(Ok I'm kinda disappointed that this story isn't getting a lot of comments......:( and on part 2 the only comment I got was asking 4 a doughnut -.- well please comment. Enjoy!)
The seguinte day, we were sitting in the dining common, while Chris introduced our seguinte location. He was talking about stuff that I really didn't give two shits about. So, I decided to daydream. What about? Well, Duncan. But then Chef burst through the metal doors with a samurai sword.
"Gosh guys, that's obviously a Chinese outfit." Harold ranted.
"Thank you Harold." Chris said. Though he obviously didn't really care at all. "Now remember, anyone who doesn't sing-"
"It's just, you'd really think you'd work harder to get it right!" Harold said.
"Harold! Anyone who doesn't sing is immediately disqualified."
"Your cultural sensitivity, is just... Gosh! I mean, gosh!" then Chef sliced open the door, sending us free-falling out of the plane. I screamed and instinctively held onto Duncan. As we were falling, the song sino rang.
"Seriously? I mean, seriously?" Noah screamed.
"Sing, and I might think about saving your musical buttocks! And maybe you'll try harder this time, kay?" Chris shouted.
Courtney: We're cantar as we're falling!
Heather: Well, some are cannon-balling.
Izzy: Yeah!
Alejandro: Our lives begin to flash before our eyes!
Noah and Owen: We might just go ka-blooey!
Harold and Tyler: Get smushed and become chewy!
Everyone: Cept there's tons we wanna do before we die!
LeShawna: Billionairess!
Cody: Billiard's Champion!
DJ: Make it início to see my momma!
Sierra: Marry Cody!
Bridgette: Catch a barrel!
Lindsay: Be an actress in a drama!
Courtney: Corporate lawyer!
Gwen: Prom destroyer!
Harold: Be a ninja with throwing stars!
Alejandro: Lion tamer!
Owen: New comida namer!
Tyler: Repairman for the parallel bars!
Noah: But first we must cease dropping, our goal here would be stopping!
Izzy: Before we smash into the ground from the sky!
DJ: Let into little pieces!
Harold: Heads merged with our feet-ses!
Duncan: That would really suck and here's why:
Bridgette: We'd like to keep on living!
Alejandro: So Chris, We hope you're giving:
Sierra: Some wings!
Duncan: A jet pack!
Gwen: A rift in time!
Heather: Parachute!
Noah: Waterbed!
Tyler: A trampoline!
Izzy: Springy shoes!
Alejandro: Rocket boots!
Lindsay: Flying squirrel!
LeShawna: Bubble bath!
Lindsay: I change to bubbles, too!
DJ: Mama!
Owen: Pizza! No! Chips and some dip will do!
Everyone: Cause there's still so much to do before we die! Yeah, we said it! There's still so much to do, there's still so much to do, there's still so much to do before we die! Yeah!
Owen: Yeah!
We continued falling. Screaming. Praying. But then we landed in a... giant bowl of rice? I poked my head up and looked around. I saw Duncan buried seguinte to me. His head was the only thing showing. I started to dig him out.
"You okay?" I asked him.
"Could be better." He said while he tried to mover his arms. "You?" he asked.
"Well, I'm a little freaked out because of that whole almost dying thing, but now I'm digging you out of rice, and then I have to dig arroz out of my bra. So... I'm good." I sad casually. He laughed a bit. I smiled. I loved his laugh. And his eyes. And his body. Ah screw it. I amor him!
Finally, we got his arms free, so he pushed himself out of the rice. "Sticky rice?" he asked while he peeled some off of his shirt. I groaned and started to brush it off my clothing. Then Duncan started picking pieces out of my hair. I giggled and ran my fingers through his mohawk.
"There." I said while I took my hands away from his green hair. Then he took his hands away from my cerceta, verde-azulado and black hair. Then we were brought to a Japanese game show studio. The seguinte challenge was to survive one. Each team had to pick a man (or woman) to go into a giant pinball and get shot around por their team. DJ was going for Team Victory, and Alejandro for Team CRRRRH. They each had a panda with them. But when Duncan volunteered, I was the one going in with him. I could only imagine what I was about to go through.
As soon as the game started, Duncan and I were tossed around like rag dolls, occasionally knocking heads. But close to the end, Duncan crashed into my right ankle. And sine he wasn't exactly as light as Harold, it hurt! I screamed and wrapped my hands around my ankle.
