The BEST person in the world...

[Dory]

lol sometimes ive been told i have too much imagination...too much of a dreamer apparently...hah oh well..

EDIT - ok, here's the intro to my second story ( called ' Forbidden Fruit')



The lights were dimmed, all but one. The powerful spotlight was centred on his streamlined flesh as it shone with a thin layer of sweat. His eyes, burning a blazing hole through the shadows and then falling on the cold heart of the lone star in the crowd. His voice seemed to have a hold over this heart with such strength he didn’t know he had. The screams of the crowds rose as the lights flickered out and using that as his cue, he snuck off stage and out of sight.

Nikka had just celebrated another birthday, she’d been the same age for a few years now, 21 came and went year after year. This year’s festivities were more entertaining than usual all thanks to the thoughtfulness of her friends. Seeing him in the flesh, singing into that microphone like it was his lover, his fiery eyes smouldering into hers, wave after wave of the gold-like energy. She had finally lived one of her dreams.
She bit down gently on the piece of cake, reminiscing of the night’s goings-on and sighed. She picked up her diary with her free hand and aimlessly flicked through it till she reached the page for tomorrow; she took another quick nibble from the cake and placed it down on the plate. Wiping the crumbs of her hand, she flattened the pages of the diary so she could read tomorrow’s schedule.
Ok, she thought, the photo session at 1pm…dinner at Adam’s parents at 6pm.
She closed the diary’s covers and slung it onto the table beside her, kicked her shoes off and put her feet up on the chair opposite her as she picked up the cake and continued to devour it. Her mind seemed to drift back to him again. Wonder what he’s doing right this minute?


“CCCCHHHRRRRIIIIIIIISSSSSS! We’re gonna leave without you if you don’t hurry up dude.” Tom shouted into the dark abyss that was backstage.
“I won’t be a sec, I know they’re round here somewhere” Mumbled Chris as he appeared in the doorway and disappeared just as quickly. “They were on here before the gig, they can’t just have up and walked off by themselves…unless they’re organically grown.”
Tom just scoffed and headed out to the bus.
“Ah ha!” exclaimed Chris, “There yar...” He picked up his keys from a pile of towels, shoved them in his pocket and followed Tom’s lead.
He clambered up the steps into the tour bus and took his seat as it pulled carefully out of the stage exit. The swarming group of fans waiting eagerly around the front entrance only spotted the bus’s tail lights as it sped away into the night and tried to catch it up, to no avail.
Chris yawned and folded his arms across his chest and slowly drifted into a light sleep.
“Yo, what time we going for that magazine interview tomorrow?” Tim chirped as he poked Chris’s shoulder, waking him from his slumber.
“How should I know? I’m only the singer” Chris laughed and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Helpful as always” mocked Tim as he pulled a face and turned back to the others. “How bout you?”
“Duuuude, don’t you ever sleep?” said Brad sleepily and leaned over and placed his head on the back of his hand.
“Nope” he replied and took another gulp of his coffee.
“Your interview is at 12:30pm” piped up a voice from the driving seat. “Or so my schedule here says.”
“Cheers Jeeves.” Tim had christened their driver Jeeves the first time they met him at social get-together; all this due to his choice of clothing, which included suit and bow tie, and it had stuck and was now a well-used reference.

The bus pulled into a parking lot and stopped in a designated coach spot.
Chris was first down the steps and quickly disappeared into the men’s rest rooms, Tim and Brad made their way to the little grocery shop and Tom just stood outside on the sidewalk in the light of the waking sun., with his hands in his pockets. After a few minutes, Chris appeared at Tom’s side. He routed around in his jacket pockets and pulled out a packet and a lighter, lighting a cigarette he placed the packet back in the right pocket.
“Time is it?” he said as he blew the smoke up at the sky, so quiet as if not to wake the sleeping day.
“Too early” ‘Tom replied. “Still, means we got hours before our next appointment.”
Chris took another lung full and let both his arms rest at his side as he stared out across the sandy plane.

