Name: Vivi (Betcha can't guess what it really is. It's not really that hard...)

Age:14

Gender: Female

Favorite singers: Kelly Clarkson, All American rejects, FOB, John Mayer

Favorite TV show: Avatar, Kappa Mikey, Scrubs

Favorite Fanfiction author: amsrule

Been writing since: 3th grade or so =/

First fanfic posted: The Notebook (Not the best work of mine)

Favorite Story of Mine: My Entirely original Cliche

Favorite book series: Maximum Ride, Harry Potter

Favorite genres: Romance, Adventure, Action, Comedy

To clarify, I own none of the shows, books, movies, etc. that I write for. :C Plots will always be mine unless otherwise stated, and only my made-ups are officially mine. I actually have a Lot of stories written on my computer, but I have to sort through them all and fix mistakes and such, so it may be a while before anything actually gets posted...

Yeah, here is where I tell you about me. I have sorta long, wavy dark brown hair, and silvery green eyes. Yeah, I'm nothing to look at, but do you really care? I mean, you're staring at a computer screen. What some random girl on the web looks like has nothing to do with anything that you ever will need to worry about x. So stop reading and try not to drool as you slowly lose your brain cells from reading my profile. >8D Mwahahaha!

...Anyways, I have a buddy-pal that writes stories here, check her out. Her name is amsrule, cuz, well... she rules xD

Fang heard a sudden knock on his door, and he looked up. "Yeah?" He asked, putting the book down and waiting for iggy to walk in. he had always used that special way of knocking.

"Fang..." He began in a low voice, and Fang could tell he was listening for something. "Have you ever had fangirls?"

"Yeah... Why?" Fang answered slowly, frowning.

"No reason." Iggy said quickly. Silence. "Have you ever been stalked by fangirls?"

"Um... no... have you?" Fang asked, tilting his head at his blind pyromaniac friend. Iggy hesitated.

"Yeah." he said simply. Suddenly, I leapt out from the shadows and tackled him, sending Iggy and I sprawling on the floor.

"I''VE GOT YOOUUU!" I screeched, dragging my screaming prize home.

Fang just sat, dumbstruck, before turning with a blank expression back to his book. "Have fun being mauled." He called lightly out the door.

((I lub Iggy, if you can't tell ))

15 Things to do when your in Walmart!

1. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.

2. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.

3. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone,
" 'Code 3' in housewares"... and see what happens.

4. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.

5. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

6. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.

7. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask,
"Why can't you people just leave me alone?"

8. Look right into the security camera & use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.

9. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti - depressants are.

10. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.

11. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look"

12. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through,
say "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"

13. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream..
"NO! NO! It's those voices again!!"

14. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while and then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!

15.Grab a lot of bouncy balls and throw them down the aisle, shouting "Go, Pikachu, Go!"

As you all probably know, I do like to put things off. That's why Fortue Cookie Stories and The Notebook aren't going to be updated in forever. But if you're looking for my writing genious in more stories, check out my fictionpress account. I put it up as my home page, and vice versa for my other account. :P Hope to see you there, if you like Romance stories!

In fact, here's a nice little teaser, straight from my story, Ichiro and I. You're Welcome:

I don’t know if he sensed my eyes on him or if he was just reacting to my little stunt, but the boy looked down, an almost surprised expression on his face. He looked awkwardly from his book to me, and I averted my gaze so as not to lock up. Am I so boy-crazy that I’ve been in Japan for all of a day and I’m scarlet the whole while? I thought glumly to myself.

I was about to heave myself off my lazy butt and flee for the checkout when something caught my eye.

The boy was holding out a hand, still looking uncomfortable.

“Uh, you need help?” He asked. I just stared, for some reason; I didn’t want him to take his hand away. He seemed to think my silence was due to me not speaking Japanese, because very awkwardly, he repeated his question in English.

I nodded weakly and let him help me up. He was surprisingly strong, and he made pulling me up seem easy. I stood; noodle-legged, and decided it was a good idea to brush off my pants. Just in case.