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Post by retro399 on Apr 28, 2005 10:48:59 GMT
you need to believe in yourself more,dory,i think you a a really good writer,and i am sure a lot of people will agree with me......
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Post by Dory on Apr 28, 2005 13:35:11 GMT
ahh what can i say? i never believe in myself, ive always let myself down in the past lol ;D
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Post by Jennie on Apr 28, 2005 13:42:07 GMT
I can't help reading the story of Dory!!! It's really great!!! So, exciting!!! Dory, you're very talented!!! Don't lose your way!!! ;D
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Post by Dory on Apr 28, 2005 14:08:49 GMT
awww *goes bright red*
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Post by retro399 on Apr 28, 2005 16:13:45 GMT
jennie,where did you see the pic of roz?is it a new one?and yes,dory,you should keep writing,i was really impressed with it!
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Post by Dory on Apr 28, 2005 16:56:19 GMT
well may as well carry on wi it seein as ive started heh, the next part-
It had started pouring with rain but she felt it was somehow cleansing and didn’t bother trying to find shelter, just folded her arms tightly. She come across a homely little bar and stepped inside. The moist beads still clung to her hair and clothes as she let her eyes become accustomed to the tungsten lighting. “Bottle of bud please m’dear.” She propped her elbows atop the bar and her chin in her hands. A freshly opened bottle was placed under her nose and she planted her hands in her pockets, only to realise she had no money on her. She looked up at the bartender with a lost look on her face. “Sorry, but…” He was reaching to remove the bottle when he stopped. “I’ll get that.” She recognized that deep, musky voice. This time she wasn’t afraid to see who it was. She turned round, to thank him and almost knocked him over. “Oh sorry” she laughed awkwardly. “It’s ok” he smiled. “We’re over there if you wanna join?” He pointed over at a table where the rest of the guys were playing poker for matchsticks. “I saw you come in, wasn’t sure if it was you at first…thought it was a drowned rat.” She started feeling at ease as the words started to form on their own in response to his. “So what happened to you earlier? That camera dude was well p!ssed at me, thinking I must have locked you in a cupboard or something.” They both laughed as they weaved their way through a maze of little tables and stools and took their place in amongst the other 3 boys and she removed her jacket. Nikka’s argument with the ‘in-laws’ slowly faded into the background as she joined in with the repartee, the atmosphere around the table felt like a second nature to her. She seemed to fit right in with them, they were like the lost brothers she never had. She had taught them all how to play the card game, ‘Bullsh!t’ and subsequently was losing badly yet still having such fun. Tonight she really was 21 again. “I got 2 ladies” she said as she placed to cards down in front of her and looked at Chris next to her. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes staring intently at the cards. He then relaxed his expression, a slight smile sneaking onto his face as he raised his head. “Bullsh!t.” He grinned and turned the two cards over, looking back up at her and handing her the pile of cards. “Looks like its beginners luck.” Tim and Chris had decided to add a new rule to liven it up; that as well as picking up all the cards if your bluff was called, you had to down a shot, and take the following entrées from the person who called it. Nikka growled playfully and picked up her tequila shot. Chris poured the salt onto the web between his thumb and index finger and positioned the lime slice in his mouth. “Cheers” she giggled and downed it, placed her mouth over his hand, licked it all off and leaned in for the bit of lime. She couldn’t seem to stop laughing, she figured the fact with this new rule and that she was losing rather more than usual was a major contributing factor. Plus there was the sight which never lost its comedy value, Brad meekly leaning in to take the lime from Tom’s mouth. Nikka felt like one of the lads, like she belonged, for once. As the play was on the opposite side of the table Nikka turned to Chris and just watched him concentrating on the game, his eyes had a deep, smouldering look about them. “Bullsh!t man...there is no way you can have that!” came Brad’s voice, “What do you think?” he spoke softly into her ear. She was only half listening, still unable to drag her gaze from Chris’s eyes. Just then Chris turned to her and met her gaze. A connection that was lingering since they met seemed to grow a strong bond and he seemed more within her reach than ever. He breathed out gently through his nose as he squinted at her. “What?” she said quietly, realising Brad was speaking to her, “Ye what?” she turned her head but still didn’t move her eyes. “Nothing, I’ll leave you two to it” and with that he nudged her good-humouredly with his elbow and turned back to argue with the other two. “What did he mean by that?” she said, turned to look back at Chris and saw just how cute he looked with his head cócked sideways and the