[retro399]

thats great dory,you have such good ideas,i wish i could write like you! ;D

[Dory]

lol it aint that good heh

[retro399]

looks pretty good to me!

[Dory]

*hides* heh

[retro399]

well,i only speak the truth,and its true! ;D

[Jennie]

Nice story!!!

[Dory]

the next part then-

“Nikka, I’ve got to go, can you take the dog out?” Adam shouted as he slammed the front door. She only heard half of what he said as the water cascaded over her face and ears. The bathroom was misted with condensation; it seemed to be creating a shimmering coat on every available surface.
The best way to start a new day, wash away the old, she thought as she reached for the bottle of shampoo.[

She climbed out of the tub and pulled the larger of the two towels around her and began to dry her hair with the other.
She looked up at the mirror. Nothing seemed to have changed outwardly; she still possessed short tussled firey-red hair, piercing blue eyes and a slightly odd smile. Yet inside she felt everything was about to change, even if she had no idea how and she was ready for change, whatever it may be.
Ring ring! Ring ring!
“Y’hello?”
“Nikka, my dear, do you know what time it?”
“Of course I can tell the time it’s…” she looked up at the clock and her heart sank.
“Well in that case, you can tell you are late” his voice full of aggravation, “so hurry up and get your little butt here.”
He hung up before she could answer. She was Karl’s assistant, he took the photographs and she carried the equipment around for him. It was all still new to her and she was just about getting used to it. She gave up her last job as a gymnast when she broke her ankle and damaged some ligaments in her knee and was advised to take it easy for a while. She couldn’t face going through that agony again and gave it up when the opportunity opened for this job.
“Argh! Harvey!” she called out as he nearly tripped her up, the leash dangling from his mouth. “Adam will take you out when he gets back ok? I gotta go boy. I’m late….again.”
She kissed him on the top of his head, took the leash from his mouth and ruffled the fur behind his ears then placed the soggy leash on the kitchen work surface and headed for the front door.


“Girl, I am going to change all your clocks forward a couple of hours, maybe that might help.” Karl joked
Nikka just laughed as she went about her business. She knelt down in front of the steel box and started lifting out the equipment and putting it on the floor beside her.
“What time the next lot due?” she said as she looked in Karl’s direction.
“Er..” he looked at his watch, “ like, now.”
“Ah…” she sighed and stood up. She lifted the camera up and set it up securely atop the tripod and felt something slip from her hand.
“Grr..” she saw the metal ring rolling for freedom. “Bugger” she whispered to herself as she started chasing after it. It had just about made it to the door, Nikka in tow, her hand just reaching out as another met hers.
I know this hand. Nah can’t be…she dismissed her wandering imagination and muttered her thanks to the mystery hand, stood up and meandered back to the camera without taking her eyes off her feet. She could feel her cheeks filling with heat; hoping that she would see the face that her memory was telling her was there, but not wanting to look up for fear of it not being true.
“Right guys, it’s just a natural feel to the shoot…hopefully anyway.” Karl’s voice boomed from the other side of the studio.
She heard what sounded like four different voices laughing and joking between each other. Still wanting to but not daring to look up she counted eight feet walk past her and swallowed down her fears.
There was a certain presence in the room and it was certainly something she had felt last night, it was almost an intimate presence which now had all her attention and seemed to be focusing on her.
She took a deep breath and slowly lifted her head and it took her a good while to believe what she was seeing. The same four men who had etched this years birthday celebrations into her memory, all now sitting comfortably and at ease on the couch in the centre of the studio. She looked away quickly, trying to look at anything and everything except the objects of her affection.
“C’mon girl, we ain’t got all day sugar, take this reflector” Karl requested and held out the silver-filled hoop.
“Over there” he pointed. She edged towards the spot he was stood, unable to shake the feeling of being watched, and took the reflector.
“Careful you don’t pick up the local radio with that…” came the deep resonating accent from the body nearest to her. She timidly looked up and saw that unforgettable Cornell grin beaming back at her, obviously waiting for recognition of his words. She just smiled and snorted.
Shlt! I snorted…bugger bugger…why did I…stupid muppet. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed out to calm herself.
“Yeah, not funny I know. But someone’s got to do it.” He smiled, “I’m Chris by the way…”
“Yeah, I know, I was watching you guys last night, you were awesome, I just…” she stopped dead.
“You just?” he asked sincerely.
“Nothing, oh look…Karl wants to start, and you know what they say about the gay ones….especially when they don’t get their way.” Her eyes widened with the realisation that she was spouting utter nonsense and making herself feel a right fool.

