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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2012 22:05:30 GMT -5
So, this is my first story EVER! Hope you enjoy! And I don't even know if anyone's gonna read this, so I may not continue... Chapter 0 (Intro) I'm just an ordinary girl. 16 years old. But that one day, my life changed forever. Now, i've been obsessed with Damian McGinty ever since I first heard him talk on The Glee Project. His voice and accent made me grin, and I rooted for him until the very end, where I was going to cry until it was announced that he had also won. Since The Glee Project, i've listened to his old group, Celtic Thunder, and grown to love them as well. My friends think i'm crazy, obsessed with some guy who they can't even understand a word he says. They just don't understand. Now about me, I am just a normal girl. I've never been skinny like all of my friends, I have curves. I have hair that does not do anything I want it to, and I have just a normal, fun, and at times stressful life. Anyway, I watch Glee every week, and chuckle at Damian's character Rory all the time. It's been my dream to meet him, but I know that realistically, it's never gonna happen. Or so I thought. Even now, I cannot believe what happened to me.
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Post by celticbear on Feb 6, 2012 1:05:19 GMT -5
Rose! Welcome to Nox! I like your intro. I would love for you to continue!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2012 20:14:19 GMT -5
Here's chapter two...i'm hoping i have time to continue in the next couple days, or ch three may not be up for a little bit longer. (: Chapter 1 It was a normal day for me. I woke up at seven, headed to school, and somehow managed to survive my two hardest classes of the day. Of course, it helps when you have an iPod filled with songs and videos of the guy you've liked... Anyway, I was in my third class of the day, talking with my friend who is also a huge Glee fan. We couldn't wait for the next episode; I talked about wanting to see Rory, she talked about wanting to see Sam, her favorite character. We discussed what was going to happen with whom, and talked so loud (apparently) that our teacher chewed us out in front of everyone. So we compensated by passing notes. Me: "HE IS SO CUTE!" Her: "Sam's the best." Me: "I swear to god, one day we will meet Damian and Chord...at least I hope so..." Her: "I love Chorddddd! " I didn't get to reply because our teacher stalked over and asked what we were doing. Luckily I hid the paper just in time. The bell rang, and the rest of the day went by in a blur. After tennis practice, I was walking home listening to music. "The Island" (sung by Keith) has been stuck in my head for about a week, and whenever I feel stressed or annoyed or mad I blast it in my ears. It was a pretty tough day at practice, so I had it on repeat. So, I was walking, and you know how you get that feeling that you are being watched? Yea, that happened. I stopped, and turned around, but no one was there. I kept walking, and stopped at this driveway where the garage door has a mirror on it to pretend to look at myself. Really though, I was looking around, because that feeling just creeps me out. As I was looking in the mirror, I saw someone sitting on the floor of the garage inside. I blushed and made a move to turn away, because, well, how lame is that? Getting caught staring at yourself (I assume that's what it looked like) in a driveway. As I turned to go, I saw the person shaking their head furiously. I paused, and looked back. I remember thinking that I HAD to be dreaming, because as the person turned around, he was a dead ringer for Damian McGinty. It was so weird, and his looks made me blush even harder. I could not believe that some stranger who happened to look like my celebrity crush saw me being such...a....girl. I am so NOT a girly girl, and if I appear that way to anyone, it annoys me to no end. As I turned back to the door, my face burning up, I actually really looked at this kid. "Oh My GOD!" I thought, "His hands are tied." As of this point I was confused, worried, and a little scared. I mean, the looks this guy was giving me didn't seem like he was messing around. He pleaded with his eyes to me. I wasn't sure if he was playing some stupid game with some friends, or what. Honestly, if this kid had been some random person, I may have left. But he looked so similar to Damian it was freaky. I decided to help him out, and if he were screwing with me, well, it would not be pretty. The first thing I did was try the garage door (because I’m not one of those dummies in the movies that try and break down the door when it's unlocked already) and, unfortunately, it was locked. I looked around, and saw another door, closer to the main door of the house. I dropped my sports bag on the ground, and crept over to the door. I grabbed the knob slowly, and held my breath as I tried to turn it. It slowly turned, and I smirked to myself, glad I did something right. The door creaked as I held onto it, and I was hoping that no one heard. “Is anyone home?” I mouthed to the D.D. (Damian Doppelganger.) He nodded, and mouthed “one” back to me. I swore under my breath. This would have been a heck of a lot easier had no one been there. As it was, I was sweating bullets, and that was before I knew that someone was home. I stuck my head in the door, and almost laughed out loud. There was a guy that looked to be about 250 pounds and 6 feet tall fast asleep in a chair, like in one of those silly cop and robber movies. Then I caught a glimpse of the gun in his hand, and gulped. This was no movie. I walked slowly towards the corner of the room where the D.D. was sitting, and kept in the shadows, barely daring to breathe. As I reached him, I saw he couldn’t walk because his feet were tied together. I leaned down carefully, and painstakingly untied the huge knot. Once his legs were free, and he wiggled them around a bit, I motioned to the door. He nodded. We made our way to the door, shut it quietly, and just BOOKED it out of there. And I mean RAN. Once around the corner, I motioned to my house, and put my key in the door. I walked to my room, calling out to my parents that I had a friend over to work on a project, and once inside my room we collapsed on the floor. The D.D. looked at me, and let out a sigh of relief. “I can’t thank you enough,” he said, his Irish accent obvious with the first word, “my name’s Damian McGinty.” And with that, my jaw dropped to the floor.
