Daily Story
341
She wasn't ever supposed to be a role model. That was never her goal, and even now she was uncomfortable around her own fans.
Natalie Veronica Adams never planned to make it big. Sure, when Kid Chameleon got together, she saw potential, but she didn't intend to act on it. That was all Todd's idea.
Now Nat went by Envy, kept a blog, and wore clothes that cost more then her tuition at U Of T. It wasn't something she could so easily get used to.
Todd made her feel like a little girl. He kept her like a pet, spoiling her, and giving into her every whim. It was a weakness she secretly exploited mercilessly. She did love Todd, there was no mistake about that, she was crazy for the blonde bad boy, but he didn't love her. Her life wasn't something anyone should try to emulate. She wasn't a role model. She never wanted to be.
342
It was a brief fantasy. Every girl managed to succumb to it once in their lives, usually after watching Grease and falling in love. Depending on personalities and preferences, names and faces are interchangeable.
The setting would be some kind of dance, set in a romantic time long ago. The girl is either a wallflower, or a flippant social butterfly. The boy, weather he be shy and adorably awkward, or a suave casanova type, is undoubtedly handsome. He'll either shyly ask for a dance, and she'll accept, or he'll have to work past her barbed defenses. Then they would fall in love, due to his adorable fumbling, or her dropping her defenses, and the fantasy ends like a movie.
Ramona Flowers, was having one of these fantasies now.
343
Liana looked around, utterly bored. The sea was dazzling for about the first three times you went to the beach. After that, it was water. Liana usually only went to lie out on the beach. It was easy, and just about the only thing to do around Newport. But her dad had friends over, and he insisted she take the teen children of said friend to the beach.
She watched the twin girls run around in their neon bikinis, still questioning why she needed to be there to chaperone two eighteen year old girls.
“Hey Rita, great hair.” Liana looked up in surprise, she didn't recognize the voice, nor the boy passing by.
“Hey!” She called back, twisting to face him. “Thanks.” She smiled. As the boy walked back towards her, Liana figured chaperoning the girls wasn't such a bad time after all.
344
Distance was always a factor, in everything. Holidays, school, spending time with the family, it was always a factor.
She learned not to care about the distance. It was only a number to her. A number of miles, a number of songs on her ipod. Distance was an extra amount of time, added both ways to the time she was going to spend where she was going.
“I'd love to see you.” The email read. “But you're so far away.”
It had never occurred to her that distance could be a hindrance, especially one so small as forty miles.
345
She'd broken her own heart... again. It was a lot easier this way. At least she wasn't in love anymore. Nothing good came from being in love with someone who didn't love her back. It was a brutal, vicious cycle, but it was better then having her heart broken by someone else.
346
You don't know me anymore.
That was the thought running through my head as I shook his hand. We hadn't seen each other since high school, and we didn't even talk much then.
But now I had red hair, a figure, and a short skirt. Everyone wanted to be my friend.
“You look great.” h e said, eyeing my like every other guy in the room had been.
“Thanks Steve.” I brushed him off, looking towards where a group of women had gathered. I'd rather be over with them. Being ostracized was far preferable to the leery bullshit I'd had to put up with from everyone I'd met. Being famous was a bitch.
347
Mary Elizabeth looked around the room nervously. She was never one for jumping right into a social scene, a fact that irritated her mother greatly. Mary Elizabeth was nearly a spinster, at eighteen there was almost no chance she would manage to get married.
But this was New York. It seemed like spinsterhood didn't exist in this magical, nothern place. Women of all ages were dancing unashamedly with men more then once. It was a den of sin and iniquety that threw Mary Elizabeth for a loop. It wasn't anything like home. But there was a war on, and there wasn't any way to get home now. So she'd just have to get used to it.
348
She came in and turned his whole damn world upside down. He didn't expect this. Kyo hated surprises. Torhu Honda was by far the second worse surprise he'd ever experienced. What was Shigure even thinking, bringing a young lady into their house without warning. Especially a young, attractive woman.
Kyo had never understood why monks secluded themselves, but he was starting to get an idea now. He couldn't stay, that was for certain. There was no way he could stay with her and not reveal their secret.
349
Olive Snook wanted to like Chuck. She honestly did. It was in her nature to like people. And it wasn't like Chuck was a particularly evil person. She helped out around the Pie Hole, changing things. She was best friends with Ned and Emmerson, destroying all the work Olive had done to intergrate herself into the duo.
Everyone just naturally flocked to her, like an alive again bee to the daisy. Especially Ned. If Ned had been able to resist the witches spell, Olive might have had an easier time being friends, but he couldn't. Chuck made Olive feel so incredibly alone.