Nikka poured herself another cup of coffee from the jug and placed it back on the stand. The presence was back again and she could tell his eyes were burning through her flesh.
“So what did you say your name was?” he came closer.
“I didn’t. Coffee?” she asked and picked up the jug again.
“Go on then, thanks.”
There was an uneasy silence between them as she swung round and handed him the cup. He was closer than she thought, so close in fact she almost threw the hot coffee all over him instead of placing it in his hands. Oh those hands, perfect craftsmanship, so strong…so manly, she thought, mmm them running down my back as they…no! shush! He’s right here! And with that she stood up straight as it was possible she had thought it out loud. But Chris just stood there, coffee in one hand, the last dregs of a cigarette in the other and a smile so pure sitting proudly on his face.
“So, er…how’s recording for the new stuff going then?” she said quickly to cover the tension she was feeling.
“Rather good actually, only a few tweaks needed here and there.”
“Guys, guys! Tight schedule here. Chop chop!” Karl shouted from inside the studio and clapped his hands twice.
“You coming?” Chris asked her.
“Nah, I gotta finish some, er other, erm things in here. He can manage without me.” She smiled at him and he just stood there as she made her exit through a side door out into the open.
She leaned back against the wall and folded her arms.
Fúck! What the hell did I sound like?!
Chris nudged Tom with his elbow, “Who IS she?”
“Why would I know? Ask Professor-Snaps-A-Lot” Tom replied and pointed towards the person attached to the camera.
Chris raised one side of his top lip snubbed out his dying cigarette into the ash tray.

[retro399]

thats so good,dory,i cant wait for the next part!!!! ;D

[Dory]

lol some bits near the end i cant post in here, being a sort of family forum and all that... ;D

you really wanna read more? ;O its not bored you to sleep yet? heh

ok, if you DO wanna read on, the NEXT part then:


“Food?” suggested Tim “Let’s go find us some grub near this joint,” as all four of them stepped out onto the street.
“Yes, lets.” Brad replied to his stomach as it complained about its emptiness. “Did you see that chick in there? Man she was hot.”
Chris felt the urge to defend her, like he had to protect her but not knowing why.
“Yeah I suppose” he admitted, not just to the others but to himself.
“Ahhh food!” Tim barked and pointed at a little café on the corner of the next block.
Tom and Chris just tagged along behind the other two, as they raced off to a head start. Chris tucked his hands in his pockets and dragged his feet, scuffing his boots along the pavement.
“Uh oh, I know that look.” Tom voiced.
“What look?” he replied coyly, making sure to avoid any eye contact to confirm his friend’s suspicions, “Cmon I’m starving.”
He picked up his pace, hence Tom had to follow suit and they started closing in on the two other band mates.
Tim barged through the door as the little bell tinkled and took a seat at a table, closely followed by the others and they all picked up the menus and started scanning the list eagerly.