big puppy-eyed expression he was giving Brad. She smirked and mildly slapped his chest with the back of her hand. “Quit it ya big dope” He just bared his pearly whites, sat back then pulled his hand of cards up to nose and poked her leg with his foot. She couldn’t stop smiling as she placed down her cards, “I got one deuce”. “Two threes for me” said Chris and placed his down on top of hers. Nikka looked up and pouted, knowing full well she had three three’s in her hand and that he was obviously bluffing. But now she hesitated in calling it, she knew her limits and any more drink and she wouldn’t be walking out of there. Then she pushed it to the back of her mind and shouted it. “Bullsh!t ma main man!” “Darn, you got me.” He mocked and looked round the table at the others and picked up the salt dispenser and took another slice from the dish. She took the shot glass in her hand as Tim filled it to the top. She picked it up and waited for Chris to finished adding his parts then downed it, took the salt from his hand and went in for the lime. But her lips landed on something sweet tasting and soft. She heard the other three boys cheering quietly in the background as Chris’s hands moved up to hold her face. The warmth and soul of his kiss sent perfect little shivers through-out her senses. It was as though everything else faded to a blur and he and she were the only things in focus. Then Adam’s face started creeping into her mind and she pulled away, looked up at the others. “I’m sorry” she said to the guys around the table, and then turned to Chris, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” She grabbed her jacket and quickly ran for the door and out into the rain. Her eyes filled with tears, her heart filled with guilt and her mind raced in all directions. She pulled on her jacket, tugged furiously at the zip till it finally complied and wiped at her eyes before folding her arms again and heading out into the rain.
She sat down on a bench not far from the bar and dug her hands in her pockets. She realised in the rush to escape she had picket up the wrong jacket, but hadn’t realised up until now. Inside the pocket sat a packet of cigarettes and a chrome lighter. She took out the lighter and examined it, wiping the drops of rain from her face, it had ‘4th July’ engraved on the side and an American flag over the other side. There was only one person who this could belong to and she swallowed hard at the thought of seeing him again. “I could just not give him his jacket back” she sighed quietly to herself. “Now that wouldn’t be very nice” came his voice from somewhere in the misty haze behind her. “That lighter was a gift.” She just laughed quietly, just the once, and turned round on the bench, resting her arm on the back. “I’m sorry,” she looked up at his soaking frame, “ I don’t know what happened in there, I had to go and spoil everything” “Spoil? Spoil what?” he said as he slinked round and sat beside her. “Everything alright? What’s the matter?” The weather must have made it easier, she just opened her emotional flood gate and let it all out. “I’m engaged, I love him….I really do. But his family treat me like sht then he sticks up for them. It happens every time. Yet when I want to see my friends and family, he goes off on one and gets p!ssed at me. We had to have a ‘family’ dinner with HIS family…and it’s as though I’m not even there. And I am then accused of all sorts and he joins in. Sometimes I just can’t win. Then tonight, seeing you again, seeing all four of you again was like a dream.” She took a deep breath. “A real dream, I watched you on stage last night, it was the perfect end to another mundane birthday. Seeing your presence exploding off the stage, feeling your eyes sitting in mine and then this evening after I thought things could never go right. You show up. You make me feel alive again, it’s like…” she trailed off and just sat staring at the puddle under her feet. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, staring straight ahead, the rain soaking through their clothes and trickling down their faces. Finally he spoke. “Just come back inside, before we both catch pneumonia” he stood up and held out his hand. “Come on.” She took it and used him to lever herself off the bench. The both just walked side by side. “Hey” she said to him, “It’s wet.” “Really? I hadn’t noticed” He laughed as he turned to look at her. She giggled away the uneasy thoughts again and picked up her speed as it started hail-stoning.
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Post by Jennie on Apr 28, 2005 17:54:05 GMT
jennie,where did you see the pic of roz?is it a new one?and yes,dory,you should keep writing,i was really impressed with it! One girl sent that photo to me! May be you've already seen it, but I haven't...so it was he first photo of Roz I saw...If you like, I can send it to you!
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Post by NativeAngel on Apr 28, 2005 18:18:43 GMT
OMG, Dory, it was bloody amazing. If you don't become an author, my goodness you should. I want to find out what happens next with Nikka. If you don't want to post it here, just send me the story. And I can send you some of mine as well. It's about 5ive(of course), and I tend to make them really funny. Wonderful story, just wonderful.
