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True Colors (My Date With Nick)
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Posted 08 September 2007 - 01:06 AM
Cliffy....... Oooh, Jimmy, Jealous? It seems that way, to me anyway, ;) Love it so far, awesome sunnstar! :thumbsup: Keep it up!
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Posted 08 September 2007 - 06:37 PM
Very cool idea for the intro btw!! Did I already say that? :blink:
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Posted 08 September 2007 - 08:05 PM
OMG!!! I love it!!! :o :wub: :kawaii: Write more really soon!
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 04:10 AM
I'm too lazy to copy and paste everything... thanks so much you guys!!
And no, Mara, I don't think you did. :P
And no, Mara, I don't think you did. :P
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 04:27 AM
too lazy? and us fans have to suffer for ur laziness??? lol really! I'm anxious to read next chapter! cliffies rule!! but when thay are not too long :P ^_^I'm too lazy to copy and paste everything...
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 04:34 AM
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!
Thanks, Andre!! Even though I posted Chapter III yesterday, I'll post Chapter IV now, cuz I wub you so much!! :wub:
Warning:: STUPID CHAPTER.
Chapter IV
While Jimmy was secretly jealin’ on Nick, Mrs. Dean was parking in front of Café Caribe. Cindy, slightly nervous, walked into the restaurant.
“Dean,” Nick told the head waiter confidently. The waiter led them to their table, looking so bored that Cindy almost laughed.
“So. . . anything look good to you?” Nick asked. It suddenly occurred to Cindy to wonder how many other girls Nick had brought to this very place.
“Um. . .” she scanned the menu. “I think I’ll have the fettuccini with pesto?” Nick repeated her order to the waiter when he came.
“So. . . Nick started talking about something that usually would have put her to sleep (it had something to do with skateboarding tricks, Cindy thought), but Cindy was too busy worrying about her appearance. She knew that in fifteen minutes something would happen, and she could only hope that it wouldn’t be too drastic and maybe, just maybe, Nick wouldn’t notice.
“Cindy, are you okay?” Nick looked at her oddly.
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine,” Cindy said, giggling nervously. “Oh look, here’s our food.”
It was 6:54.
For five more minutes, Cindy pretended to listen to Nick, who was telling her the advantages of bigger wheels on a skateboard.
“Wow, that’s, um, great!” she lied. Without quite knowing why she looked down, catching sight of her foot—the color was spreading!
Cindy accidentally-on-purpose dropped her fork.
“Omigosh!” she whispered. As the hour changed, a disgusting greenish color started to creep up and down her foot: it crawled from her toenails down her toes and up to her anklebone, as well as the entire bottom of her foot (the part that touched her shoe). Realizing that she had been under the table awfully long for someone who was supposed to be getting her fork, she popped back up.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nick repeated uncertainly.
“Um, will you excuse me for a minute?” Cindy hurried off to the bathroom.
Shutting herself in a stall, Cindy reexamined her ankle. The color had spread a few inches halfway up her knee, so she might as well have been wearing green—now red—boots.
In a desperate attempt to rid herself of red—green again—she blasted water into cupped hands. Until, of course, she realized her hand were slowly dying themselves green as well.
Cindy watched in horror as the color ran up her arm and stopped at her elbow. She hastily turned on the faucet again and scrubbed soap on her hands, but futilely: she had done nothing but succeed in making her palms shine more brightly. Cindy moaned miserably in spite of herself. A woman came out of the end stall and gave her a disturbed look.
“It’s, um, paint,” Cindy lied. Indeed, the “paint” turned silver. The woman’s eyes widened and Cindy rushed out of the restroom.
“I sort of had an allergic reaction to the pasta,” Cindy lied in response to Nick’s wide eyes.
She begged herself not to turn silver, and miraculously, she didn’t. Recalling that green symbolized vanity, Cindy guessed that she had remained that way because she was acting vainer than she was lying.
“I’ll—I’ll call my mom,” Nick promised. And in less than five minutes, Cindy was being led to the car. Mrs. Dean watched Cindy carefully as she climbed into the backseat.
“I—I had an allergic reaction. Oops, I dropped my purse.” Cindy dove under the seat, knowing that if he turned silver Nick’s mom would probably call the police. She focused on a thought, a vain thought, and came back up, green again, as she knew she would.
On the way home, Cindy struggled to high back tears, but Nick didn’t notice: he was determinedly avoiding Cindy’s gaze the entire time. Finally, after what seemed like hours, they arrived in front of her house.
“Thanks, Mrs. Dean,” Cindy choked out.
