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This is more of a Prologue chapter,
telling the story of the couple before
they start on the having of many kids. Also, I have tried to work a plot into this one, so yay for that.
And no, I am not insane for trying to
do two of these at the same time.
Name : Evangeline Mae Lovelace
Aspiration : Knowledge
Secondary Aspiration : Romance
Turn Ons : Red hair/Creativity
Turn Off : Cologne Personality :
Aquarius (4,4,4,7,6) Hobby : Nature
LTW : Max 7 Skills
Name : Peregrine Leo Oseransky
Aspiration : Fortune Secondary Aspiration
: Popularity Turn Ons : Custom
hair/Make up Turn Off : Smell Personality : Leo
(4,10,4,4,3) Hobby : Music &
Dance
LTW : Become The Law
I stare up at the door with an odd cocktail of dread and excitement building
up in my stomach. Part of my thrills at the idea of
college; being free from my parents and in a place
of learning where I can fully express myself.
But then again, being away from my parents
protection and at the mercy of my classmates
for the first time in my life...yeah, that's scary.
Falling into a vat of crocodiles scary.
You see, I've always been that kid who everyone else hated, for one key
reason; my eyes. I'm one quarter alien, meaning I'm
not alien enough for the aliens to respect me, but
I'm too alien for the humans to like me either. I'm a total outcast. Never had a friend, never been invited to a party, never
been on a date...it sucks.
But, maybe, things will be different here...
Maybe.
Not wanting to wait around and find out if
people here are as cruel as those back
home, I duck into my room. It's bland and
overly cream. Utterly depressing. It doesn't
suit me or my electric blue hair at all. As
soon as possible I am going to have to get
some posters and stuff to brighten it up
a bit.
I will never be able to survive four years in this glorified tomb.
When I run out of things to do in my
room, I get fidgety. I've never been one
for just sitting around doing nothing.
So, taking a deep breath and trying to
calm my nerves, I walk upstairs to the
communal study area. Peeking around the banister, I see only
one other person there, a guy on his
own playing chess. He doesn't even look up as I trip into view.
Taking this as an omen, I move to the
bookcase.
I find something to read fast. A beaten
copy of Philip Pullman's Northern
Lights, one of my favourite books.
But even as I start to read, I cannot ignore the fact that there is
someone else there. I don't feel eyes on the
back of my neck...I just feel acutely
aware that I'm not alone, and it's not a
pleasant feeling.
After a while I hear him move. Glancing
over my shoulder I see him sat on an
armchair, also reading. Quickly I look away, afraid
that he might notice me staring at him.
He's actually rather good looking. Very
good looking.
Shaking my head I turn back to Lyra's adventures. Stupid
Eva. No point in noticing who the
good looking guys are; none of them
will ever be interested in
someone like me.
Feeling the familiar melancholic
depression that tints me life begin to sink in again, I go to put
the book away, before I start crying.
'Hi.'
I start, rabbit in headlights. A pair of
sharp green eyes is fixed on me, curiosity
making them brighter. I glance
around, looking for someone else, but it's
just me and him.
'Are you okay?' he asks, concerned, putting down his
book and beginning to rise.
Desperately I nod, not wanting him to...keep paying
attention to me. 'I'm fine,' I squeak, before
running away, back down to my room.
Gods, I am such a moron.
I make it downstairs with no incidents. Crap! Why did he
have to talk to me?
Freaked out and panicked, I do what I
always do when worried; eat.
Unfortunately the canteen food is far
from desirable, and I find myself just
stirring it, round and round the bowl.
'Food's crap, huh?'
I start upright to see him opposite me, the guy from before. My cheeks fan to flame.
'Uh huh,' I reply, staring back down at my bowl. There are half a dozen empty
tables. Why is he sat with me?
'I'm Peregrine,' he offers through a
mouthful of burnt chilli. 'Peregrine
Leo Oseransky, but everyone calls me
Oz.'
I'm sure that my eyes are bulging, but
my parents brought me up properly. 'I'm
Evangeline, but I prefer Eva.'
He nods, clearly pleased that I'm talking to him.
'That's a nice name. Better than
Peregrine!' He pulls a face.
We sit in silence for a while, before the
words burst from me. I can't stop it. I
don't even realize I've said it until it's
over and I cannot recall the words.
'Why are you talking to me?'
He looks hurt. 'You want me to leave?'
