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Cynical Rainbows Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:25 am
Megan fidgeted. She felt uneasy, as if being watched. She laid her head down and closed her eyes, "I need to relax...rela..." she mutered, falling into an uneasy sleep.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 12:38 pm
Caitlin stayed up all night, or at least she thought she did. She had a dream about seeing System of a Down in concert, but they weren't singing. They were by a swimming pool at a swimming party, but they didn't want to go in.
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Cynical Rainbows Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 1:08 pm
"Wow...I never thought I'd get to be this close to her," he marveled, kissing Caitlin on the forehead. He then left a sweet pea, with a note on it on her stomach, and left.
Megan rolled off the bed and turned off the lights, "Wow...Mom's not home...And I'm not complaining." she said, laying back down.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 1:55 pm
((GOSH DARN, WHEN I WAS POSTING THIS, YOU WERE STILL SLEEPING UNEASILY!))
"Awwww... She smells nice." And with that, he cleared his throat, and licked her stomach. He's just weird like that, you know?
"Shaavooo, why is that feesh. . ." Caitlin mumbled as she slept. "Can' I jus groo..buh..."
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Cynical Rainbows Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:59 pm
((Uh...I still was...Let's put it at that! ))
He gasped. "She knows my name? ...Oh, she's still sleeping...Heh."
Megan giggled, "Muffin? Why are you licking my stomach...Stoopid cat..." she muttered, moving her hand and waving it, though not waking up.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 4:47 pm
"Ha! A cat... Meow mewww..." Daron said out loud, pretending to be a cat. "Oh! The note! Right..." Daron thought. He searched through his pockets, pulling out a bag full of "parsley" and put it on Megan's dresser, forgetting about it soon after. He found the note. He put the note on her chest, and this blood-red rose (Redder than artificial blue-based red lipstick!) by the bag of "parsley." He noticed the bag. "Weed... I hope she doesn't mind that I stole her weed." He took the bag and jumped off into the night...
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Cynical Rainbows Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:21 pm
"Daron? Did you find your girl and leave the note? I left a sweet pea on my girl's chest, along with the note. I wonder how Serj and John are doing..."
Megan woke up from a ******** dream. Daron was meowing at her...She sat up, and noticed a rose on her dresser. She placed her hand on her stomach, "...Why is my stomach wet...?" she said, mildly disturbed. She went over to her dresser and lifted up the rose, which had a note next to it. She picked it up and read, "'Marajuana is green, roses are red...I want me and you to ******** in my bed'?!" she read the note aloud. Who the ********? She thought, picking up the rose and sniffing it, "This rose smells like weed!!" she said, sitting back down on the bed, "That was creepy..."
((I wrote a love poem :'D))
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:56 pm
"Why did you piss on her chest? A little early for golden showers, huh?" Daron laughed. "So, yeah, I got the note sent, and the rose delivered. Plus, I scored some pot. She was just leaving it there... Guess her parents don't care."
Caitlin woke up at around 4:00 am. She suddenly had to pee. She rushed out of her room, peeing teensy bits, running towards the bathroom. "God, I hope no knows this!" screamed her thoughts. She finally got to the bathroom, and for what seemed like forever, she used the comode. After her business trip, Caitlin tip-toed back to her room. She turned on her light, and noticed two things that were definetly not there before on her floor. "Aw~! A sweetpea! Heh... Suitepee..." There was piece of paper on the floor. She picked it up, and it read, "Do you like me? Circle yes or no and meet me by that forest and give it to me. Tootles~"
"What the...? This sounds like notes I've written in 3rd grade to Cole."
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Cynical Rainbows Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:03 pm
"NO! Dumbass. They're flowers! Anyways, I'm going to meet her in the forest. Where are you going to meet her?" Shavo asked.
Megan felt uneasy. Her first impulse was to grab the phone...but it was so late! But, this is diffrent. She grabbed the phone and dialed Caitlin's number. "Come on, Come on!! Pick up!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:13 pm
"WAH! PHONE!? Who the hell calls at this hour?" Caitlin picked up the phone...
"Hello..?"
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Cynical Rainbows Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:15 pm
"H-Hello? Caitlin? It's Megan. Listen...something weird happened. I woke up and found a rose that reeked of weed and note on my dresser...and it had a weird poem on it! I'm kinda scared..." she said into the recieber in a panic.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:51 pm
"What a small world... I got a note from a third grader and a flower. I didn't know third graders were so sneaky. *Yaaaawwwnn...*"
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Cynical Rainbows Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:54 pm
Megan blinked, "3rd grader? ...I think more than a 3rd grader is involved in this. Look, let's go to sleep and just discus it at school, after we've slept." She said, yawning, and playing with the rose, "Maybe it was some sick joke..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:16 pm
"Third graders are too stupid for sick jokes... Yeah... So, see you in...s**t... four hours...?"
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Cynical Rainbows Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:22 pm
"Ok...bye," Megan said, hanging up the phone, flopping back on the bed, and going to sleep.
Three hours later, she woke up, got dressed, and grabbed a bag of chips on the way out the door for her breakfast. She walked out the door, bringing the note that she had found on her dresser, "I really want to know who wrote this ******** note," she muttered as she arrived on school grounds.
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