350
Kyoya never told anyone he painted. His own father only thought it was a passing school project. Kyoya himself couldn't even believe he was so good at something so artistic. It was so natural though, putting the brush to paper. Like hosting, it was an unnaturally natural talent. It was one of the few things he was the best at. Better then his brothers, better then his friends. Though it never occurred to him to tell anyone, to showcase his art in any way. In fact, the first time he ever thought of painting for anything but stress relief was Haruhi's twenty second birthday.
The gift came as a surprise. At first, she was confused. How had Kyoya managed to get a painting like that? It was the entire Host Club together, smiling out at her. They hadn't all been together since Honey and Mori had graduated.
“I made it.” Was what he said, answering some question about the painting later. The heavy wood frame clattered to the floor, and Haruhi looked at him, shock written plainly across her face. She didn't say anything, but she hugged him, for the first time since they'd met, and that was all the thanks Kyoya needed.
351
Leo -Leonard- The crown prince of Britain, made his way through the marketplace of the small village just outside the castle wall. He was filthy, the troop he'd been traveling with was rather rough, and he'd been dirt and grass stained so many times, he was nearly unrecognizable.
“Excuse me sir?” Leo paused, and turned to find a blonde girl, just about his age, in tatterd clothes. “Would you like me to water your horse?” Leo had almost forgotten the horse he'd been leading with one hand for nearly the last mile. She had kind eyes, and her smile was genuine, though she was weighted down with the day's shopping.
“Sure.” He replied, and she led him to a fountain where the farmers horses drank.
“Thank you very much.” He bowed, and she curtsed, rather stiffly, giggeling. “You're welcome sir.” And she turned away, gathering her packages to leave. Leo didn't stop her, though he wanted to.
It didn't matter though. She was at the ball the next night, in a beautiful blue dress, and though she ran off without a shoe, he managed to find her again. His Cinderella.
352
When Matthew Patel showed up, Ramona kind of expected Scott to fight. Not that she enjoyed pitting him against her ex, but every one has baggage. That was a part of dating.
When he made it to the twins, she began to feel a little guilty. He was planning on fighting all of the exes she threw at him, and yet, she couln't muster up the infatuation she'd had for Scott. Instead, the feelings for Gideon were coming back.
When he came after Gideon, even though they'd broken up, she wanted to tell him to leave. She wasn't worth the beating he'd get.
And then he won. Ramona found herself crying. No one had ever worked that hard to be in a relationship with her, yet this little boy, the one she'd known for a two and a half weeks, had defeated all of her exes. Because he Loved her.
She wasn't ever supposed to be a role model. That was never her goal, and even now she was uncomfortable around her own fans.
Natalie Veronica Adams never planned to make it big. Sure, when Kid Chameleon got together, she saw potential, but she didn't intend to act on it. That was all Todd's idea.
Now Nat went by Envy, kept a blog, and wore clothes that cost more then her tuition at U Of T. It wasn't something she could so easily get used to.
Todd made her feel like a little girl. He kept her like a pet, spoiling her, and giving into her every whim. It was a weakness she secretly exploited mercilessly. She did love Todd, there was no mistake about that, she was crazy for the blonde bad boy, but he didn't love her. Her life wasn't something anyone should try to emulate. She wasn't a role model. She never wanted to be.
342
It was a brief fantasy. Every girl managed to succumb to it once in their lives, usually after watching Grease and falling in love. Depending on personalities and preferences, names and faces are interchangeable.
The setting would be some kind of dance, set in a romantic time long ago. The girl is either a wallflower, or a flippant social butterfly. The boy, weather he be shy and adorably awkward, or a suave casanova type, is undoubtedly handsome. He'll either shyly ask for a dance, and she'll accept, or he'll have to work past her barbed defenses. Then they would fall in love, due to his adorable fumbling, or her dropping her defenses, and the fantasy ends like a movie.
Ramona Flowers, was having one of these fantasies now.
343
Liana looked around, utterly bored. The sea was dazzling for about the first three times you went to the beach. After that, it was water. Liana usually only went to lie out on the beach. It was easy, and just about the only thing to do around Newport. But her dad had friends over, and he insisted she take the teen children of said friend to the beach.
She watched the twin girls run around in their neon bikinis, still questioning why she needed to be there to chaperone two eighteen year old girls.
“Hey Rita, great hair.” Liana looked up in surprise, she didn't recognize the voice, nor the boy passing by.
“Hey!” She called back, twisting to face him. “Thanks.” She smiled. As the boy walked back towards her, Liana figured chaperoning the girls wasn't such a bad time after all.
344
Distance was always a factor, in everything. Holidays, school, spending time with the family, it was always a factor.
She learned not to care about the distance. It was only a number to her. A number of miles, a number of songs on her ipod. Distance was an extra amount of time, added both ways to the time she was going to spend where she was going.
“I'd love to see you.” The email read. “But you're so far away.”