I shake my head quickly, appalled by
the suggestion. 'No! I just...wondered. I
mean...why would you want to talk to
me?'
His expression softens, becoming far
too sweet. 'You looked lost and alone.
Plus, and don't hate me for saying this,
you're hot!'
Frowning I mull over his words. 'I'm not
hot,' I correct after a while. 'I'm a freak.'
'What?'
'The eyes.'
That makes him grin. 'I think they're
awesome. Do you get teased about them a
lot?'
I shrug, staring at my food again. 'Teased is
too tame a discription.'
He nods knowingly. 'Sure. But I'm sure people here will be
more openminded. I didn't even notice
your eyes at first. It was the hair.'
I smile. 'That's why I did it. I dyed my hair blue in the hope that
people wouldn't notice my eyes so
quickly.'
I listen to myself talking and begin to frown again. Since
when have I been so chatty? But talking to
Oz feels...natural. I don't have to work at
it, like I do with everyone else.
Weird.
We sit there talking about anything and
everything until I notice the time.
'I really should go,' I say, glancing at my long empty bowl. 'I
have stuff to do before class tomorrow.'
He nods. 'Me too...I guess.'
Reluctantly, I stand. I want to spend
more time with him, another shock.
Usually lacking in social skills, I am
surprised at myself.
'See you around,' he calls as I leave.
'Sure.'
I sit there in my room, staring at my
computer screen. Wow. I don't know why he bothered to
try to be nice to me, but it was nice that
he did. It makes me feel...warm,
buoyant.
Maybe things won't be so bad here after all, if more people
are like Oz.
I write little before I give up, too
distracted to work.
The next morning is not as good. I sit
down for breakfast, and as soon as I'm
down, the other chair at the table
scrapes out, and this horse-faced girl sits
down.
'You're Evangeline Lovelace, right?' she demands, glaring at
me.
'Eva,' I say.
'Whatever,' she rudely says,
dismissively rolling her eyes. 'You're that freaky alien
halfbreed, right?'
Fear hits my stomach like a brick. 'One
quarter alien,' I mutter into my chest,
afraid to look up.
'I don't know how you're brave enough
to come out in public. If I was you I'd just
lock myself away and never come out
again.'
With her point made, she gets up and
flounces off, leaving me dejected and just
as depressed as when I arrived.
Great.
'She said what?'
Later, over lunch, I tell Oz what
happened. He glares over his shoulder at the girl, who sticks
up her nose and scowls back.
'It doesn’t matter much,' I whisper. 'I get it all the time.'
'Doesn't make it right,' he says
adamantly. 'Just ignore bitches like
that. She's just jealous that you're easily the prettiest girl here, and she
looks like Camilla Parker Bowls.'
'So, other than her, anyone else given you
any hassle?'
I shake my head. 'I haven't really spoken to
anyone else.'
Thankfully he doesn't press the issue
anymore. I'm glad. I really don't want to
start crying in front of him.
He begins to tell me a story about his
childhood. He was adopted as a baby, after his parents were killed
in a car accident. I quickly apologize, but
he shrugs it off.
'My Mum and Dad, the ones I was given too,
are the best people imaginable. Sure, I
sometimes miss my bio parents, but I never
really knew them. Casey and Ted are
amazing. They're old. They were in their
fifties when I went to them, but they've
always been there for me. I never really
needed anything else when I had them.'
I feel jealousy sting deeply. My parents
were never there for me. Dad ran out
when I was still a kid and mother
hated me for being a freak. The idea of
loving parents is one of those things I
grew up wanting, but never got.
I let him go on about his family,
hoping that he never asks about my
parents. He doesn't, and as soon as I can
I rush off to class.
It will be a long time before I'm ready to talk to
anyone about my family, even Oz.
While I don't get along with my
mother, my father's side of the family always fascinated me. As a little girl Dad would tell me stories that his dad
told him about space and aliens and the stars. All that kind of stuff. I love it. I
was still a small girl when I learnt how to
map the skies at night, how to work a
telescope and find what I needed to
see.
At first it was a hobby. When Dad
left it turned into an obsession. I want to
know who I am. Where I came from.
If it's all worth the hell I have to pay.
And I can still hope that maybe there's a
family waiting for me out there.
I spend a lot of time outside, especially at night. I've never
been a daytime person. My fair skin burns easily and the light bounces off of
my eyes in weird ways. Plus I can
never wake up in the mornings, and take
that morning grogginess through
the day until the sun goes down.
