Next tid of When Mike Was Lost yay
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Today I kind of had a head ache, and we had the chorus solo tryouts so yay. Because I had a study hall and some free non-homework time in it I wrote some of When Mike Was Lost, I have not finished it so I am going to cut it off to make some sort of "suspence" even though it really isn't but there is more to come I just can;t write it tonight because at 6 I have to go to an Art Exhibit thing because some of my art from the begininnig of the year in C+D (color and design art class at school) was entered.. so I have to go to a dumb reception. You would think I would be all proud and excited but I am kind not even wanting to go at all.. I am so weird.. anyways, you might have to look back on to the previous story because it kind of leads off from what was happening in the story.. and it gets intresting..weee, kind of odd, but good.
STORY TIME OKIEE:
When Mike Was Lost (5)
She placed the container along with a pot onto the counter next to the oven. She opened it up revealing spaghetti and placed the pot, full of water onto the burner on the stove to cook the pasta. Nattie walked over to the counter that I was sitting at and sat up onto the edge of it.
"I think tomorrow I should get back to looking for the guys.." I said tossing an onion into a bowl in front of me.
"I guess, but you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?" Her voice was a little timid sounding as she asked. The water started to boil and Nattie jumped up and put the pasta into the pot. I could hear Jesus outside scratching at the door begging to come in.
"No you stay out there you silly little chicken.." She said teasing him, well and her, okay "it" through the glass. He gave a little chicken whine and scampered out into the yard.
"Want something to drink?" Nattie said pulling out some glasses.
"Sure I would, thanks.." I said getting up to help her. She pulled out some water and poured it into the glass, then reached further into the fridge and pulled a beer out.
"Want it? My dad makes it, I wouldn't know myself but I've heard it's good." She smiled and held it up towards me, so I took it. Nattie hopped up and took a bottle opener from a jar by the sink and handed it to me. I opened the bottle and took a sip.
* * * *
We just cleaned up the last plates from dinner, wet from throwing hand fulls of soap bubbles at each other while cleaning up. She dropped the last dish into the sink and ran into the living room jumping onto the couch rolling across the cushions laughing. I walked into the room laughing at her as she laid on the pillows. I sat next to her with my arm over the back of the couch.
" Couldn't this just last forever? Just, who cares about the rest of the world, and live like this forever?" I sighed looking down at her as she stared at the ceiling.
"Tonight we would have had a show in Florida, I remember talking about it with Billie, Adie, and Brittany... the night before they left me." I felt a lump in my throat just thinking about them, just the feeling of saying their name's was a struggle. Did they even remember if I wasn't there? What are the doing? It's not like they can just do a show without me there. I looked down at Nattie she was rubbing her fingers against a pillow's fringe.
"Isn't it funny how the world is still turning and every one is going on with life while we're here in the room on this farm? Doesn't it feel like the world stopped for a while? Of course that could be just me.. I mean, Mike Dirnt is in my house." She stretched out and sat up.
"I wonder were my dad is.." Almost right as she said that we could hear his red truck pulling into the driveway.
"Here." I said laughing at my own dumb obvious answer. She was silent as she got up and looked out the window.
"Oh shit...." She said under her breath clenching her hands to the hem of her shirt.
"What is it?" I said straining my neck to see what she was doing. She turned around quickly looking at me in fear.
"Why don't you go up the room, it's getting late, you need rest, I will be up later." She walked over grabbing my hand pulling me up from my seat and out to the kitchen almost knocking over the table forcefully leading me to the stairs.
" What's going on?" I said stopping putting my hand on her shoulder.
"I don't want you to know." She said whining trying to drag me up the stairs. I felt her hand go limp and her face was pale as the door to the house opened. What was going on that Nattie wouldn't tell me? The girl shows me every thing?
To Be Continued....
Dirntly Love*
Today I kind of had a head ache, and we had the chorus solo tryouts so yay. Because I had a study hall and some free non-homework time in it I wrote some of When Mike Was Lost, I have not finished it so I am going to cut it off to make some sort of "suspence" even though it really isn't but there is more to come I just can;t write it tonight because at 6 I have to go to an Art Exhibit thing because some of my art from the begininnig of the year in C+D (color and design art class at school) was entered.. so I have to go to a dumb reception. You would think I would be all proud and excited but I am kind not even wanting to go at all.. I am so weird.. anyways, you might have to look back on to the previous story because it kind of leads off from what was happening in the story.. and it gets intresting..weee, kind of odd, but good.
STORY TIME OKIEE:
When Mike Was Lost (5)
She placed the container along with a pot onto the counter next to the oven. She opened it up revealing spaghetti and placed the pot, full of water onto the burner on the stove to cook the pasta. Nattie walked over to the counter that I was sitting at and sat up onto the edge of it.
"I think tomorrow I should get back to looking for the guys.." I said tossing an onion into a bowl in front of me.
"I guess, but you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?" Her voice was a little timid sounding as she asked. The water started to boil and Nattie jumped up and put the pasta into the pot. I could hear Jesus outside scratching at the door begging to come in.
"No you stay out there you silly little chicken.." She said teasing him, well and her, okay "it" through the glass. He gave a little chicken whine and scampered out into the yard.
"Want something to drink?" Nattie said pulling out some glasses.
"Sure I would, thanks.." I said getting up to help her. She pulled out some water and poured it into the glass, then reached further into the fridge and pulled a beer out.
"Want it? My dad makes it, I wouldn't know myself but I've heard it's good." She smiled and held it up towards me, so I took it. Nattie hopped up and took a bottle opener from a jar by the sink and handed it to me. I opened the bottle and took a sip.
* * * *
We just cleaned up the last plates from dinner, wet from throwing hand fulls of soap bubbles at each other while cleaning up. She dropped the last dish into the sink and ran into the living room jumping onto the couch rolling across the cushions laughing. I walked into the room laughing at her as she laid on the pillows. I sat next to her with my arm over the back of the couch.
" Couldn't this just last forever? Just, who cares about the rest of the world, and live like this forever?" I sighed looking down at her as she stared at the ceiling.
"Tonight we would have had a show in Florida, I remember talking about it with Billie, Adie, and Brittany... the night before they left me." I felt a lump in my throat just thinking about them, just the feeling of saying their name's was a struggle. Did they even remember if I wasn't there? What are the doing? It's not like they can just do a show without me there. I looked down at Nattie she was rubbing her fingers against a pillow's fringe.
"Isn't it funny how the world is still turning and every one is going on with life while we're here in the room on this farm? Doesn't it feel like the world stopped for a while? Of course that could be just me.. I mean, Mike Dirnt is in my house." She stretched out and sat up.
"I wonder were my dad is.." Almost right as she said that we could hear his red truck pulling into the driveway.
"Here." I said laughing at my own dumb obvious answer. She was silent as she got up and looked out the window.
"Oh shit...." She said under her breath clenching her hands to the hem of her shirt.
"What is it?" I said straining my neck to see what she was doing. She turned around quickly looking at me in fear.
"Why don't you go up the room, it's getting late, you need rest, I will be up later." She walked over grabbing my hand pulling me up from my seat and out to the kitchen almost knocking over the table forcefully leading me to the stairs.
" What's going on?" I said stopping putting my hand on her shoulder.
"I don't want you to know." She said whining trying to drag me up the stairs. I felt her hand go limp and her face was pale as the door to the house opened. What was going on that Nattie wouldn't tell me? The girl shows me every thing?
To Be Continued....
Dirntly Love*