She walked up to her door, finger poised to ring the bell, when she had an idea. She pushed the wall next to the doorbell and, after a few seconds (during which she hoped Mrs. Dean would assume her mom had called “Coming!” or something of the sort), put one hand on the doorknob and waved the car on with the other. Mrs. Dean—was it Cindy’s imagination, or did she look almost. . . relieved?—drove out of sight, and Cindy ran across the street.
“Neutron?” Neutron pounded on the clubhouse door. “Neutron! Let me—ow!!”
She landed painfully on the laboratory floor.
Thanks, Andre!! Even though I posted Chapter III yesterday, I'll post Chapter IV now, cuz I wub you so much!! :wub:
Warning:: STUPID CHAPTER.
Chapter IV
While Jimmy was secretly jealin’ on Nick, Mrs. Dean was parking in front of Café Caribe. Cindy, slightly nervous, walked into the restaurant.
“Dean,” Nick told the head waiter confidently. The waiter led them to their table, looking so bored that Cindy almost laughed.
“So. . . anything look good to you?” Nick asked. It suddenly occurred to Cindy to wonder how many other girls Nick had brought to this very place.
“Um. . .” she scanned the menu. “I think I’ll have the fettuccini with pesto?” Nick repeated her order to the waiter when he came.
“So. . . Nick started talking about something that usually would have put her to sleep (it had something to do with skateboarding tricks, Cindy thought), but Cindy was too busy worrying about her appearance. She knew that in fifteen minutes something would happen, and she could only hope that it wouldn’t be too drastic and maybe, just maybe, Nick wouldn’t notice.
“Cindy, are you okay?” Nick looked at her oddly.
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine,” Cindy said, giggling nervously. “Oh look, here’s our food.”
It was 6:54.
For five more minutes, Cindy pretended to listen to Nick, who was telling her the advantages of bigger wheels on a skateboard.
“Wow, that’s, um, great!” she lied. Without quite knowing why she looked down, catching sight of her foot—the color was spreading!
Cindy accidentally-on-purpose dropped her fork.
“Omigosh!” she whispered. As the hour changed, a disgusting greenish color started to creep up and down her foot: it crawled from her toenails down her toes and up to her anklebone, as well as the entire bottom of her foot (the part that touched her shoe). Realizing that she had been under the table awfully long for someone who was supposed to be getting her fork, she popped back up.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nick repeated uncertainly.
“Um, will you excuse me for a minute?” Cindy hurried off to the bathroom.
Shutting herself in a stall, Cindy reexamined her ankle. The color had spread a few inches halfway up her knee, so she might as well have been wearing green—now red—boots.
In a desperate attempt to rid herself of red—green again—she blasted water into cupped hands. Until, of course, she realized her hand were slowly dying themselves green as well.
Cindy watched in horror as the color ran up her arm and stopped at her elbow. She hastily turned on the faucet again and scrubbed soap on her hands, but futilely: she had done nothing but succeed in making her palms shine more brightly. Cindy moaned miserably in spite of herself. A woman came out of the end stall and gave her a disturbed look.
“It’s, um, paint,” Cindy lied. Indeed, the “paint” turned silver. The woman’s eyes widened and Cindy rushed out of the restroom.
“I sort of had an allergic reaction to the pasta,” Cindy lied in response to Nick’s wide eyes.
She begged herself not to turn silver, and miraculously, she didn’t. Recalling that green symbolized vanity, Cindy guessed that she had remained that way because she was acting vainer than she was lying.
“I’ll—I’ll call my mom,” Nick promised. And in less than five minutes, Cindy was being led to the car. Mrs. Dean watched Cindy carefully as she climbed into the backseat.
“I—I had an allergic reaction. Oops, I dropped my purse.” Cindy dove under the seat, knowing that if he turned silver Nick’s mom would probably call the police. She focused on a thought, a vain thought, and came back up, green again, as she knew she would.
On the way home, Cindy struggled to high back tears, but Nick didn’t notice: he was determinedly avoiding Cindy’s gaze the entire time. Finally, after what seemed like hours, they arrived in front of her house.
“Thanks, Mrs. Dean,” Cindy choked out.
She walked up to her door, finger poised to ring the bell, when she had an idea. She pushed the wall next to the doorbell and, after a few seconds (during which she hoped Mrs. Dean would assume her mom had called “Coming!” or something of the sort), put one hand on the doorknob and waved the car on with the other. Mrs. Dean—was it Cindy’s imagination, or did she look almost. . . relieved?—drove out of sight, and Cindy ran across the street.
“Neutron?” Neutron pounded on the clubhouse door. “Neutron! Let me—ow!!”
