vince…wait, VINCE!’ he thought excitedly, an idea having struck him. He jumped over the back of his couch and raced to his room and picked up his cell phone and called Vince. After the fifth ring, Lliam thought his friend wouldn’t answer, but then the ringing stopped and he heard a familiar groggy voice on the other end. “Dude, I was sleeping good, all Hell better be breaking loose,” Vince growled/slurred. “Good mornin’ to you too, sunshine,” Lliam said sarcastically, “I need you to run an errand for me, a life is at stake here.” He glanced back at the girl, she wasn’t dying, but it was probably the only way to get Vince out of bed. “…Okay what do I gotta do?” Vince asked. Lliam could here fabric rustling, meaning his friend was getting out of bed. “I need you to go to the human realm and buy some surgical thread and a needle,” he bit his lip, knowing his friend would grow suspicious soon. “Whoa whoa WHOA! Dude, what the Hell did you do?!” Vince yelled into the phone, causing Lliam to hold his away from his ear. “Look it’ll be a long walk,” Lliam growled, “so if you don’t get your arse in gear, you won’t get back ‘til after my hour, and then you’ll have ta play doctor, understand?” Lliam knew Vince couldn’t handle the sight of blood, so he knew his threat would work. “…Okay, okay fine dude, but you owe me an explanation and a snack,” Vince muttered dejectedly. “Fair enough. See you later and please hurry,” Lliam said. “No problem,” Vince replied before hanging up. Lliam walked back into the kitchen and looked down at the girl on his table and whispered, “Help’s on the way lil’ one.” *About 12:05 p.m.* Lliam was sitting on the table, drumming his fingers on the hardwood table top. It was a few minutes past his change time and Vince still wasn’t here. He had finished making Vince some cookies an hour ago, glad to have found some use for that cookie dough he had bought for his cousin’s fundraiser. Finally there was the sound of a key turning in the lock of the door, and in stepped a not too happy Vince. “Bout time ya’ got here,” Lliam said when his friend was in the kitchen. “Well excuse me for not having super speed!” Vince hissed sarcastically, “So how about you tell me why you sent me to kingdom come and back.” He pulled a tiny grocery bag out of his pants pocket and set it on the table for Lliam. Lliam walked over to the supplies and then walked back over to the girl and pulled the washcloth that he had given her as a blanket away from her unconscious form. He looked back at his friend, who was staring wide eyed at the red head. “Holy crow…” he breathed before taking a seat at the table and leaning over the two small forms so he could get a better look. “I’ll tell you what happened later, but right now, I have work ta do,” Lliam said as he made sure everything he would need was set up. Then he began to undo the bandages. “Vince, you’re in my light.” *About 12:45* Lliam had finished stitching the girl up about fifteen minutes ago, and had just finished giving Vince a summary of what had happened the night before, while his friend happily munched on the cookies. He finished his story with, “And I have no clue how ta get her ta trust me.” He looked up to see what Vince thought of it all. Vince was an interesting character. He had icy blue eyes and chalky skin. He was extremely lanky, but he still had muscles. His hair was his most striking feature. It was black with icy blue streaks, he had a total fringe bang, and he always spiked it. (Now, Vince’s hair went down to his shoulders when it wasn’t styled, so his hair stood about nine inches tall when spiked.) Then he had snake bites on his lower lip. Today he wore a black and icy blue striped sweater with a black over shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, and icy blue and black checked Vanz. He was very color coordinated. Vince finished his cookie, folded his arms on the table, and laid his chin on them before shrugging “Stop being a spaz,” he stated simply. Lliam raised his eyebrows, “What do ya mean?” “I mean,” Vince said sounding like a teacher lecturing a student, “if you’re all panicky and nervous, the girl is going to pick up on those feelings and she’ll get more and more stressed out. It’s simple psychology; stay calm, relaxed, and be yourself.” Just then the gem in Lliam’s pendant began to glow and a warm feeling spread over his body. Time to change. He ran and jumped off the edge of the table only to return to his normal size mid-air. Vince stood up and gave his friend a slap on the back. “I gotta get going, Mom’ll be expecting me for lunch since I missed breakfast,” he said as he rolled his eyes. Lliam chuckled and showed his friend to the door. “Could ya’ not tell anyone about the girl?” Lliam asked as Vince was about to head out the door. The wild haired boy turned his body halfway towards Lliam before nodding. Then he added, “Take care of the little one,” before walking out and shutting the door behind him, leaving Lliam alone with the girl. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And thus, Lliam stops being a worry wart! I found a picture that'll give you a better idea of what Vince's hair looks like: media.photobucket.com/image/Spiked%20scene%20hair/Th_MeanScene/Boy%20Hair/boy1.jpgJust add blue streaks This is probably the most confusing chapter, so feel free to ask questions! Though I can't promise I'll answer them all, I hate spoilers X3
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 9, 2010 23:23:25 GMT -5
XD Haha it makes me wonder if Vince will be coming back often to help out Lliam with his new guest x3 Nice chap, and also it's nice to see a new idea (size changer) around the boards :3
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Post by emily13 on Jul 9, 2010 23:53:02 GMT -5
Vince is gonna show up a BUNCH. He and Lliam are actually characters that appear in pretty much every one of my stories/daydream series.