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Post by celticbear on Feb 7, 2012 21:51:47 GMT -5
Holy Shamrocks! Rose, Your Female Lead, just rescued the REAL DAMO! YOU REALLY HAVE TO KEEP GOING NOW!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2012 20:15:09 GMT -5
ugh so my laptop broke, and it needs to be sent away for repairs. I hope i can get one more chapter after this one in before i send it away for a while. Anyway, here's chapter two!
Chapter 2 “I guess you know who I am,” Damian said, motioning to my posters of him on the wall. “Um...yea” I managed to stammer out. I looked down, embarrassed. “UGH!” I thought to myself. “Pull it together! Here I am, in the same room as Damian FREAKING McGinty, who I’ve wanted to meet for years, and who I just saved from god knows what, and all I can say is “um, yea?” “So,” I said...trailing off. “I bet you’re wondering how I got here,” He said. “Just a little bit,” I replied, “I mean, aren’t you supposed to be in L.A., filming Glee?” “Wait! We aren’t in L.A.?” He half shouted. “Um, nooo, this is San Francisco...and-“ “OH MY GOD!” I was cut off by Damian, who squeezed his eyes shut and put his head in his hands. “Are you serious?” He demanded. “Well, I am pretty sure this is San Francisco, seeing as I’ve lived here my whole life...” I said sarcastically, annoyed that we seemed to be going around in circles. There was no reply, and I could see his brain processing this information as he took long, deep breaths. “What happened to you anyway?” I asked, curious. Damian didn’t respond right away, and I waited. And waited. I cleared my throat, and he got the message. “So I was just finishing up work on the set,” he began, “and I called a cab to take me home. It was pretty late, around 12:30 or 1:00 in the morning. I got in the cab, but I noticed that the guy was going in the wrong direction to myself and Cameron’s place. I said to him that I thought we were headed in the wrong direction, but he ignored me. I figured that he just hadn’t heard me, so I said it again, louder.” Damian paused here to cough. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Do you want anything? Water, some food?” “No,” he said smiling at me, “I’m okay now. Anyway, the guy told me that he heard me the first time, and that we were going on a shortcut. At this point I was so tired, and I shrugged it off. I woke up to the cabby shaking me, and I looked outside; I was home. I paid the guy, and just as I was about to leave, he pulled out a gun, and pointed it at me.” Here Damian paused, looking so uneasy that I wanted to help him. I thought it would creep him out to hug him, especially considering that he had just been held against his will, so I grabbed a huge teddy bear that I’ve had for a while, and offered to him. He took it with a grateful smile, and hugged it to his chest. I thought about how adorable he was, and under other circumstances, I would have been trying to take a picture. But then I once again realized the seriousness of the situation, and didn’t move an inch. “When you’re ready,” I said. “You don’t have to tell me if you can’t.” “Well, the least I can do is tell my savior how I came to need saving,” Damian said, trying to act normally, but I could tell he was shaken up. “So the guy pulled out his...gun, and said to me, ‘Now, I want you to go upstairs, and tell that little roomie of yours that you are going to visit some friends and that you’ll be back in a while. Don’t try any funny stuff, your apartment’s been bugged, and there are camera’s everywhere.’ I had no choice but to do what he said. So I walked upstairs, and told Cam that I was headed to my buddy’s house, and that I’d be back in a bit. He didn’t suspect anything, and I didn’t try to tip him off. I walked back downstairs, and told the guy that I did as he said. He went to the trunk, grabbed some rope, tied my hands together, and my feet, with just enough rope for me to walk, and pushed me into the back seat. I asked him what he wanted with me, but he ignored me. I asked again, and he said to shut up. By then I was tired and annoyed, so I asked him a third time. He turned around, and punched me in the head.” Damian paused here, as if only now realizing what had happened. “Ow,” he said, touching a spot on his head. “Let me look,” I requested, and he did. I could see the bump on his head. “I think it’ll be fine,” I told him. “You just need to get some ice on that, pronto. Be right back.” I hurried out of my room and into the kitchen, where I grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer. “I think I pulled something at practice,” I explained to my dad, who was staring at me with a question in his eyes. I walked back to my room, trying to appear normal. Here, I said, and handed the ice