I know all of you have been waiting for me to update my stories. I'm sorry, but I have been really busy!
...Okay, so I've been doing piddily-squat. But, but, I have dialouge =D!
For those who haven't read this in class, the chapters are written somewhere, but I don't feel like typing them up at the moment. So, long story short, Lumas and Jake both sort of mutually call it off. But they are more akward towards each other, so they try to hang around others.
In this story, I've made Lumas sort of the laughing-stock of the people. Now, I've decided to give Lummy a break. Jake, I am so sorry. I couldn't resist.
Jake and Mourey
Mourey: Don't you love my beautiful garden. It's just thriving with vivacity (too lazy to spell check -_-;)! In fact--here, smell this flower. Doesn't the scent delight your brain with the most terrific tingles?
Jake: It smells...fruity. Why does a
plant smell
fruity?
Mourey: Oh, my hybridization brings forth the most delightful scents upon this earth! Mmm...I wonder how
you smell...
Jake: DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, YOU FREAK!
Mourey: Nonsense
! Now, if you'll move a little closer...
Jake:
RAPE! RAPE!
Mourey: Flow...I mean, Jake, come back!
Baine and Jake
A/N: Now, I have two parts because Baine is psycho like that. Here's relatively calm Baine:
Baine: ...Don't talk to me.
Jake: Wouldn't want to.
A/N: Here's crazy Baine:
Baine: ...Have you ever thought of killing someone? How it would be to drive the knife into their chest, feel the lasst breath of them, feel their weight against you, bulling out the knife and hearing a squealsh, the warm blood gushing from---
Jake...I've gotta go.
Annabeth and Jake (too lazy to bother with centers...)
Annabeth: ...Have you tried to make a move on my honey bunch?
Jake: Um, no...?
Annabeth: YOU HAVE, HAVEN'T YOU!?
Jake: Annabeth...put the knives down...please...
Bradly, Blake, and Jake
*walking to Blake and Bradly's room*
Jake: Hey, thanks, guys.
Blake: Hey, no problem.
Bradly: Just be sure to watch out for---
Jake: *Klack* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
*Bl and Br look at each other*
Blake: I daresay we ought to have warned him about the trapdoor sooner.
Bradly: Or maybe he ought to walk slower.
Blake: Hmm, you've got a point there, mate.
That's all I have. What are you still reading this for? It's over.
YOU'RE STILL READING?!
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