Being a night person has another
advantage; there's no one around to
stare. Sure, there is always someone up in the dorm, but at
night everyone's too tired to bother with
teasing me.
It's nice.
With autumn now firmly set in, there's a lot to do outside at
night. Like playing in the leaves,
something I always used to do at home, no matter how mad
it made Mum.
I'm the first to admit that when I'm
concentrating on something, I'm
pretty much dead to the world. So I
never even heard him approach. After raking up the leaves,
I turn and there he is, just sitting there.
Swallowing my scream, I walk over to him, annoyed to
have been caught off guard. What if it
had been someone scarier than Oz?
'Hey?' I say quietly.
He leaps up, grinning. 'What are you doing
out here?'
Shrugging, I look at my feet. As close as we
have grown, I am still a nervous ball of shyness
around him. Idiot. 'I like it out here at night.
It's peaceful.'
His grin grows. 'Well, I heard that there was going to be a meteor shower tonight. I see you on that telescope
sometimes, so I figured it was something you
were interested in.'
I nod excitedly. 'It is.'
'So, wanna watch the stars with me?'
My heart pounds at the thought, but I control it
fiercely. He's just a friend. An extremely
attractive, kind, shirtless friend.
Oh, why did he have to be so good-looking?
And shirtless?
We lay down side by side on the ground,
him guiding me when I falter slightly.
Staring up at the sky, I can barely
concentrate, feeling his warmth against
my side.
When his arm goes around me, pulling me into his chest, I freeze. What is he
doing? His easy grin warms me as he
looks down at me.
'Look!' he demands softly, pointing.
But I can't, too blinded by his face and his closeness. Too enraptured by the sky, he doesn't seem to notice that
my eyes never leave his face, which is
good.
As good as it feels to be curled up against
him, I worm my way out of his grasp and
sit up. Propped on one elbow, he
watches me, confused.
'Something wrong?'
Yes. 'No. I'm just tired.'
Like the idiotic coward I am, I run
away, again. He must think I'm insane, which is a plus,
because I am.
It's stupid and childish, but after that night I begin to
avoid him, as much as possible. Considering we
live in the same building, it's surprisingly easy, almost
like he's avoiding me in the same way. That thought
makes my chest ache, but I ignore it.
It's almost two months before we have any kind of
contact. Taking advantage of an empty dorm, I go upstairs
for a few hundred sit ups. I've been eating so much to
ease my unhappiness that I've put on a few pounds.
I don't hear him coming. It makes me wonder if he's some kind of vampire or
something, uniquely equipped to sneak up on me
no matter what. I don't know he's there watching me until
he speaks.
'Keep up with that and you might just disappear.'
Muscles locking, I can barely roll my head to stare
up at him, again the rabbit in headlights.
'You're skinny enough, Eva,' he continues, smiling as
though we last talked yesterday, not months ago.
And then he just saunters off.
What was that about?
'You have to promise to stop avoiding me!'
he demands later, when I'm showered and
dressed. 'I don't even know what I did
wrong.'
Sighing, I feel my brow lower. 'You didn't do anything.' And that's
true. It's all my fault for being an emotional
wreck.
Fingers pinch at my sides, and I find myself
gasping for breath, giggling like a little
girl. 'Eva,' he growls, face pressed against
mine, forehead to forehead, noses
brushing. My heart putters pathetically and sweat makes my palms slippery. 'Eva, no more
ignoring me, okay? I don't like it. I missed
you.'
Mouth like the Sahara, I can't answer.
Releasing me, he cocks his head, regarding me
closely.
'So, what are we doing tonight?'
'We?' I ask, confused.
He nods. 'Sure. We have a lot to catch up
on.'
I pause thoughtfully. 'Well, I have to watch
this crap old horror film for my Drama
class.'
'Okay then!' he exclaims happily,
smiling so wide that I can't help but smile
back. 'So, tonight we will take over the TV
and watch that crap film.'
'Cool.'
'It's a date.' Darting forward so fast he's a
ginger blur, he presses his lips to my
cheek, grins again, and bounces off.
I don't think I'm ever going to understand
Oz. Ever.
'Oz!'
He rushes over to me. 'What?'
I grin, eyes sparkling. 'It's snowing!' I laugh
happily, twirling around, not caring that I'm making a
fool of myself. 'Actual snow!'