to Damian. He looked up at me, and I could see the gratitude in his piercing blue eyes. “Tha-““Don’t mention it,” I cut him off. “After the guy punched me,” he continued, “I remember him putting something over my nose, and I guess I lost consciousness then. The next thing I knew, I was in some garage. I assumed that I was in L.A., but I guess I was knocked out for a while, and we came all the way here. I was there for maybe two or three days, and earlier today I figured out how close I was to people, so I tried making noise whenever the guy guarding me fell asleep. You were the first one that heard me, thank goodness.” “Actually, I didn’t hear you,” I said, “I just got that feeling that someone was watching me, and stopped at that garage because it had a mirror. I wanted to check around behind me without being too obvious.” “Well, I sure am lucky that you did,” said Damian. He just smiled at me, and I smiled back. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by my door opening.
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Post by celticbear on Feb 9, 2012 23:42:31 GMT -5
Rose! Poor Damo! Thank goodness your female lead was there to rescue him! Now of course if Damo was still in CT this would never have happened in the first place! SHARON IS VERY PROTECTIVE OF THE LADS! I wonder who opened the bedroom door. LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Feb 10, 2012 7:39:23 GMT -5
cant wait for more!!!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Feb 10, 2012 10:08:48 GMT -5
This is really interesting. Please update when you get the chance.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Feb 10, 2012 16:21:57 GMT -5
Wow... creepishly awesome... I like creepy ;D update? Sorry bout your laptop :/
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2012 10:30:32 GMT -5
Just to clarify, i purposefully left the names of the main character and her family members out of the story. That way "I" can be anyone you want-including yourself! Anyway, heres the last chapter for a bit...I am so annoyed at my laptop. I'm hoping i can get it back within a couple weeks...I hope this chapter can tide you over! Chapter 3 “Dinner-OH!” My mom said, her eyes opening wide. “Um, can I talk to you for a second?” She asked me. “Sure,” I said. “Hey mom, can my...um...friend...stay for dinner?” “If he wants to,” she said smiling at Damian. But because she’s my mom, I could tell that something was the matter...her smile was off. “Go right ahead young man, the dining room is down the hallway.” “Thank you ma’am,” he smiled, “my name is Damian.” “Nice to meet you,” said my mom. “Now hurry along, you can wash up in the bathroom. I just need to talk to my daughter for a second.” She called down the hall to my father, telling him that we had a guest for dinner. As Damian walked out of my room, she turned to me. “Why is Damian McGinty, the guy on your posters, in your bedroom?” “Oh, so you recognized him,” I said. “How could I not recognize the boy my daughter has been in love with for a year?” She said. “MOM!” I whisper-shouted. “He’s in the next room!” She grinned. “Really though, how did you manage to bring this boy home? Did you take a picture with him at a meet and greet or something, and use your charm and good looks to bag him?” See, that’s what I love about my mom; she jokes around a lot. This time though, I didn’t really appreciate it. “Actually, mom,” I hissed. “I was walking home from practice, I saw him tied up in a garage, and I saved him from who knows what.” She gaped at me. “WHAT?” She said in disbelief. “So are you saying that he was kidnaped?” “That’s exactly what I’m saying mom.” I replied. “Long story short, he was headed to his place in L.A., when his cabbie held a gun to his head and knocked him out. He woke up in the garage I found him in later, and was stuck there for three days until just this afternoon, when I happened to notice him, and somehow managed to get him out.” “OH MY GOD,” she said. “Is he okay?” “Yea,” I said, “except for a bump on his head, which I got ice for already, he seems to be fine. Obviously he’s a little shaken up though.” “Well,” said my mom, “we can decide what we do after dinner. Come on, I’ll tip off your dad so that no awkward conversations come up. I want this poor boy to feel like he is at home here.” “Thanks mom!” I hugged her. “You’re the best.” And with that we walked out of the room. Once we got to the dining room, my mom motioned my father out of the room. “You two can go ahead and get started on the food,” she said. “Thanks mom,” I replied. My parents left, and Damian and I were alone in the room together. He looked at me. “Did you-” he started. “Tell her?” I asked, “Yea. She’s worried about you, and wants you to feel safe here.” He sighed and relaxed a bit into his chair. “That’s nice to hear. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t have found me.” He said that last bit almost under his breath, but I heard him. “It’s okay,” I told him. “I DID find you, and you’re okay now.” Damian half-smiled at me. “I honestly cannot do anything to thank you enough.” He told me. “It’s fine,” I said. “Meeting you is reward enough.” With that he blushed, and I think I did a little too. Finally my parents came into the room. They looked at Damian, and I looked at them, waiting to see what they would do. My mother looked at my father, who looked directly at Damian. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need, son,” he said. “We have an air mattress we can put in your room for Damian, okay?” He asked me. “Sure dad, that’s cool” I answered. Damian looked at the three of us, his gratitude reflected in his whole face, and his eyes started to tear up. He looked down. “I-I don’t know what I can do to repay you, thank you so much sir,” Damian said to my dad. “And ma’am,” he nodded to my mother. “Don’t mention it,” they said together. “Now, let’s eat guys.” I laughed, glad things seemed somewhat normal. Well, as normal as things can get with a kidnaped celebrity in the room. Just as we finished up dinner, my little brother walked in the room. “Oooh, who are you?” He said to Damian. “Is he your BOOOYfriend?” He said to me. “Go. Away.” I said. “It’s none of your business!” My brother made kissy noises before he finally left the room, but the damage was done. I didn’t think I could ever look Damian in the eye again. I walked to my room, Damian trailing close behind, and studied the carpet on my rug, my face burning. “Hey,” he said. “Look at me.” I kept looking down. “Sorry about that,” I mumbled. “It’s just...brothers...” I sighed. Damian moved over next to me on my rug, and put his hand on my leg. I think my heart stopped. “It’s cool,” he said, “I get it, brothers.” For the next two hours, I worked on homework, trying to get it all done as soon as possible. Damian went to make some phone calls; one to Ryan Murphy saying that he was going to be off work for a while, and it was personal problems, one to Cameron, saying that he was fine and once he was back he’d explain what happened, and one to his family, explaining in detail everything that had happened to him. I didn’t hear him talking anymore, but I continued to work. I turned around to grab my book, and almost bumped into Damian’s chest. He had his hand over the receiver of the phone. “My ma wants to talk to yours.” He said. “Sure,” I replied. I called my mom into the room, and told her what was up. She took the phone and walked away, saying “Hello Mrs. McGinty...no, no, I assure you, your son will be quite safe with us...” Her voice trailed off as she left the room. I snapped my book shut. “Done!” I cheered, full of relief. “Stupid math...” I thought to myself. At this point my dad walked in the room with the air mattress. He put it down, told Damian that his mother was fine with him staying here for a while, and left. Damian thanked him. I pulled the mattress to the corner of the room, went and grabbed some blankets and pillows, and left the room to change into my pajamas. I brought Damian some of my dad’s old sweats, and he left the room to change. I was sitting on the air mattress when he walked in, and his eyes widened, then flickered over to my bed, where I had made it up with new sheets and blankets. “You can’t possibly think that I am going to make a guest sleep on the floor,” I said, in response to his unspoken question. “And you can’t possibly think that I am going to make you sleep on the floor in your own house.” Damian responded. “Well, I am.” I said. “I refuse to let you.” He said. “I am.” I said. “No.” He said. “Yes.” I said. “No!” He said. “YES!” I said, “You were stuck sleeping on the cement floor of some random garage for three days! If you do not get into that bed right now, I will shove you into it myself!” He grumbled and groaned, but went to the bed. “Wait,” he said. “Can I do one thing to your mattress?” Damian looked at me with his crystal blue eyes, and a slight pout, and I knew that if he had asked me to throw my mattress off a bridge at that moment that I would have done it without hesitating. “Yea,” I asked, a little uneasy because of the effect that this boy had on me. He walked over to the mattress, and pulled it next to the bed. He turned out the light, crawled in the bed, and motioned to me to do the same with the mattress. I did, and he hung his hand over the side of the bed, right next to mine. I looked up at him, and his eyes bored into mine. He gently took my hand, and that was the last thing I remembered before I drifted off to sleep.