“Hey boy, you been out yet?” she scratched Harvey on his hind quarters as he brushed her legs. ”ADAM! Ye home??” No reply. She took his leash from the dresser and attached it to his collar. Closing the front door behind her, she shut the day’s events under lock and key inside and focused on relaxing and preparing for the dreaded meal later that evening.
Harvey was a bouncy 3 year old, brown and white English springer spaniel. Nikka had adopted him from Adam’s younger sister when she realised she couldn’t cope with both him and the hours she was working. This was partly responsible for why Nikka hated the family gatherings, especially sit-down dinners, because they had to make conversation with the other members. She knew Adam’s sister was jealous that Harvey had settled so well and comfortably. Then there was the fact that Adam’s parents didn’t approve of her so she had never felt welcome, yet Nikka always tolerated their standoffish behaviour because she was soon to marry into the family.
I’m doing this for Adam. Adam, Adam, Adam. I love him…
Harvey dragged her down the street, his strength almost equal if not overpowering to that of hers. She unhooked his leash when they reached an open field and threw a tennis ball as far as she could manage.
It was like a release from her thoughts, but like the ball, they kept on coming back to her no matter how many times she threw them away.


The car pulled up into the inclined drive and rolled to a stop just short of the steps up to the door. Nikka sighed as she removed her seatbelt and sat back to gather her inner strength. She swung the door open, stepped out and closed the door behind her. She straightened her clothes and brushed the stray dog hairs off, then made her way toward the door, Adam not far behind.
She breathed out loudly as Adam came right up behind her and put his hands on her hips. “You can do it babe, only a couple of hours.”
“Right…yes, lets do it” she pressed the bell firmly.
His little sister opened the door and her smile fell as their eyes met, Nikka just tried to keep her own smile plastered across her face. Adam skulked under Nikka’s arm and poked his sister’s shoulder as he breezed past her and into the house.
Nikka just stepped in as his sister turned and walked off without so much as a greeting. Closing the door behind her, Nikka could hear the general banter coming from the next room and closed her eyes. Mere hours. She put her ‘strong and confident’ façade on and waltzed into the room and greeted everyone in the room politely.

They had all sat down at the table, 6 people in total including herself and Adam. His mother placed a pot roast in the centre of the table and sat down next to her husband.
“Nikka, would you like to say grace?” she glared, knowing full well that Nikka had no real stand on religion.
But as always, trying not to offend the family, she placed her hands together, squeezed her eyes shut and quietly uttered grace and looked around at everyone as they all picked up their eating utensils.
She looked up at the clock, they’d only been there for 45minutes, she dropped her eyes again and pushed the food aimlessly around her plate while the whole table seemed deep in conversation, it was as though she was a mirage.
Then out of the blue, Adam’s mother turned to her and glared. “You think the food I make is unacceptable for your precious palate now?”
“No, I…just”
“You just what?! You take my son away from me, then come into my house and disrespect my cooking?! Who do you think you are lady?.”
“Mom!” Adam yelled in her defence.
Nikka gently wiped her mouth with the napkin and placed it at the side of her plate.
“It’s ok babe” she whispered out the side of her mouth, “just leave it.”
“No…no fúckin way” he whispered back. “You’ve no right to talk to her like that! She’s not taken me from you…”
“Just leave it!” she uttered and turned her head sideways to look at Adam.
“Don’t tell me to leave it, I am only defending you.”
“Well maybe I don’t need you defending me…I am perfectly capable, and I didn’t start all this.” She shot back.
“Don’t blame it all on my Mom..”
“You what?!”
“It’s not her fault she just wants what’s best for me…that’s all.”
She could see the frustration building up in him and she turned to his Mother and the grin that had appeared on her face was the last straw.
“You do this on purpose, try and make us argue so I don’t steal your precious son!” Nikka stood up, excused herself to the rest of the table, turned back to Adam, “I’ll see you at home.” She stormed out and slammed the door behind her.
Arrgghhh stupid fúck! Her teeth dug into her top lip to stop her screaming it out loud. Alcohol, drunk…music…dancing. Yes. She thought and made her way toward the little town, her arms folded tightly across her chest as she put one foot in front of the other.

[Nat]

Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Jennie]

I'll read the whole story & then I'll tell you my opinion!

[Dory]

lol if i was to post it all....it'll take ages....its about 25 times longer than whats already been posted heh, told ye...i cant write short stories.

if that was aimed at me Natyou.....thank you ;D

[retro399]

i second that...you should be an author,dory.remember me when you are famous!!!!

[Dory]

i know i like writing but i still dont think im that good...