And I'm glad you're glad to see it! ^^
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Post by whisperer on Jul 14, 2010 12:33:24 GMT -5
I'm really curious to see if there'll be any scenes where Lliam changes size while Liz is there...
And I'm really liking this story so far - it's great so far :D
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Post by emily13 on Jul 16, 2010 13:50:11 GMT -5
Thanks Whisperer ^^ glad you like it And yes, I'm planning on him changing in front of her in the next chapter, and Vince will of course be there :B <3
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Post by emily13 on Jul 20, 2010 15:02:13 GMT -5
HALP!!!! D: My idea fairy hit a brick wall!!! I have no clue what to do from here, and I've written some different scenarios but nothing seems right! *facedesk*
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Post by LightHeart on Jul 20, 2010 17:13:00 GMT -5
Oh,dear...and you were going along so well... Um. Try and rest your brain and see what you can come put with,m'kay?
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Post by emily13 on Jul 22, 2010 0:58:21 GMT -5
This is just something I wrote to try and beat my writers block. This is how Vince and Lliam met; I've been wanting to write this for awhile. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lliam sat in the plush chair across from his new principle, Mr. Farley, and twiddled his thumbs nervously. His black-chuck-clad- feet swung back and forth as if they were trying to make a run for it even though they dangled a good six inches off the ground. He barely listened to what the kind, middle-aged man across from him said, and how could he? The blood was pounding too hard in his head.
“Lliam,” Lliam jerked his head up when Mr. Farley barked his name. The man wore a patient smile on his face and sighed, “You haven’t heard a thing I’ve said, have you? I understand that you’re scared. You been through so much in so little time, but it’s time that you try and readjust. I understand you used to be homeschooled before the…uh…incident, but seeing as your aunt doesn’t have a teaching license, you’ll now be coming to public school. It’s a scary change, but we’ll try and make it as pleasant as possible, understand?”
Lliam could hear the concern in the man’s voice, and see it in his face, but the seven year old still felt bitter. Mr. Farley wasn’t addressing the real issue. The curse. He fiddled with the skull design on his black hoodie.
As if he could read the boy’s mind, Mr. Farley folded his arms on his desk and leaned forward, speaking as gently as he could. “Lliam, relax. No, we won’t be telling the other children about your predicament. We don’t want that to become public knowledge. But your teacher will know, and she will make sure you’re safe. It is nothing to worry yourself over.”
Lliam nodded, but on the inside he felt even more nervous. He picked at a loose thread on his jeans.
“Now,” Mr. Farley said, standing up, “let’s get you to class, school’s about to start.”
Lliam stood up and grabbed his simple black bag and followed Mr. Farley down the hall towards the second grade wing. With each step, his stomach flopped around like a fish out of water. He wanted to bolt out the door of this horrid place and go find the nearest rock to crawl under, but he kept walking, a mask of indifference plastered to his face to hide his fear. ‘God help me’ he prayed to himself.
They stopped at the end of the hall in front of a door that was covered in students’ artwork. Lliam noticed one in particular that was of a black and blue tiger in a black and blue jungle, while the rest were full of tons of different colors. ‘Weird’ he thought.
Mr. Farley knocked on the door, which was opened seconds later by a young blond woman. She was in her mid-twenties, short, and plump with two big brown eyes. She bent down so she could be eye level with Lliam and introduced herself as Ms. Kit in a sing-songy voice. Lliam waved back shyly. Mr. Farley then walked off while Ms. Kit led Lliam into the classroom.
Lliam nearly had a heart attack when he saw all the other children staring at him. There had to be at least twenty of them. He moved quickly and hid behind Ms. Kit, startling her when he grabbed on to her skirt. This was something he’d done with his mother whenever he was frightened.
Ms. Kit laughed and pried Lliam away from her before introducing him to the class. She had every student stand up and introduce themselves. Again, Lliam just waved.
Ms. Kit smiled down at Lliam before she looked around and frowned. “It seems that we’re missing Vin-“ she was cut short when the door burst open and the strangest boy Lliam had ever seen entered the room panting heavily. “Vince! I was just telling the new boy about you! Vince this is Lliam,” she said motioning towards Lliam.
The boy grinned broadly, walked over to Lliam, and grabbed his hand before shaking it wildly. “Nice to meet ya!” He then turned away and marched over to his desk before plopping down. He acted as weird as he looked. Lliam had never seen a boy his age with blue streaks in his hair, which stood up like he’d stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He was wearing black chucks, a black t-shirt, and bright blue shorts. Lliam could guess what picture on the door belonged to this wacko.
Ms. Kit put Lliam in the desk that was right next to hers and he happily took it. He felt safe around her.
