May 3, 2007

Author’s Note: This is dedicated to Stitch Phantom. I hope you enjoy it Kat. There’s not much to say except for, enjoy reading this story of mine. Please R&R. They’re ham-humans in this. I have decided to revise this a bit.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Hamtaro cast. ketherandsandy4ever owns Kether. Stitch Phantom owns Shadow Strider.

New Love

“STAN, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”

“What can’t you take, Pashy baby?”

“YOU! THAT’S WHAT!”

“What about me?”

“All you want to do is have sex. I want more than that in a relationship. You don’t, so I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“What more to a relationship is there other than sex?”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST ASKED ME THAT QUESTION! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

“Yea.”

“Look at Kether and Sandy. They’re just sitting on the couch, watching TV. They’re not making out or anything. Why can’t we do something like that? Something without making out.”

“Because that’s boring. It’s no fun in a relationship without some lust.”

“I bet he knows more about Sandy than you do about me.”

“Does not.”

“We’ll see. Kether, what’s Sandy most prized possession?”

“Her gymnastics ribbon,” Kether answered without hesitation.

“Stan, what’s my most prized possession?”

“Your scarf, I think.”

“There is no ‘I think’. Answer the question with a sure answer. What’s my most prized possession?”

“Your scarf.”

“Good. That was an easy one. Kether, what’s Sandy favorite artist or band?”

“Green Day, of course.” Again, Kether answered without hesitation.

“Stan, what’s my favorite artist or band?”

“Umm…”

“Too long. You get it wrong. The answer is Mariah Carey. You should know that from Bijou’s pool party.”

“I did know that. I was about to say it when you said ‘Too long’.”

“Sure.” Sarcasm was just flooding her statement. “Kether, what’s Sandy’s favorite color?”

“Red, duh.”

“Stan, what’s my least favorite color?”

“Pink,” Stan answered as soon as she was done asking the question.”

“I knew it. You weren’t even listening to me anymore. As soon as I asked Kether the question, you started thinking about the same question for me.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Okay then. What did I ask you?”

“You asked me what your least favorite color is. The answer is pink.” Pashmina was ready to slap him to the core of the Earth. Kether and Sandy could see that she was boiling mad.

“Kether, I think it’s best we go to my room.”

“I think you’re right, Sandy.” They ran upstairs. They didn’t even bother to turn off the TV. They figured it’d get turn off one way or another.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT! PINK IS MY MOST FAVORITE COLOR IN THE WORLD! ARE YOU COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS TO THE EASIEST QUESTION IN THE ENTIRE WORLD?”

“Since when did you start liking the color pink?”

“SINCE FOREVER! THAT’S WHEN!”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I never knew that.”

“I know you didn’t. You don’t know anything about me.”

“That’s not true. I know you giggle when-“

“That’s enough! No one needs to hear that.”

“See? I know something about you.”

“That doesn’t even count. Anyone could know that, if they had sex with me.”

“No, because you have to have a keen sense of hearing. You giggle kind of low in the midst of moaning and groaning.”

“Thank you for that tidbit but I’m still dumping you and that is that. No one can change my mind about it; it has been made up.”

“Does this mean I’ll never see you again?”

“No. I’ll still come around just to visit Sandy and Kether.”

“Good, because for a second there I thought you were really mad at me.” That was the last straw. Pashmina got very hot with anger and she punched Stan hard in the chest. The blow made him fly across the room into the TV. Sandy and Kether knew the TV would turn off one way or another. Pashmina stormed out of the house towards the park. She definitely needed to be alone. She just had to clear her head. Once she got to the park, she went and sat on the fountain in the middle of the park.

“I can’t believe Stan said those things. He doesn’t understand anything about me. Why did I even date him in the first place? Why was I attracted to him? Was I really in love or was it just infatuation? I don’t even know anymore. I’m sure I was in love but now I don’t know. I’m really starting to see the real Stan. All he seeks is pleasure. I want so much more than that especially in a relationship. He makes me so mad.”

She picked up a rock, as big as her palm, and threw it in a random direction. The next thing she heard was Clunk “Ow!” She ran to where she heard the voice only to find a male ham-human rubbing the back of his head, apparently where the rock had hit him.

“Where did that come from?” He questioned while looking around. He turned to see Pashmina standing with her hands over her mouth.

“Ohmygosh! I am so sorry. Are you okay? I had no idea that you were standing over here.”

“I’m fine. Confused but fine.”

“Let me take a look at it.”

“Not necessary. I’ll be okay.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She looked at the back of his head to find a huge bump. “Oh my gosh. That looks swollen. Let me fix you up.”

He took a few steps back away from her. “No way. I already told you that I’d be fine. No need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“I refuse to take no for an answer. Come on. I’ll take you to my house so we can get that bump taken cared of.” She started pulling him towards the park entrance.

“I doubt that’s a good idea but I can see that you are really determined.” He stopped short. Causing Pashmina to look at him in confusion. “I have a motorcycle on the side of the park.” He started pulling her in the direction of the other entrance.

A/N:That’s the revised chapter. Sorry it’s shorter but my mind drew a complete blank while I was typing this. Hopefully I will update this and my other stories soon. Sorry, everyone. Please review this.