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Author of 10 Stories |
j/k
by Mckayla
Ocean had explained everything to Micki about the RPG game.
It was rather interesting..in fact it was REALLy intersting. She got hooked
easily. And hammered him with questions. In which he answered with out
hesitation. It got her mind off how cold she was so all in all it was a good
thing.
"Duo # 18." the announcer spoke out.
"Dude! That's us!" Micki lept from her seat.
Ocean put his book on the bench and followed her out on the ice.
"By the fly or the one we did last time?", Micki asked as they skated out
"...Hmmmm...I dun know...Let's go with what we've done. We've done that
one more.", Ocean replied his opinon.
"Coolness.", Micki agreed.
The music started up, and thier regulare rutine started. Movement's that
told a story, perfectly coriographed and in wonderful unison.
Treize watched them with enthusiasim. "They skate well." He stated aloud.
Une Nodded her agreement, but noticing the bandaid slapped across Micki's
face.
She narrowed her eyes. That hadn't been there when they had sighned in.
"I see much spirit in these two.", Une stated to Treize keeping her other
thoughts to herself.
The music enedd and Ocean and Micki stopped at a skid across the ice.
Ocean smiled. "I got a good feeling about this." he grinned.
"Ditto.", Mckayla agreed.
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Boys locker room...
Ocean slipped off his skates and put them in his bag.
Edgar suddenly appeared in through the door. He seemed to be grumbling
about something. For the first time he glared at ocean as if wanting to kill.
Ocean recoiled slightly. "Hi wrong?"
"Yeah, your little bitch of a partner, got us DISQUALIFIED!!", Edgar spat.
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The hotel...
The radio hummed...And Micki was tossing around her baseball and
catching it. She sat down on the couch and sighed.
*Shouldn't Ocean be here by now?* she thought to herself. The orange
ball of Fur jumped up beside of her, She scratched Tucker behind his ears.
He sighed in pleasure.
Micki pulled out her drawing pad. Maybe scetching would get her mind off
worrying about Ocean.