It had never occurred to her that distance could be a hindrance, especially one so small as forty miles.
345
She'd broken her own heart... again. It was a lot easier this way. At least she wasn't in love anymore. Nothing good came from being in love with someone who didn't love her back. It was a brutal, vicious cycle, but it was better then having her heart broken by someone else.
346
You don't know me anymore.
That was the thought running through my head as I shook his hand. We hadn't seen each other since high school, and we didn't even talk much then.
But now I had red hair, a figure, and a short skirt. Everyone wanted to be my friend.
“You look great.” h e said, eyeing my like every other guy in the room had been.
“Thanks Steve.” I brushed him off, looking towards where a group of women had gathered. I'd rather be over with them. Being ostracized was far preferable to the leery bullshit I'd had to put up with from everyone I'd met. Being famous was a bitch.
347
Mary Elizabeth looked around the room nervously. She was never one for jumping right into a social scene, a fact that irritated her mother greatly. Mary Elizabeth was nearly a spinster, at eighteen there was almost no chance she would manage to get married.
But this was New York. It seemed like spinsterhood didn't exist in this magical, nothern place. Women of all ages were dancing unashamedly with men more then once. It was a den of sin and iniquety that threw Mary Elizabeth for a loop. It wasn't anything like home. But there was a war on, and there wasn't any way to get home now. So she'd just have to get used to it.
348
She came in and turned his whole damn world upside down. He didn't expect this. Kyo hated surprises. Torhu Honda was by far the second worse surprise he'd ever experienced. What was Shigure even thinking, bringing a young lady into their house without warning. Especially a young, attractive woman.
Kyo had never understood why monks secluded themselves, but he was starting to get an idea now. He couldn't stay, that was for certain. There was no way he could stay with her and not reveal their secret.
349
Olive Snook wanted to like Chuck. She honestly did. It was in her nature to like people. And it wasn't like Chuck was a particularly evil person. She helped out around the Pie Hole, changing things. She was best friends with Ned and Emmerson, destroying all the work Olive had done to intergrate herself into the duo.
Everyone just naturally flocked to her, like an alive again bee to the daisy. Especially Ned. If Ned had been able to resist the witches spell, Olive might have had an easier time being friends, but he couldn't. Chuck made Olive feel so incredibly alone.
350
Kyoya never told anyone he painted. His own father only thought it was a passing school project. Kyoya himself couldn't even believe he was so good at something so artistic. It was so natural though, putting the brush to paper. Like hosting, it was an unnaturally natural talent. It was one of the few things he was the best at. Better then his brothers, better then his friends. Though it never occurred to him to tell anyone, to showcase his art in any way. In fact, the first time he ever thought of painting for anything but stress relief was Haruhi's twenty second birthday.
The gift came as a surprise. At first, she was confused. How had Kyoya managed to get a painting like that? It was the entire Host Club together, smiling out at her. They hadn't all been together since Honey and Mori had graduated.
“I made it.” Was what he said, answering some question about the painting later. The heavy wood frame clattered to the floor, and Haruhi looked at him, shock written plainly across her face. She didn't say anything, but she hugged him, for the first time since they'd met, and that was all the thanks Kyoya needed.
351
Leo -Leonard- The crown prince of Britain, made his way through the marketplace of the small village just outside the castle wall. He was filthy, the troop he'd been traveling with was rather rough, and he'd been dirt and grass stained so many times, he was nearly unrecognizable.
“Excuse me sir?” Leo paused, and turned to find a blonde girl, just about his age, in tatterd clothes. “Would you like me to water your horse?” Leo had almost forgotten the horse he'd been leading with one hand for nearly the last mile. She had kind eyes, and her smile was genuine, though she was weighted down with the day's shopping.
“Sure.” He replied, and she led him to a fountain where the farmers horses drank.
“Thank you very much.” He bowed, and she curtsed, rather stiffly, giggeling. “You're welcome sir.” And she turned away, gathering her packages to leave. Leo didn't stop her, though he wanted to.
It didn't matter though. She was at the ball the next night, in a beautiful blue dress, and though she ran off without a shoe, he managed to find her again. His Cinderella.
352
When Matthew Patel showed up, Ramona kind of expected Scott to fight. Not that she enjoyed pitting him against her ex, but every one has baggage. That was a part of dating.
When he made it to the twins, she began to feel a little guilty. He was planning on fighting all of the exes she threw at him, and yet, she couln't muster up the infatuation she'd had for Scott. Instead, the feelings for Gideon were coming back.
When he came after Gideon, even though they'd broken up, she wanted to tell him to leave. She wasn't worth the beating he'd get.
And then he won. Ramona found herself crying. No one had ever worked that hard to be in a relationship with her, yet this little boy, the one she'd known for a two and a half weeks, had defeated all of her exes. Because he Loved her.