He laughs with me. 'You're acting like you've never seen
snow before,' he chides.
I pout, hitting his arm. 'I haven't. Not
really.'
His disbelief is amusing. His jaw
pops open. 'Never?'
'Nope.'
'Then we will have to go and play in the
snow once it sets,' he says.
'Really?'
'Yes.'
It feels like my head will split in two from
my smile. 'Yay!'
His laugh rolls around the room, deep and smooth. 'You are so weird sometimes, Eva.'
If anyone said that to me, I'd be in tears.
But I know Oz means it as a compliment,
and my cheeks blush red.
Later, once he's gotten dressed after
his afternoon nap, we sit in front of the TV. Or I sit, and Oz stretches across the
rest of the sofa.
I can hear the sound of werewolves
tearing apart innocent people, but
I cannot stop from peeking at Oz every
few seconds.
I'm freaking obsessed in the
worst way. I'm a pair of binoculars
and a journal away from being a stalker.
'Stop staring at me,' he complains,
playfully nudging my hip with his foot. My
face explodes red, tears of
embarrassment prickling.
'Sorry.' God! He must think I am a total
freak. I bet he's regretting ever talking to me.
Instead of doing what I expect, leaving
while shouting abuse at me, he sits up and wraps an arm around
my shoulders, pulling me close to him. As
always when he touches me, my body overreacts and shuts
down in the same instant.
I mutter another sorry, but he ignores me, pulling me onto
his lap.
'What are you doing?' I squeak, trying to
wriggle free. His grip on my back tightens,
pulling me close to him.
'I am doing what I've wanted to do since I
first met you, you crazy little blue
haired alien.'
I don't protest as his lips touch mine. I
can't protest, because this is what
I've wanted for so long. And he wanted
it too? That bit doesn't make any sense, but I'm not
going to complain. In a blissful little
bubble, I press my lips back against
his, smiling to myself.
When he does end the kiss, a little later, he
pulls me close to him, burying his face in
my shoulder.
'This is it now, Eva,' he warns. 'You're not
getting rid of me unless you kill me.'
With that in mind, I see his kiss as it was meant to be, not just
a kiss, but a promise, a pact. He wants
me...forever?
'I mean it,' he adds when I say nothing. 'I love you, Evangeline, and I am never letting
you get away from me. Not ever.'
I can't say anything as my heart swells to filly my entire chest,
pushing my lungs against my ribs so
that I cannot breath.
So this is love? I muse. Perfect.
I scream a little as an unseen attacker grabs me from behind. But when a familiar pair
of soft lips brush mine, I relax and let him greet me in my
favourite way.
'That was unexpected,' I gasp when he allows
me a break to catch my breath.
'It feels like years since I last saw you,' he
complains, stroking my back and raising
goosebumps.
I giggle, kissing his nose. 'It was half an
hour ago.'
Arms tight about me, so tight it's hard for me
to even breath, he glares into my eyes.
'Still too long.'
Since that night when he first kissed me, two weeks ago, we've been
practically inseperatable. We
spend every moment together, no matter what we are doing.
Though I'm still kinda petrified that he'll get
bored of me, or realize that he doesn't really love me, or even like
me. But, for now, I am happy just to be with
him, and it really doesn't seem like he's getting bored of me.
'I love you,' he assures me.
Sometimes it does seem like he can read
my mind, sensing when I need to be
reassured.
'I love you too,' I say shyly, my cheeks
flushing again.
After that there's no more talking. No
need for talking. It's like our bodies are
having their own conversation, our
feelings clear as crystal despite no
words being said.
I never imagined anything like this.
Not ever.
'What if someone catches us?' I ask
later, pulling away from him and his intoxicating lips.
Somehow we ended up together, naked on
the couch, in the communal study area.
I have no idea how this happened, but looking down his
toned body, I don't care.
'Don't worry so much,' he says,
kissing me again. 'Nothing will go
wrong. I promise.'
I trust him, more implicitly than any
other person I've ever known. I trust him
that nothing will happen, and give
myself completely to the moment.
He's right. Nothing will happen, but the possibility of being
caught adds a tension to the moment that
makes it even sweeter.
'I really, really, really do love you, Evangeline.'
Dimly rubbing my face against his hand,
I smile. 'I love you too. So much.'
'I have plans for tomorrow,' he warns
me.
