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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 21:59:31 GMT
"Of course"
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:02:37 GMT
I hug him closely then look up at the stars.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:06:31 GMT
I hug her back and kiss the top of her head.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:08:34 GMT
I lie down on the grass so i can see the stars easily and smile at Ricky.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:10:30 GMT
I lie beside her and smile back.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:12:08 GMT
I place my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating as i watch the stars.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:13:01 GMT
I play with her hair and stare at the sky.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:15:44 GMT
I feel for his hand and lace my fingers with his. "What will happen to us all Ricky?" I sigh "How will this war end?"
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:17:05 GMT
"I honstly dont know Bella, but I know alot of people will die. Probably more people than necissary."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:18:39 GMT
"I don't want to die Ricky." I whisper softly.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:19:29 GMT
"You wont, I promise. I wont let you. Not while I'm still alive"
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:20:30 GMT
"I don't want you to die either." I say softly "I care about you far too much."
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:21:31 GMT
"Not as much as I care about you, Bella" I say just as softly.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:22:13 GMT
"That's impossible." I whisper.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:22:39 GMT
"Nothing is impossible"
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:23:38 GMT
I smile "How much do you care?" I whisper.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:24:26 GMT
"More than you can imagine."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:25:30 GMT
I smile and relax against his chest yawning slightly.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:26:02 GMT
"Tired?"
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:27:12 GMT
"Just a little bit." I reply and snuggle up to him trying to keep warm.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:28:32 GMT
I wrap my arms around Bella.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:30:00 GMT
I smile as he wraps his arms around me "Tell me a story Ricky." I sigh.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:30:20 GMT
"What kind of story?"
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:31:18 GMT
"Any kind of story." I smile "But it has to have a happy ending."
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:40:49 GMT
"Once upon a time there was a girl named Cinderella. She grew bored one day and decided that she wanted to fly. She read up on flying and it took her ten days to perfect her flying skills. One night, she jumped out the window and Cinderella flew threw the air, away from all things homey and familiar."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 22:42:32 GMT
I smile "Wow she can fly.....then what happens?" I grin.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 22:57:51 GMT
"When she landed she found herself in a ball. And in the ball she found herself impertinetaly sorrounded by pirates. There was Alf Mason, so ugly his mother sold him for a bottle of muscat. Bill Jukes, every inch of him tattooed. Mooler, who has his hands on backwards. And worst of them all, Hook, with his eyes as blue as forget-me-notts. Conderella wished that she hadnt worn her silkien ballet slippers for when she tried to run, the slippers were falling off her feet. "Girlie" Hook says holding up his hook towards her. "Hand over your slippers"
"Who be you to call me girlie and order me about?" she asked bravely. Hook brandished a Cutlass and Cinderella took a Rapier from one of the pirates. "Take that" She said swipping down on him but he blocks it with ease. "Commoner" starts Hook, "I give you one last chance. Hand over the slippers"
"No" Cinderella says firmly. Hook came at her but she parrys the swing. Then a boy came through the window, a broadsword at hand. Hook became distracted with the boy, forgetting about Cinderella. The boy has the upperhand in the battle and quickly gets Hook off his feet. He leaves him and grabs Cinderella. "Come on, before he gets up" she nods and he picks her up and flies off through the window. As he drops her off at her house and makes to leave but Cinderella stops him. "What is your name?" she asks
"Edward" He replies and flies off. Edwards comes and visits her everyonce in a while. And she lived happily ever after."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 23:01:26 GMT
I giggle at the story "I liked that, the best part was when Edward came." I smile and kiss his cheek.
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Post by Ricky Jamison on Apr 26, 2007 23:03:05 GMT
I laugh. "It helps to make up stories when you've seen so many"
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 26, 2007 23:04:07 GMT
I laugh "I really like you Ricky." I whisper.
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