Rock, Peace NativeAngel
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Post by Dory on Apr 28, 2005 18:51:28 GMT
squee! heh well there are some parts i definatly cant post on here heh unless it was password protected etc...
so if you REALLY wanna read on after i get to that bit...heh i'll send it ya...next bit, to give people something to chew on ;D
EDIT - i got shouted at cos i made the post more than 10,000 words heh and im not even half way throuh ;P anywho, next installment:-
“BrrRrr” Chris shook some of the water off him as he re-entered the smoky atmosphere of the bar. Nikka waved to the lads at the table, excused herself to Chris and scuttled off to the restroom. She looked up into the mirror and saw her reflection staring back at her. The hair was flat against her head, there was eyeliner now streaming down her face and her eyes were still slightly puffy. She washed the remnants of makeup and the rain from her face and dried it with a paper towel. She now ran her eyes over her reflection, examining it with a keen eye. She felt more comfortable without any coloured synthetic covering over her face. Mmm this jacket looks good. She ran her hands over it and headed out the door to join the others. “Just cause you were losing doesn’t mean you could leave” Tim joked and dealt out the cards again. “it makes me look like I can actually play something.” “C’mon boy. Deal.” Chris beamed at him then turned to Nikka “You ready for another round there Miss Aqueous?” “I certainly am Sir” she said as she slid the cards from the table and into her hands.
Good morning! And the news on this fine sunny morning… Nikka slapped around on the bedside table hitting everything but the alarm clock. She knocked a watch onto the floor, followed by the lamp. She bolt up straight and stared at the floor. That’s not my watch… She looked around to find herself in strange surroundings not to mention that she had just broken the lamp, which turned out didn’t even belong to her. There was no one else around that she could sense so she scooped the sheets up and wrapped them round her and clambered off the bed. “Oooowwww” she moaned and held her head in one hand. “Just how much did I have last night?” She gently strode out into the hallway and sized up each of the doorways and decided to take the nearest one on her right side. Inside was a perfectly set up living room, an inviting fireplace with laminate flooring and a sheepskin rug leading over to a row of patio doors into a green-filled garden. She then spotted the cushions on the sofa were breathing. She walked over to get a closer look, and saw that unforgettable face peering out from under a cushion. She pinched herself to make sure she was awake and turned her head sideways to get his whole face in view as he slept. “Wow” she whispered to herself, “faultless even when he is lying in his own drool.” Some sleepy groans came from the sofa and she started to back away as they seemed to become more coherent. What am I doing here? She panicked and dashed back into the room she had left and began frantically searching for her clothes.
Still clutching the bed sheets closely to her chest, Nikka was unable to locate any of her clothing. Her mind was quickly trying to draw any memories from the previous night as she looked around the bedroom for something wear. She spotted some tie-up jeans and a tank top discarded, yet carefully placed, over the back of a chair and grabbed for them. Racing against the ever increasing clamour coming from the other room, she hopped about trying to pull the jeans over her legs. A loud thump came from the room he was in and she could feel her heart racing. This can’t be happening. She yanked the top over her head and fought to tie the laces on the jeans. She quickly retreated from the bedroom, giving it the once over to make sure she hadn’t missed anything and glanced into the living room as she passed. She saw that Chris was sat on the floor, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes and what looked like trying to get over the temporary embarrassment of falling off the couch. She couldn’t help but giggle and then headed for what she thought to be the exit. She pulled on the handle and the door swung open, only for her to be faced with cupboards and kitchen utensils. In her disarray she scrambled inside and tried to gently close the door behind her. After scanning the room quickly she caught a glimpse of a door leading to the outdoors and she took her chances and ran through it.
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Post by NativeAngel on Apr 29, 2005 2:48:34 GMT
You have got to send me the story. I still think its amazing. I want to find out what happens to Nikka when Chris wakes up. ;D Rock, Peace NativeAngel
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Post by Kimmie on Apr 29, 2005 7:10:33 GMT
I wanna read it!! But i can't putt it on my disk so ican read home. Can you send it to my mail please??? BTW miss you all!!!
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Post by retro399 on Apr 29, 2005 9:31:35 GMT
hi jennie,yes,i did see that pic,its really nice,isnt it?she looks a really nice down to earth girl.my daughter laura even said she looks a bit like me,lol!!!i wish i was as pretty!dory,what can i say?your writing is so good,you should really try and get it published,it is excellent!! ;D
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Post by NativeAngel on Apr 29, 2005 12:42:54 GMT
Hey Kimmie, you're back. You are gonna love the story, it is really good. I've been bugging Dory to send it to me. I think that its amazing. I couldn't stop reading it during class yesterday. C'mon Dory when is the next part(lol) ;D Rock, Peace NativeAngel
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Post by NativeAngel on Apr 29, 2005 13:20:47 GMT
Well Dory, I'll send ya the first part, I can't post it here. Some of the erm, content is not for younger viewers, hehehe. Its about Ritchie and Scott. Rock, Peace NativeAngel
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