'Should I be scared?'
Solemnly he nods. 'Yes.'
Delightedly I squeal, dancing through the
thick covering of snow.
'I knew you'd like it,' Oz says, watching
me, eyes filled with adoration that I'm
surprised I ever earned.
'I love it!' I cry. 'And I love you!'
He flushes slightly. 'It's just snow,' he
mutters, but I ignore him.
'We have to build a snowman!' I say,
jumping about like a rabbit on Red Bull.
He starts balling up snow, and for a
moment I just stand there, staring at his
cute little arse. Then his eyes flicker to me,
lips smirking, and I hurry to join him.
'He's perfect!' I state as Oz adds the carrot.
'Everything's perfect to you. I cannot
believe this is your first snow,' he says,
disbelievingly.
'I was sent to my Grandma's in the
winters. In Australia.'
'Oh.'
'But it really was worth the wait.
Thank you.'
He answers by drawing me in for an intense kiss. I'm glad
that the snow has kept most people
inside, as many girls have taken offence to
Oz, the prize of the campus, dating me,
the school freak. The teasing has gotten
worse, but Oz makes me immune to it.
Who cares what they think when Oz thinks
I'm perfect?
Okay, I care a little bit. Who wouldn't,
though?
'I'm still not used to that,' I gasp when we
break apart. He's panting too, eyes out
of focus.
'I'm just so good,' he teases lightly, poking
my ribs. But behind the teasing there's a
desire in his eyes that makes my knees
weak.
When I'm not with Oz, I'm studying, and
when I'm not studying, I'm with
Oz. Some would say it's an unhealthy
relationship, but I'm just surprised to have
any kind of relationship at all, so
I really don't care.
But I do still study as hard as I ever have,
no matter how much it annoys Oz. I've
never missed a class or a deadline. Perfect grades and a spotless
record.
I also still spend a lot of time painting. I
secretly painted Oz while he was
studying one night, and after that I
decided to try a self portrait, something I'd never bothered
with before. I was an ugly freak, why would I want to
immortalize myself on canvas?
But I don't feel ugly anymore.
'What are we doing here Oz?' I demand,
looking up at the small house. We have
just completed our second year of
college, still very much together, and
Oz has another "surprise" for me.
He doesn't answer. Walking up to the front door, he pulls out a key
and opens it. He beckons and I follow
him in.
'Why are my paintings here?' I ask, looking around the brightly
coloured living room.
'You really can't guess?' he asks,
grinning. 'This is our house, for the rest of
our time here.'
My jaw hits the floor. 'What?'
'If you want to live with me, of course.'
I throw my arms around him. 'Of course
I do. It's perfect. But...how?'
'I've been saving.' And that's all he will say on the matter. 'So, want to
see the bedroom?'
I roll my eyes, but allow him to bundle me
excitedly upstairs.
It's just as bright and garish as the
downstairs. Grinning, I perch on the
obnoxious bedspread.
'It's really perfect, Oz. Thank you.'
Sitting beside me, he hugs me. 'Anything
for you, Eva.'
'Anything?' I ask huskily, pulling him further onto the bed.
'Anything you want.'
Time passes quickly, and before I know where I am, we're
Seniors with only one year left here.
Normally I cook, but tonight Oz insisted on taking over. I let him, regretting it when the entire house fills with
smoke.
I turn and Oz is there with a plate of burned
pork chops, looking forlornly down at
them. It breaks my heart.
'I ruined dinner, Eva,' he says.
Coming up behind him, I wrap my arms
around his waist. 'It looks fine,' I say.
'Now, I'm starved, so let's eat.'
'I really am sorry about dinner.'
Chocking down another bite, I smile.
'It's fine, Oz. You just need a little more
practice. It's no big deal.'
His bottom lip juts out. 'It is a big deal.
Tonight was meant to be special.'
'Why?' I ask, frowning. Did I miss
an anniversary or something? I don't
think I did.
'Eva,' he says, looking deep into my
eyes. Dropping my fork, I grab his hand,
getting nervous. He sounds really weird.
'What is it?' I ask, voice breaking.
'Eva,' he says again, swallowing.
'Evangeline, you've made me the happiest
man in the world these past few years.
No one should be this lucky, but I was and still am, just having
you in my life.'
My heart hammers against my ribs as he
pulls a little black box out of his pocket. Gingerly he pushes it
towards me, eyes pleading.