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Post by celticbear on Feb 11, 2012 23:06:52 GMT -5
I glad the female lead has such understanding parents. Love the whole who's going to sleep where argument and most of all that Damo moved the matress to be at the side of the bed so that he could hold hands with his angel!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Feb 12, 2012 2:04:18 GMT -5
Her parents are chill So cute... I hope he'll be okay... seriously. Kidnapping is a rough thing to get over... lol update!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2012 18:01:23 GMT -5
MY LAPTOP IS ON THE WAY BACK FINALLY!!! (I have to use an old computer that I can't update the story on at the moment) But hopefully it will be back in around a week, and I will try to post up the story soon. Sorry for the long wait if anyone actually was enjoying this. ):
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Post by celticbear on Feb 29, 2012 21:59:50 GMT -5
Hey Rose Glad to hear your Computer is on the way home! Looking forward to the next chapter!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2012 20:20:36 GMT -5
FINALLY! life's been crazy, but here's ch 4 Chapter 4 I woke up the next morning with the sun shining in my eyes. “Holy...! What time is it?” I whipped my head around, and looked at my clock. 9:00! I was late for school! “How did I miss my alarm going off?” I asked myself as I rushed around the room, trying to find my stuff. I ran to the front of the house, where I saw my mom in the front room talking with Damian. I stopped in my tracks, remembering what had happened the night before. I turned very slowly, trying to escape to my room before Damian saw me, so I could get ready and not be any later than I already was, but the floor creaked. I stopped, waited for a bit, decided it was clear, and started off again. CREEEEEEEEEEAK. I put my hands up to the sky. “Whyyy?” I whispered. “WHY?” “Honey? Is that you?” My mom asked. Sigh. “Yea mom, I’m just getting ready to go.” I replied. “Go where? Are you meeting some friends?” She questioned. “Good lord,” I thought, “this woman is losing her mind.” “No mom,” I said aloud, walking into the front room, avoiding Damian’s eyes. “I’m going to school, since I am approximately...an hour late now.” She laughed. And laughed. And laughed. “Wow mom, thanks a bunch. Way to make me feel better.” I said to her. “You sure must be tired,” she said to me. “It’s spring break now, remember, silly?” I stared at her for about a minute, then said, “I knew that...” I walked down the hallway back to my room, trying to save the tiny shred of dignity I still had within me. “How can I be so STUPID?” I asked myself. “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, and once it comes I go and forget about it. Gosh. That is sad.” I dressed quickly in my jeans and favorite converse, but I still stayed in my room. I wasn’t about to face my mother, who I was sure would make fun of me some more, and I did not want to see Damian, considering how he acted last night. I mean, yea, it was totally sweet, and I think he’s even cuter than I thought possible, but I am pretty sure he was half-asleep when he decided to hold my hand last night, and I don’t want things to get awkward...er...more awkward. Just as I was thinking this, there was a knock on the door, and Damian poked his head around it. “Morning!” He said, all cheerful. “Um...hey.” I said, not really looking in his eyes. “So, I was thinking, I was kinda sleepy last night...” He started, and I thought to myself, “Here we go...rejection!” “and I realized I never really asked you if it was okay for me to hold your hand,” Damian continued. “So, I’m sorry,” he said, still smiling. “Can you ever forgive me for this terrible crime I have committed?” he joked. I smiled. “Of course,” I said. “But you can hold my hand any time you want,” I continued, under my breath. He grabbed my hand, and said, “Great!” I looked down, embarrassed that he had heard me. Damian tapped my shoulder, and I looked up at him. He grinned. “Gosh,” I said, how can you be so happy when just a couple days you were...” I trailed off as I saw a flicker of sadness in his face. “Oh my god. I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have