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Post by meg_cahill21 on Apr 27, 2011 15:45:01 GMT -5
CT11 whatever... hahahahahaha... i would beg to differ, but i dont wanna get thrown outta the game like poor Lucic did last night, and CP: watch it.....
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Apr 27, 2011 15:56:18 GMT -5
Meg: your comments always make me laugh!lol
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Apr 27, 2011 17:02:24 GMT -5
CP: good to know... whats so funny about them??? cuz they r always like threatening u...
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Apr 27, 2011 17:05:11 GMT -5
hahahahahaha I know... there just funny!lol Sorry, I laugh at everything... my sister says something and I just start laughing... so yeah.. they're just funny!haha
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 27, 2011 21:28:53 GMT -5
only a few more posts left! i hope you enjoy this one...
After a long, hot day of strolling around the festival, Damian and I retired to the soccer tent once again. It was just starting to get dark, and some dim lights were turned on around the tents. Right in the middle of searching for a ManU jersey with Damian (“Woohoo, Rooney!” he shouted as he found a Wayne Rooney jersey), I heard the instrumental tune again. I started tapping my foot in time with the music, which was audible even over the noise. Damian turned and saw me tapping my foot and nodding my head in time and asked, “What are you doing?” “What?” I asked. “You don’t hear that?” “Hear what?” “The music!” “No.” I rolled my eyes. Grabbing his hand and throwing down his jersey (he looked back at it with longing), I dragged him out of the tent and toward the sound of the music. It was more confusing in the dark to find the dance floor and stage than it had been that afternoon, but I was led by my ears, which no longer strained to hear the guitar and drums and whistles playing. We broke into an opening in the crowd and watched the hypnotic dance ensue. The instrumentalists were mostly the same from that afternoon, and they looked to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. “This music,” I said as we came to a halt. My eyes followed two particularly graceful, peppy dancers around the floor, and a wide smile stretched across my face as I imagined us doing the same, Damian holding me close, our bodies moving in time to the music… As if reading my thoughts, Damian took my hand, and he was tugging me through the crowd now as we made our way to the center of the dance floor. “Where are we going?!” I yelled excitedly. His only response was to turn and flash me a quick smile before continuing forward. We came to a stop near the middle, and he turned and took both my hands. “Just as fair warning, I’m a terrible dancer,” Damian told me, his lips at my ear. “I know,” I laughed, “I’ve seen the Celtic Thunder DVDs.” He rolled his eyes. “Ready?” he asked me, putting his hand on my waist and drawing me nearer. “I thought you’d never ask!” I put my left hand on his shoulder as he held my right one in his, and we began to dance hesitantly. After a minute, though, Damian must have gotten some pep in his step, for he pulled me closer and we twirled around faster, people and faces becoming a blur. Our feet sped to keep with the beat of the music, rising and falling in a wild pattern, and despite the people on the dance floor, nobody seemed to touch us. Faster and more intricately we danced, until the final notes of the song played. For those last few bars of the song, we just spun, laughing and looking up at the stars in each other’s’ arms. When the next song slowed down, so did our dance, and we stood on the dance floor, swaying calmly and gracefully. It was the perfect ending to the most perfect of days.
so, kinda predictable, kinda cheesy, kinda short, but hey, its my update, deal with it! anywhoooo, you know the drill, reply and comment! i love it when you do! thanks for reading!
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Post by DaughterofOphelia on Apr 27, 2011 21:34:03 GMT -5
I love it! I think another update is going to be ordered soon by all of us! I absolutely love this story!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Apr 27, 2011 21:44:13 GMT -5
I love the update!!!!!! Update again soon please!!!!!
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 27, 2011 22:14:50 GMT -5
as anxious i am to start my new series, im equally sad to finish up my first one. at last count, i believe that i have 3 updates left! since the last update was a little short, i figured i'd give you guys another update tonight. and, more importantly, i FINALLY finished writing this story out on a Word document, which means i can post the rest of the updates by the end of the week! well anyway, without further ado, here goes...
Chapter 25
Breathing heavily and stumbling, we eventually found our way out of the dance floor, laughing hysterically and holding each other upright before one of us tripped over something in the dark. “That…that was just-” I began. “Yeah, I know!” Damian agreed. When I caught my breath again, I said, “I thought you said you couldn’t dance!” “That?” he said with raised eyebrows and a shrug. “That was nothin’. That’s just skipping and spinning around ‘til you get tired, that’s not dancin’!” We laughed, but continued walking on hand-in-hand. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps clunking in our direction, as if someone was following us – chasing us. For a split second, Damian and I just looked at each other, and then we both turned. The unknown pursuit scared me, but I was glad to have Damian there next to me. “Damian! Abby!” said Ryan, a few feet from us. So he was the one following us! But why…? “Geez, you scared me!” I said. “Well, sorry,” Ryan said, “But I figured you’d want to know that you’re Mom’s here, Damian.” “What?!” Damian cried alarmingly. It felt like I had ice injected into my veins, the terror gripped me so hard. He wrapped his one arm around me as his head whipped around, looking for her. “That’s what I tried to tell you at lunch,” Ryan said curtly. “When you said she didn’t know you were h-” “Where did you see her?” Damian cut him off. “I don’t know,” he replied, “It was a while ago…” I heaved a sigh, not of relief, but of stress. “Alright, thanks, Ryan.” To Damian I said, “We’d better go.” We were gone in a flash, scurrying around the nearest booth. My senses were all alert, and we were both on full-scale lookout mode until the “danger” had passed. If Damian’s mom found out about us now… well, let’s just say that it would be less than desirable. “What do we do?” Damian asked urgently. The answer seemed simple enough to me. “We leave.” “Right now?” “Would you rather have your mom find out?” “Good point,” he conceded. “C’mon, my car’s this way.” It must have taken us a good twenty minutes just to find the parking lot. The temporary fear gripping my stomach relaxed, and I could once again enjoy my alone time with Damian. Except for the fact that we weren’t alone. I almost immediately knew something was going to happen as I saw headlights flash in the row next to the one in which we were walking. Damian confirmed my thought with a gasp. “It’s her!” I watched in anticipation as Damian’s mother turned the car directly down our row, headed straight for us. “Quick!” I yelled, and I ducked agilely in between two cars, out of sight. Within seconds, Damian was dropping down next to me. The car slowed down as it passed our hiding spot, and I hoped and prayed with all my might that we would not be seen. Mercifully, the car slowly moved on. I tried to calm my nerves, but the recent scare did nothing to help. To have come this far and stayed this long, just to be discovered… “Is it clear?” I whispered loudly. “We’re good,” was Damian’s answer, an undisguised smile in his voice. We stood and brushed ourselves off, surveying our surroundings. The carnival music was now faint, and we could faintly see the light from far away. With a shrug of his shoulders, Damian grabbed my hand, and we turned away to continue the night that was ours.
