Little Moments 7
Chapter 7: "Dante"
The group was gathered in the dining room, save for Jessica, who was god knows where. Jackie rested her head on Gunther's rigid shoulder, eyes shut. "so.." Kendal offered "So?" Kick grunted. "What do we do now?" Kick stood up from the mesa, tabla and walked down the hall, continuing to talk. "We should..." his voice carried off in the distance. Meanwhile Jessica was waking up from her 10:30 snooze, waddling down the grand staircase, she caught Kick off guard. Their chests slammed together, he felt her breath hitch in her throat, making her breathing shallow. She didn't want to look him in the eyes after the night before. The duo smelled of gasoline and burnt rubber, it lingered on her over-sized tee that just covered her butt. "so? What now?" he raised an eye brow, slamming their hips together in an attempt to get closer to her half-naked body. She sighed reluctantly. Hands on his chest, she wanted to fall into him, but realized what it would cost. She pushed herself off, his hands wrapped around her curvy waistline. "What's the matter?" he brushed a lock of auburn hair out of her ivory face. The brunette just turned away, leaving him awestruck, and heartbroken.
Jessica sipped silently on her coffee, watching the news, thinking about how old she felt. "I've got it!" Scarlet bellowed, making Jess drop her coffee. "Let's go see a movie!" "YAWN!" Kick made a fanning motion in front of his mouth. "what else are we doing today?" Jessica looked around at the pitiful sight "nothing, nobody looks very rambunctious." kick caught Jessicas eyes, he winked as she turned away, distastefully.
Jessica sat in the very back of the theatre, as far away from Kick as possible. dicho male was presently sitting in the very front row of seats along with Gunther. She sat, arms crossed watching the commercials. A thick essence of McGraw cologne floated through the air. She sighed and looked around to find a tall, muscular male, his brown hair hung in his chisel face. He smiled and dicho to her "This asiento taken?" she adjusted herself in the uncomfortable chair. " Not at all." she thought it was odd that he chose to sit siguiente to her of all the el espacio in the theatre, though, she really didn't mind it. She scanned his incredibly fit body, his dark wash jeans that sagged a small bit, mostrando his deep red boxers. His camisa, camiseta outlined his six-pack abbs, lose enough to tease the female mind. His arms were adorned with scars, "Tough guy? HOT!!" she thought alone. He took his asiento to the right of her. She sat up, tall. He had her beat por about four inches. The mystery god outstretched his calloused hand. "Dante." she watched him. Smiling slyly. Shaking his hand, her corazón skipped a beat. "Sexy name." her naughty thoughts were overreacting.
Chapter 7: "Dante"
The group was gathered in the dining room, save for Jessica, who was god knows where. Jackie rested her head on Gunther's rigid shoulder, eyes shut. "so.." Kendal offered "So?" Kick grunted. "What do we do now?" Kick stood up from the mesa, tabla and walked down the hall, continuing to talk. "We should..." his voice carried off in the distance. Meanwhile Jessica was waking up from her 10:30 snooze, waddling down the grand staircase, she caught Kick off guard. Their chests slammed together, he felt her breath hitch in her throat, making her breathing shallow. She didn't want to look him in the eyes after the night before. The duo smelled of gasoline and burnt rubber, it lingered on her over-sized tee that just covered her butt. "so? What now?" he raised an eye brow, slamming their hips together in an attempt to get closer to her half-naked body. She sighed reluctantly. Hands on his chest, she wanted to fall into him, but realized what it would cost. She pushed herself off, his hands wrapped around her curvy waistline. "What's the matter?" he brushed a lock of auburn hair out of her ivory face. The brunette just turned away, leaving him awestruck, and heartbroken.
Jessica sipped silently on her coffee, watching the news, thinking about how old she felt. "I've got it!" Scarlet bellowed, making Jess drop her coffee. "Let's go see a movie!" "YAWN!" Kick made a fanning motion in front of his mouth. "what else are we doing today?" Jessica looked around at the pitiful sight "nothing, nobody looks very rambunctious." kick caught Jessicas eyes, he winked as she turned away, distastefully.
Jessica sat in the very back of the theatre, as far away from Kick as possible. dicho male was presently sitting in the very front row of seats along with Gunther. She sat, arms crossed watching the commercials. A thick essence of McGraw cologne floated through the air. She sighed and looked around to find a tall, muscular male, his brown hair hung in his chisel face. He smiled and dicho to her "This asiento taken?" she adjusted herself in the uncomfortable chair. " Not at all." she thought it was odd that he chose to sit siguiente to her of all the el espacio in the theatre, though, she really didn't mind it. She scanned his incredibly fit body, his dark wash jeans that sagged a small bit, mostrando his deep red boxers. His camisa, camiseta outlined his six-pack abbs, lose enough to tease the female mind. His arms were adorned with scars, "Tough guy? HOT!!" she thought alone. He took his asiento to the right of her. She sat up, tall. He had her beat por about four inches. The mystery god outstretched his calloused hand. "Dante." she watched him. Smiling slyly. Shaking his hand, her corazón skipped a beat. "Sexy name." her naughty thoughts were overreacting.