'Evangeline Mae Lovelace, will you
marry me?'
I pick up the box and stare at the ring. It's
beautiful, a traditional gold band
with a-
'What kind of stone is that?' I ask, not
looking up.
'It's a starstone. I was asking around for ages, members of
your race, and this is a traditional gift
between lovers, they say.'
'I can't accept this!' I say, putting it down
as though my very presence will devalue
it. 'It's too much. It must have cost you a
fortune.'
'Eva, answer my question,' he
demands. 'Will you marry me? Forget the ring. Will you marry
me?'
I stare, slightly shocked by his
outburst. 'Of course-'
Taking the box from me, he pulls out the
ring and slides it onto my finger. 'Good.'
Overwhelmed, I twirl the cold metal around
my ring finger, feeling it warm to my
skin. 'Thank you.'
'You're worth every penny, and a million
more.'
Guilty over the price of the ring, I let Oz
celebrate in his favourite way.
Not that I mind at all, really.
'I cannot believe that you're engaged!'
I smile at the weird little witch, Alice,
one of the few people in town who don't treat me like crap.
She claims to be some kind of all
powerful Goddess figure, but I think
she's just an eccentric.
'So, what's new with you?' I ask, wanting
to turn the subject away from me. I'm
still not totally comfortable talking
about myself, not even with Oz.
'Worrying a lot. The war between humans and aliens is getting
worse. The aliens are threatening to drop
bio-bombs if we don't surrender.'
There's a lot about this on the news. Lots
of aliens are leaving town, retreating to
secluded places due to the abuse received. I don't get too much,
luckily, but what does filter through is worse than the jibes
about my eyes.
'Do you think it will really come to that?'
Sadly she shrugs. 'Hard to say at the
moment, but I really hope not.'
'Me too.'
Again time seemed to just disappear, and
the end was nigh. Oz and I left for our final
exams before graduation with a small amount of
sadness. I would miss our house here, and
I'd miss the college.
But, then again, I would not miss the
people and their mean remarks.
'It's all over!' I cry, hugging Oz close.
Pushing me away slightly, he stares into my eyes and shakes his head.
'No. It's only just beginning.'
He's not wrong there.
Across town, Alice and her latest consort,
CatMan, watch the news with growing
distress.
'The world leaders today voted to ignore the alien threats. It is
their policy not to negotiate with
terrorists, and so a special envoy is not being sent on behalf of Earth to dissuade
the aliens from hostile action.'
'This is bad,' Alice says, ignoring the rest
of the report.
CatMan nods. 'I know. But what can
we-'
He is cut off as a million biological
warheads are dropped across Earth. The
explosion is deafening, and when
the smoke clears, something is not at
all right.
'Well...this sucks.'
CatMan nods pleasantly. 'It really
does.'
'Stupid flesh eating viruses.'
'Yes.'
'Oh!' she cries. If she could still cry, she
would. 'I'm not pretty anymore!'
'You are...just in a more living-dead
kind of way.'
She ignores him, moving for the
phone. 'I'd better check on everyone
else.'
'Hello?'
-'Mortimer? Hey. Listen...anything
weird happen today?'
'If you mean did I get turned into some kind
of zombie type creature, then yes.'
-'And everyone else?'
'Much the same.'
-'Crap.'
'I'm so confused! I don't know if I want
to eat cheese or brains!'
-'May I suggest both?'
'Hmmm...'
-'Malcolm, baby, how are things.'
'I know this was your fault, LeQuia.
You've always hated me, and now I'm a
monster, and not in the good, Alan
Sugar way.'
-'It's not my fault! I'm buggered, just
like all of you!'
-'Oh, Pascal! Not you too!'
'I'm afraid so, Alice. But isn't it neat?'
-'You're an undead brain eating
freak...wait, of course you'd like it.'
'Like it? I love it!'
'You've got to help me! I have a date
with Romeo in two hours and I look like
death!'
-'Tasteful joke, Juliet.'
'Who's joking?!?!?!'
-'I'm guessing that Romeo is just as fugly
as you now, so deal with it.'
'I hate you.'
-'Everyone does.'
'Oh...crap.' Frowning she turns to the man...zombie
behind her.
'Catman. I think we have a problem.'
EWWW! I'm a zombie! This really
does suck.
Anyways, join us next time to see what will happen next, Far
Away From Pluto.
And *drool* at Oz.