The first half of the day moved quickly, that was when the class worked on art and math, something Lliam had always found easy. Then at around 11:35, Ms. Kit took the children outside to the playground for lunch and recess. Lliam ate alone under the shade of a tall oak, watching as the other kids ate in groups and laughed together. Except, he noticed, for that Vince kid. Instead of eating with the other kids, he was on top of the monkey bars, eating alone. But instead of looking glum like Lliam, the kid looked as happy as could be. “Strange kid,” Lliam muttered as he threw away his trash. He then went back to the tree and sat back against the thick trunk.
He had just closed his eyes when he heard a girl scream. He opened them to see a girl sitting by the swing set with scraped and bloody knees. Ms. Kit rushed over and picked the child up. “I’m going to take Leslie to the Nurse. Please behave while I’m gone.” She then proceeded to walk up the concrete steps and back into the school building.
Lliam was about to close his eyes again when two things happened. One, his pendant began to glow, signaling that he was about to change. Two, a group of boys started walking his way. ‘Oh noooo!” he moaned as he felt the tendrils of red warmth wrap around him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them again, he was facing four pairs of massive sneakers. He gulped.
“Whoa!” boomed Cole, who seemed to be the group leader. He squatted down to examine Lliam. “How did you do that?”
Lliam gave a weak smile “Uh...heh…I don’t know,” he lied. No one had ever changed before the age of thirteen. He saw looks of awe on three of the boys’ faces, but there was something like envy on Cole’s face.
“Grow back!” One of the other kids shouted, causing Lliam to cover his ears.
“Well, uh, you see, I-I can’t,” he stuttered.
Cole sneered before he stood up and turned towards his cronies and began to mumble. A sick feeling rose up in Lliam’s stomach; something wasn’t right. He had a feeling he’d just met the school’s bully.
Cole turned back around, confirming Lliam’s fears. The cruelest and most twisted looking smile was on Cole’s face, and similar ones were worn by his followers. “Hey Lliam, how about a game of toss?”
Lliam’s heart sank into the ground, this kid wasn’t a bully, he was a psycho. He pressed his body back against the tree trunk, wishing he could melt into it as Cole began to reach for him. What the heck was this kid’s problem?! He closed his eyes and screamed, hoping someone would be able to hear him, but doubting they would.
Just then one of the cronies shouted “Look out!” Lliam opened his eyes just in time to see a blur of black and blue tackle Cole, who screamed as they rolled. When they stopped, Vince was on top of Cole, holding onto the collar of the bully’s shirt, arm raised back. Lliam’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw the change in Vince. He had sprouted a fluffy black and blue striped tail and cat ears. Vince was a Wild. It wasn’t rare to see Wilds; in fact, Lliam’s father had been one, but it was rare to see one this age. They usually didn’t gain the ability to morph until age fifteen.
“I thought I’d taught you about picking on people that are different before, Cole!” the Wild boy hissed. Cole only managed to whimper. Vince lowered his now clawed hand and shoved Cole back against the ground, before hoping off of him to stand in front of Lliam. “Now beat it!” The boys obeyed and scrambled off, while Cole sat there fuming before he stomped away.
Vince turned around and in one swift movement was lying on his belly before Lliam. He crossed his arms before him and rested his head on them. “You okay?” he asked Lliam. His ears twitched forward.
Lliam slumped down into the tall grass and put his head between his knees. He felt like crap.
Vince’s ears folded back against his head. “Hey!” he said scooping up Lliam before sitting up Indian style, “are you gonna’ pass out or somethin’?” he sounded on the verge of panic. Lliam looked up at the frantic cat boy and shook his head ‘No’. He took a deep breath to try and steady himself. “I’m fine. Thanks for the rescue.”
Vince’s ears perked and he grinned from ear to ear. “No problem dude! That butt-wipe’s been getting on my nerves anyway.”
After spending the last fifteen minutes of recess getting to know each other, Ms. Kit rounded up the kids to go back inside. She did a quick head count and panicked when she realized which of her students was missing. “Has anybody seen Lliam?” she asked franticly, her voice rising with fear. Vince tugged on her sleeve and pointed to his new friend that was seated in the palm of his hand. She let out a sigh of relief while some of the other students started muttering and whispering among themselves.
As they walked back to the classroom, many children crowded Vince in an effort to see their tiny classmate. Each time they go too close though, Vince flattened his ears back and hissed. Needless to say they backed off.
The rest of the school day went along smoothly, all except for when Lliam, who Vince had placed in front of himself at his desk, grew back to his normal size, knocking Vince out of his seat. At the end of the day both boys walked home together, laughing the entire way as they shared funny stories. Vince’s home was closer, so after saying his good-byes; Lliam ran home, eager to tell his aunt about the strange bot he’d befriended on his first day of school.
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 22, 2010 14:37:36 GMT -5
^0^ Aww how cute! x3 Vince almost reminds me of the cat in Wonderland (currently can't remember the name XD) with his big smile and color ;3 Lovely job, can't wait for more
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