She landed painfully on the laboratory floor.
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 04:38 PM
Ooh, you did an awesome job, Rachel!! ^_^ *squeal of happiness* I am SOOOO glad you posted it! I can't wait till the next chapter! :D
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 05:22 PM
psha! that was NOT a stupid chapter! it was marvelous!
and now the hard part of waiting for the next. <_<
and now the hard part of waiting for the next. <_<
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 05:41 PM
Ooh, you did an awesome job, Rachel!! ^_^ *squeal of happiness* I am SOOOO glad you posted it! I can't wait till the next chapter! :D
-@Chica: Thanks, Chica! :D
psha! that was NOT a stupid chapter! it was marvelous!
and now the hard part of waiting for the next. <_<
-@Cynthia_aurora24 (what was your name again?): Awww, thanks! That means a lot **mushy moment**
Yeah. Doesn't that suck for EVERY fic?
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 05:53 PM
it's Ashley. :)
yeah it does!
yeah it does!
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 06:24 PM
oh thank u!! I wub u too!! :D I should've rwad the chapter yesterday, but ....I didn't notice it, but I'm glad u posted it!!! it was fabulous! the suspence! oh I would've been relieved too if I was Mrs. Dean allergies are not like that! omg if I were Cindy I would've never come out of the bathroom...great chp Rachelinda! again can't wait for the next one! I love ur fics!!1!
Besitos,
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Besitos,
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 08:15 PM
-@Ashley (I'm too lazy to copy and paste everything): Hi Ashley!!
=D
-@Andrea: Wubfest! :wub: :bff: Thanks!!
Rachelinda...... I like it!! Thanks a million again!!
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-@Andrea: Wubfest! :wub: :bff: Thanks!!
Rachelinda...... I like it!! Thanks a million again!!
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Posted 09 September 2007 - 10:57 PM
Raaaaachel,
Only you could POSSIBLY get me interested in a JxC fic. ONLY YOU. I hope you're proud. --pout--
But I love the plotline. It's amazingly original and it's just really fun. A human mood ring? Dayum, I wish I'd thought of that. XD
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Only you could POSSIBLY get me interested in a JxC fic. ONLY YOU. I hope you're proud. --pout--
But I love the plotline. It's amazingly original and it's just really fun. A human mood ring? Dayum, I wish I'd thought of that. XD
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Posted 10 September 2007 - 01:38 AM
Hi there!
Your fanfic is coming along nicely Sunny.
-But that darn Cindy, going out with Nick! :o
-Or did she do it just to make Jimmy jealous? For he sure was.
I only just found out you're Rachel. I think.
Snazzo
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Your fanfic is coming along nicely Sunny.
-But that darn Cindy, going out with Nick! :o
-Or did she do it just to make Jimmy jealous? For he sure was.
I only just found out you're Rachel. I think.
Snazzo
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Posted 10 September 2007 - 01:47 AM
Raaaaachel,
Only you could POSSIBLY get me interested in a JxC fic. ONLY YOU. I hope you're proud. --pout--
But I love the plotline. It's amazingly original and it's just really fun. A human mood ring? Dayum, I wish I'd thought of that. XD
.:!Gwen!:.
-@Gwen: OMG, Gwen, you do NOT KNOW how widely I smiled when I read that. SERIOUSLY.
Thanks sooooooooooooooooooooo much!! I AM proud, to hear that coming from yooz!
Thanks!! It actually isn't 100% original, there was a fic on Nick.com that turned her whole hair colored and then started falling out. But I wasn't thinking of that when I wrote it, I promise :D
Hi there!
Your fanfic is coming along nicely Sunny.
-But that darn Cindy, going out with Nick! :o
-Or did she do it just to make Jimmy jealous? For he sure was.
I only just found out you're Rachel. I think.
Snazzo
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-@Snazzo: Thanks, Snazz!
I know, isn't it TERRIBLE? ^_^ :P
Wow. LOL.
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Posted 10 September 2007 - 05:09 AM
GREAT STORYLINE! Keep it up!
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Posted 10 September 2007 - 08:58 PM
oooo, this is getting good! I love it!
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Posted 11 September 2007 - 12:13 AM
Thanks a lot, you two!
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Posted 12 September 2007 - 04:32 AM
MOOOOORRRRREEEEE!!!!
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Best storyline EVER!
Ms. Fowl: Besides TOSOT. Do I really have to say that every time?
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:kawaii: <3
Best storyline EVER!
Ms. Fowl: Besides TOSOT. Do I really have to say that every time?
:lol:
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