"You- ow! Okay?" he asked me.
"No!" I snapped.
"What hur- ah! Oh, shit!" he shouted when his bent right elbow crashed into the mural of the ball. And that can really kill. Then we stopped. Duncan put his left arm around me to help me out of the ball. Before anyone could say anything, Duncan explained. "Let me just say that that thing is a death trap! Gwen sprained her ankle and I can hardly mover my arm." He said.
"There's no way that they can compete in the seguinte part of the challenge." Chris said to Chef. He nodded, then Brought us back to the plane.
"You two stay up here in first class while everyone else does the seguinte challenge." Chef said to us. We nodded. Then he left, and an intern came in. He took off my boot and wrapped my ankle in an ace.
"Keep this elevated." He said while he looked at me.
"Okay." I said while I rested my leg rest on the foot rest while I leaned back in my chair. The intern put a travesseiro under my hurt leg. Then he went to help Duncan. He wrapped a bandage around Duncan's elbow.
"Keep your arm bent." He said.
"Whatever." Duncan said. Then the intern left. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked me.
"It feels a little better, but not much." I said.
"Sorry about that." He said.
"It's not your fault. It's Chris' dumb challenge's." I said.
"True." He said.
"No you're not!" I heard Courtney scream. She's loud when she wants to be.
"What do you see in her?" I asked Duncan. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes.
"Honestly, I don't even know." He said.
"Time to break up?" I asked him.
"Time to break up." He said while he nodded. "I'll break it to her when they finish the challenge." He said.
"So, she was your girlfriend for, like, two years. Why suddenly stopping?" I asked. If you didn't understand that, it means that if he was dating her for two years, and he just tells her "we have to break up" instead of breaking it to her slowly.
"Well, I'm starting to have feelings for another girl." He said.
"Who?" I asked, half- no, 2/3 hoping it would be me. But the other 1/3 was hoping that it wouldn't be me so Courtney wouldn't kill me. I looked over at him. He was slightly blushing.
"I'll tell you at dinner." He said. I just decided to not hound him for the answer. So, we just talked. For the whole challenge.
(The seguinte chapters will start being mais out of script. Again full credit goes to Alternativeactress on Fanfiction. Please leave comments. Please and thank u! Starburst-Rock.)
The seguinte day, we were sitting in the dining common, while Chris introduced our seguinte location. He was talking about stuff that I really didn't give two shits about. So, I decided to daydream. What about? Well, Duncan. But then Chef burst through the metal doors with a samurai sword.
"Gosh guys, that's obviously a Chinese outfit." Harold ranted.
"Thank you Harold." Chris said. Though he obviously didn't really care at all. "Now remember, anyone who doesn't sing-"
"It's just, you'd really think you'd work harder to get it right!" Harold said.
"Harold! Anyone who doesn't sing is immediately disqualified."
"Your cultural sensitivity, is just... Gosh! I mean, gosh!" then Chef sliced open the door, sending us free-falling out of the plane. I screamed and instinctively held onto Duncan. As we were falling, the song sino rang.
"Seriously? I mean, seriously?" Noah screamed.
"Sing, and I might think about saving your musical buttocks! And maybe you'll try harder this time, kay?" Chris shouted.
Courtney: We're cantar as we're falling!
Heather: Well, some are cannon-balling.
Izzy: Yeah!
Alejandro: Our lives begin to flash before our eyes!
Noah and Owen: We might just go ka-blooey!
Harold and Tyler: Get smushed and become chewy!
Everyone: Cept there's tons we wanna do before we die!
LeShawna: Billionairess!
Cody: Billiard's Champion!
DJ: Make it início to see my momma!
Sierra: Marry Cody!
Bridgette: Catch a barrel!
Lindsay: Be an actress in a drama!
Courtney: Corporate lawyer!
Gwen: Prom destroyer!
Harold: Be a ninja with throwing stars!
Alejandro: Lion tamer!
Owen: New comida namer!
Tyler: Repairman for the parallel bars!
Noah: But first we must cease dropping, our goal here would be stopping!
Izzy: Before we smash into the ground from the sky!
DJ: Let into little pieces!
Harold: Heads merged with our feet-ses!
Duncan: That would really suck and here's why:
Bridgette: We'd like to keep on living!
Alejandro: So Chris, We hope you're giving:
Sierra: Some wings!