aaahhh, two more posts! im definitely gonna cry when this story is over. i think it has an ending youll all approve of! anyway, in the meantime, reply and comment and reply and comment and reply and comment!
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Post by celticbear on Apr 27, 2011 23:26:29 GMT -5
Love the dancing scene! Held my breath during the last Update! THAT WAS A CLOSE CALL OUR LOVE-BIRDS JUST HAD! THANK GOD RYAN WARNED THEM! UPDATE SOON! PLEASE!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Apr 28, 2011 16:30:32 GMT -5
wow.... update soon!!!!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Apr 28, 2011 16:57:24 GMT -5
I loved it! update soon!
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Post by celticthunder1510 on Apr 28, 2011 17:11:17 GMT -5
That was WICKED! Loved it!
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Post by DaughterofOphelia on Apr 28, 2011 18:16:31 GMT -5
Wow! Please update soon!
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 28, 2011 22:09:01 GMT -5
almost over....Chapter 26 Well, this was it. My mental countdown was finally at an end, as was my time with Damian. Saying goodbye to Ireland would be hard enough, but saying goodbye to Damian would be impossible. When I awoke that morning, I looked around Keith’s house with an all-new sense of gratitude. The cluttered kitchen, the messy living room, the Guinness-filled fridge, and even the shabby couch held an all-new meaning for me. For all the times I groaned about not having adequate sleep on that uncomfortable couch, I never would have guessed I would gaze so fondly upon it now. I sluggishly packed away all my things that morning, as if the lackadaisical pace would delay my departure. Folding my one dress I brought, my beautiful red dress, my mind lingered on the memories it held for me – my romantic dinner-for-two with Damian a few nights ago. It almost seemed like a dream… Alas, the time had come as I heard Damian’s car pull up in the driveway. Keith went to open the door as I stood rigid in the living room. “Hey, Damo,” said Keith with false cheer. Damian just rumpled his hair and walked in silently. He turned in my direction, and I saw all the sadness in my eyes echoed in his. “We should probably get goin’,” he said lowly to me. I nodded. “Yeah, alright.” The three of us together threw all my luggage into his car. I watched with a heavy heart as my last bag was tossed into the trunk. It slammed shut with a definite bang. Staring at the house, the final realization of what was happening struck me. I was going back home, possibly never to return. Numbly, I walked stiffly over to Keith to say goodbye. “See ya, Abby,” he said first as he stooped down to give me a hug. “Thank you so much, Keith,” I said sincerely. “Believe it or not, I’m really gonna miss you, too.” He laughed a high chuckle and released me. “Don’t be gettin’ all gloomy now, we’ll be seein’ ya soon enough!” Again with the optimism… With a thankful nod in Keith’s direction, Damian led me to his car with one arm around me waist. As we pulled away and drove down the street, I spared one last glance at Keith’s house; it soon faded away. Our silence stretched into minutes. While no words passed between us, touching gestures, like Damian holding my hand or me stroking his arm, did. There were simply no words. I had a serious sense of déjà vu as we walked into the airport. It seemed like our every meeting ended in an airport, and it never ended well. My grief at being separated yet again was more than each previous time combined. My heart felt as if it would explode, and my eyes longed to release the tears pent up behind them. Time flew. Even though it had been nearly an hour since we left Keith’s house, the final boarding call for my flight had just been announced. We still had yet to speak to each other that morning. Standing, realizing our separation would begin as soon as I walked through the terminal gates, I began to say my goodbyes, but no words came. “Mala,” Damian said lowly. “You know I love you.” “And you know I don’t wanna leave,” I whispered. “I’d do anything to stay.” “I know.” Our last embrace was long, slow, and full of emotions that neither of us knew how to express. I wanted to put a lot of unsaid things into that last kiss, but I know that Damian knew exactly what I wanted to say. The oncoming terror of facing my parents, the sadness at leaving such a beautiful place, the long weeks without Damian … were nothing compared to this single, agonizing moment. I finally pulled apart with a murmured, “I have to go.” I took a few steps, then turned around for one last look, at what I’d be leaving behind. “I love you,” Damian said to me. “I love you, too,” I said. And with those final words, I turned and left Ireland with the determination that I would come again soon. one more post! ill update tomorrow! but reply and comment, like you always do.... and we'll finish this series in STYLE!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Apr 28, 2011 22:14:29 GMT -5
That was soooooo good!!!!!! I loved it!!!!!!
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