Chapter 6 : Monster mermelada Menace
The roar was overwhelming, the smell, overpowering, just hearing the trucks gave her the chills. She smoothed her hand up her ganso bumped arms. She looked down to find Kendal, kicked back in her chair, reading. She shrugged and threw her arms in the air with a bellow. Kick nudged her ribcage " T-shirt cannon!" she turned back to the crowd, hands waving. "kick!" he looked down at her evil face. " put me on your shoulders!" he hoisted her up, surprisingly light. "I want that shirt!!!!" she wailed and went overboard, she pulled up her camisa, camiseta to reveal her bare chest. Kick was oblivious, that is, until he looked at the monitor.
Jessica marched in the parking lot, happy with her free tee, and autographs above each breast. "You're too much fun." Gunther rubbed the back of his head.
The roar was overwhelming, the smell, overpowering, just hearing the trucks gave her the chills. She smoothed her hand up her ganso bumped arms. She looked down to find Kendal, kicked back in her chair, reading. She shrugged and threw her arms in the air with a bellow. Kick nudged her ribcage " T-shirt cannon!" she turned back to the crowd, hands waving. "kick!" he looked down at her evil face. " put me on your shoulders!" he hoisted her up, surprisingly light. "I want that shirt!!!!" she wailed and went overboard, she pulled up her camisa, camiseta to reveal her bare chest. Kick was oblivious, that is, until he looked at the monitor.
Jessica marched in the parking lot, happy with her free tee, and autographs above each breast. "You're too much fun." Gunther rubbed the back of his head.
3 DAYS LATER...
"Welcome home, Gunther." Suprisingly, he slowly got out of the car. His parents were waiting for him.
"Why are tu so sad?"Helga and Magnuson asked in unison.
"Kick....... Kick... Died." They looked at him in horror. Helga passed out.
Denise ran out of the house crying, and Harold came out with a depressed look on his face.
Morgana started crying a little too.
While carrying Kick, she dicho "I can see tu heard about the sad news. I found Kick and Gunther in a tent on the side of a road. Kick was knocked out. Not even Gunther knows how o why this happened."
This made Denise cry even harder.
"I can't believe that........." She was so upset and shocked she couldn't even finish a whole sentence.
"We're gonna have a funeral. This Sunday. tu better not be late o I'll be late to your funeral." Denise dicho with a serious voice, still crying. Gunther was still crying after 30 minutes. He was that upset about losing his best friend.
"Welcome home, Gunther." Suprisingly, he slowly got out of the car. His parents were waiting for him.
"Why are tu so sad?"Helga and Magnuson asked in unison.
"Kick....... Kick... Died." They looked at him in horror. Helga passed out.
Denise ran out of the house crying, and Harold came out with a depressed look on his face.
Morgana started crying a little too.
While carrying Kick, she dicho "I can see tu heard about the sad news. I found Kick and Gunther in a tent on the side of a road. Kick was knocked out. Not even Gunther knows how o why this happened."
This made Denise cry even harder.
"I can't believe that........." She was so upset and shocked she couldn't even finish a whole sentence.
"We're gonna have a funeral. This Sunday. tu better not be late o I'll be late to your funeral." Denise dicho with a serious voice, still crying. Gunther was still crying after 30 minutes. He was that upset about losing his best friend.
"Come on, Gunther............. Gunther? Well, he usually gets tired a few hours after he wakes up......."
"zzz.....zzz..." Gunther fell asleep.
Kick was having a very hard time dragging Gunther. When he got to Food'n'Fix, he dropped Gunther onto the ground.
"What's up, danger dude? What happened to the wing man?"
"He's taking a nap.... Listen, I know who robbed you."
"Who?"
"Gunther..." Wade started laughing.
"I expected that from him...." Kick had confused look on his face.
"We got más Cheetah Chug....... Where did it all go?" Gunther burped loudly, with a bunch of opened cans of Cheetah Chug siguiente to him.
"Gunther...." Kick scolded.
"Sorry..."
"zzz.....zzz..." Gunther fell asleep.
Kick was having a very hard time dragging Gunther. When he got to Food'n'Fix, he dropped Gunther onto the ground.
"What's up, danger dude? What happened to the wing man?"
"He's taking a nap.... Listen, I know who robbed you."
"Who?"
"Gunther..." Wade started laughing.
"I expected that from him...." Kick had confused look on his face.
"We got más Cheetah Chug....... Where did it all go?" Gunther burped loudly, with a bunch of opened cans of Cheetah Chug siguiente to him.
"Gunther...." Kick scolded.
"Sorry..."
Gunther didn't know that what he was doing was wrong at the time. He got suited up for operation Cheetah Chug. So nobody recognized him, he didn't bring any crutches. He went inside of Food'n'Fix, literally being as quiet as a mouse. He had a gigantic bag with him. He took ALL of the Cheetah Chug, and put it in to a bag. Gunther wanted to yell woohoo, but thought if he did, Wade would recognize Gunther's voice. He picked up the bag and darted out of Food'n'Fix.
When Gunther knew he was far from Food'n'Fix, he yelled "WOOHOO!"
When Gunther knew he was far from Food'n'Fix, he yelled "WOOHOO!"