Duncan: A jet pack!
Gwen: A rift in time!
Heather: Parachute!
Noah: Waterbed!
Tyler: A trampoline!
Izzy: Springy shoes!
Alejandro: Rocket boots!
Lindsay: Flying squirrel!
LeShawna: Bubble bath!
Lindsay: I change to bubbles, too!
DJ: Mama!
Owen: Pizza! No! Chips and some dip will do!
Everyone: Cause there's still so much to do before we die! Yeah, we said it! There's still so much to do, there's still so much to do, there's still so much to do before we die! Yeah!
Owen: Yeah!
We continued falling. Screaming. Praying. But then we landed in a... giant bowl of rice? I poked my head up and looked around. I saw Duncan buried seguinte to me. His head was the only thing showing. I started to dig him out.
"You okay?" I asked him.
"Could be better." He said while he tried to mover his arms. "You?" he asked.
"Well, I'm a little freaked out because of that whole almost dying thing, but now I'm digging you out of rice, and then I have to dig arroz out of my bra. So... I'm good." I sad casually. He laughed a bit. I smiled. I loved his laugh. And his eyes. And his body. Ah screw it. I amor him!
Finally, we got his arms free, so he pushed himself out of the rice. "Sticky rice?" he asked while he peeled some off of his shirt. I groaned and started to brush it off my clothing. Then Duncan started picking pieces out of my hair. I giggled and ran my fingers through his mohawk.
"There." I said while I took my hands away from his green hair. Then he took his hands away from my cerceta, verde-azulado and black hair. Then we were brought to a Japanese game show studio. The seguinte challenge was to survive one. Each team had to pick a man (or woman) to go into a giant pinball and get shot around por their team. DJ was going for Team Victory, and Alejandro for Team CRRRRH. They each had a panda with them. But when Duncan volunteered, I was the one going in with him. I could only imagine what I was about to go through.
As soon as the game started, Duncan and I were tossed around like rag dolls, occasionally knocking heads. But close to the end, Duncan crashed into my right ankle. And sine he wasn't exactly as light as Harold, it hurt! I screamed and wrapped my hands around my ankle.
"You- ow! Okay?" he asked me.
"No!" I snapped.
"What hur- ah! Oh, shit!" he shouted when his bent right elbow crashed into the mural of the ball. And that can really kill. Then we stopped. Duncan put his left arm around me to help me out of the ball. Before anyone could say anything, Duncan explained. "Let me just say that that thing is a death trap! Gwen sprained her ankle and I can hardly mover my arm." He said.
"There's no way that they can compete in the seguinte part of the challenge." Chris said to Chef. He nodded, then Brought us back to the plane.
"You two stay up here in first class while everyone else does the seguinte challenge." Chef said to us. We nodded. Then he left, and an intern came in. He took off my boot and wrapped my ankle in an ace.
"Keep this elevated." He said while he looked at me.
"Okay." I said while I rested my leg rest on the foot rest while I leaned back in my chair. The intern put a travesseiro under my hurt leg. Then he went to help Duncan. He wrapped a bandage around Duncan's elbow.
"Keep your arm bent." He said.
"Whatever." Duncan said. Then the intern left. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked me.
"It feels a little better, but not much." I said.
"Sorry about that." He said.
"It's not your fault. It's Chris' dumb challenge's." I said.
"True." He said.
"No you're not!" I heard Courtney scream. She's loud when she wants to be.
"What do you see in her?" I asked Duncan. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes.
"Honestly, I don't even know." He said.
"Time to break up?" I asked him.
"Time to break up." He said while he nodded. "I'll break it to her when they finish the challenge." He said.
"So, she was your girlfriend for, like, two years. Why suddenly stopping?" I asked. If you didn't understand that, it means that if he was dating her for two years, and he just tells her "we have to break up" instead of breaking it to her slowly.
"Well, I'm starting to have feelings for another girl." He said.
"Who?" I asked, half- no, 2/3 hoping it would be me. But the other 1/3 was hoping that it wouldn't be me so Courtney wouldn't kill me. I looked over at him. He was slightly blushing.
"I'll tell you at dinner." He said. I just decided to not hound him for the answer. So, we just talked. For the whole challenge.
(The seguinte chapters will start being mais out of script. Again full credit goes to Alternativeactress on Fanfiction. Please leave comments. Please and thank u! Starburst-Rock.)