Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2003 2:14 pm
<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>
“Let me show you what you’re missing.” It finally registers what Michael is planning on doing. What gave him the stupid idea that I wanted to get kissed by him? His gaze dropped to my lips. There was no way that he had any other intention than kissing me! I am sorry, but that is not going to come to pass.
I feel the heavy weight of the filled pitcher of water clutched in my hand. I did not thing. I reacted, and the entire contents fell over his head, falling over his head like a waterfall, and dripping down the rest of his body.
“I do hope that this psychotic episode has now ebbed. Do not ever do that again. Or I promise you, there will be something much more solid and dense striking your head. Since you fail to use your brain, it will not be a catastrophe!”
Just then there was a scream coming from inside the house. When did someone get home? I rushed towards the stairs, and saw the door to my bedroom with Isabel was left open, while all the others were left closed.
Isabel stood next to her bed, a robe clutched around her body and a sluggishly moving form on her bed. Was that . . . Alex?
“Remind me never to ask Isabel to give me a wake up call,” he said as he started to stand.
“Alex, may I inquire why you were nestled in Isabel's bed?” I ask him as I help him out of the bed.
“Liz, speak English! And Michael, why are you all wet?” Isabel exclaimed.
Michael must have entered the room after I did. This looks like it will be interesting. Why was Alex in Isabel’s bed, and Michael explaining why he is sopping wet. Not to mention my not-so-subtle change in speech.
<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ End Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>
“Let me show you what you’re missing.” It finally registers what Michael is planning on doing. What gave him the stupid idea that I wanted to get kissed by him? His gaze dropped to my lips. There was no way that he had any other intention than kissing me! I am sorry, but that is not going to come to pass.
I feel the heavy weight of the filled pitcher of water clutched in my hand. I did not thing. I reacted, and the entire contents fell over his head, falling over his head like a waterfall, and dripping down the rest of his body.
“I do hope that this psychotic episode has now ebbed. Do not ever do that again. Or I promise you, there will be something much more solid and dense striking your head. Since you fail to use your brain, it will not be a catastrophe!”
Just then there was a scream coming from inside the house. When did someone get home? I rushed towards the stairs, and saw the door to my bedroom with Isabel was left open, while all the others were left closed.
Isabel stood next to her bed, a robe clutched around her body and a sluggishly moving form on her bed. Was that . . . Alex?
“Remind me never to ask Isabel to give me a wake up call,” he said as he started to stand.
“Alex, may I inquire why you were nestled in Isabel's bed?” I ask him as I help him out of the bed.
“Liz, speak English! And Michael, why are you all wet?” Isabel exclaimed.
Michael must have entered the room after I did. This looks like it will be interesting. Why was Alex in Isabel’s bed, and Michael explaining why he is sopping wet. Not to mention my not-so-subtle change in speech.
<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ End Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>