reminded you of...crap I am such an idiot. Shoot. I am so sorry. Really, sor-” “Whoa there,” he said, “calm down. It’s okay. I’m fine. Don’t stress. “So,” he continued cheerfully, “what should we do today? Will you show me around the city? Maybe some of your favorite spots?” “Umm...” I started, a little confused. “Do you really think that you should be wandering around anywhere, and especially here?” “It’s okay!” Damian said, all excited. “Look!” He held up some dark sunglasses and pulled his hoodie up over his head. It was actually a pretty good disguise, I could barely tell that it was him, and I knew it was. “Well,” I said, pretending to think it over. “Pleeeeeease?” He begged. “I want to get out of here!” “What?” I said, “my house isn’t good enough for you?” “No! No! That’s not what I meant!” He hurried to say. “I just want to be in the fresh air.” “I was just kidding,” I laughed, “sure, I’ll take you around. It’ll be fun.” About an hour later we headed out the door, saying goodbye to my mom. “So where are we going first?” Damian asked me. “I was thinking I’d show you some places that are special to me,” I said. “We can stop by my old elementary and middle schools, and I can show you where I go to school now. Maybe later I can show you where I worked last summer, and we can walk around Golden Gate Park.” “That sounds great,” he said, and I could tell that he actually meant it. “My elementary school is pretty close by my house,” I said. “We can walk.” “Okay!” Said Damian, walking alongside me. We were silent for the next couple blocks, and I was thinking about how I used to listen to Celtic Thunder when I walked around the neighborhood, and now I was with an actual (previous) member. I laughed. “What?” he said, looking at me. “Nothing,” I said. “This just seems so surreal.” He looked at me questioningly. “Just,” I motioned to him, and back to me. “This...it’s like a dream or something.” “Well,” said Damian, walking alongside me, “I can assure you I am no dream. Could I do...THIS if I was?” At the word “this,” he poked me in the side. And poked me again. And again. And attempted to again, but I grabbed his fingers before he could. “Oh, no you don’t,” I said as I stood there, holding his fingers. He didn’t pull away, and I realized I was still holding his fingers. He looked at me. I looked down, and let go of his fingers. “Sor-“ POKE. I was cut off by another poke in the side, and looked up to see Damian run off. “You BETTER run!” I shouted, as I took off after him. I saw him turn the corner, and I ran to catch up I turned the corner, running, and BAM. The next thing I knew I was on the ground next to Damian. “Nice of you to stand right around the corner where I couldn’t see...” I said. He stuck his tongue out at me. I hopped up, and he did the same. “So,” I said, “it’s that way.” I poked him hard in the side, and ran off laughing. I could hear a chuckle, and then the sound of footsteps behind me. I grinned to myself, looking around the familiar neighborhood. I peeked behind me, noticing that Damian was preoccupied with tying his shoes. “Ahahaha. Perfect.” I thought. I ran to the doorway of a house, and stood in it. It was just deep enough that Damian couldn’t see me. A bit later, I heard approaching footsteps. “He must have stopped running,” I thought. I tried so hard not to laugh. But as I saw him slowly walking forward, eyes darting all around, mumbling under his breath, and I just KNEW he was looking for me, I let out a laugh, then clapped my hand over my mouth, and sunk to the floor to hide. It didn’t work. He turned slowly, and I saw a glint in his eye. I got up as fast as I could, and made to run, but by that time, he was in front of me. Damian didn’t ever seem that big, but he was blocking my only way to freedom and towered over me. I smiled at him, and tried the oldest trick in the book. “Hey, look,” I said, pointing behind him. He didn’t even move a centimeter. “Darn.” I said. “Okay, you got me. Now what?” Damian reached towards me, and...I think I held my breath...POKE. I rolled my eyes. “Okaay,” I said, “what is it with you and poking?” He laughed. “C’mon,” he said, ignoring my question, “let’s head to that school of yours.”
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