okay! It isn't done but here are the first two posts!
ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND STALKING
“No.” Damian’s head fell into his hands, “No. Nope. Wrong answer. NO. WAY.”
His best friend was laughing, “What? C’mon, you need something to keep you from moping about this by the time we reach summer!”
“And you think this’ll help!?” He asked incredulously, “I’m not going to do it.”
“Well, you aren’t interested in any girls at school…”
“I am NOT dating a fan, Liam! Get that through your head!”
“Geez!” Liam laughed, pushing his hair back through his fingers, “There’s no harm in looking, though.”
Damian rolled his eyes, “She said she broke up with me because I’m away too much. How is dating a girl from the U.S going to be any better? I’m away ever more!”
His girlfriend had broke up with him over a month ago. He had to admit, looking at himself, he was being incredibly gloomy about the whole thing. He couldn’t help it though, she’d been his first and only girl friend. It kind of hurt, more than kind of, really. He knew Liam hated to see him depressed but his ideas of cheering up weren’t the greatest.
Liam McFarlan had been his best friend since their first day of school together. They looked like near brothers, both with thick dark brown hair and flashing blue eyes. However, Liam grew is hair longer though, more in the style of Damian’s group mate, Keith, and had the scratchy teenage beginnings of facial hair. As they told other people; Liam was Damian if Damian didn’t shave, and Damian was Liam if Liam took better care of himself.
“Damo, Damo, Damo.” Liam shook his head, laughing, “American girls are romantics, and would just about die over the thought of a long distance relationship.”
“This from the guy who’s never had a girlfriend.”
“Never found a girl that’s caught my eye. I mean, I have friends of the gender, you know, but nothing like that, you know.”
Damian paused, then broke out laughing, “So that’s it!”
“That’s what?”
“That’s your idea? You’re not wanting me to check out fangirls for ME! You want to check them out yourself!”
“Wha- N-“
He was on a roll, still laughing, “That’s why your pushing it so much, and why you said you HAD to be here for it!”
His friend rolled his eyes, dramatically, “Look, this is 100% completely for you, mate. Cross my heart.” And he did so.
Damian’s laughter died down, “Really, that’s nice of you. But I’m really not interested in dating another girl, especially not a fan.”
“What’s wrong with it being a fan?”
“Aside from the whole different country thing? She’d only like me because you know, Celtic Thunder.”
“You don’t know that,” Liam replied.
“Well, what else would she know about me?” He asked, “And I’d know nothing about her… how are you expecting me to get a fan to date anyways? Go hit on girls at M&G’s? Don’t think their mom’s would be happy about that.”
He laughed, then turned to his computer from where they were both at his house, and switched it to two open tabs, the Celtic Thunder and Facebook “The internet’s a grand invention, my friend.”
A long pause, “Oh, no. Not me. Defiantly not.”
“You say ‘no’ waaaay to much, Damian.”
“Stalker.” He said curtly.
“Come on,” Liam said again, “What do you have to lose?”
Damian rolled his eyes, “I can not believe you are having me look through fans profiles, thinking I’m going to find a girlfriend. This is absolutely ridiculous.”
Liam shook his head, “You never know until you look.”
“You’re such a creep.”
“I’m also your best friend and I really think this will help.” He replied.
Damian looked at his friend. He was really doing this to help him. He knew it wouldn’t but if it would make him feel like he’d helped… well, what did he have to lose?
“Alright, let’s get this over with.”
Brianna took a deep breath, pacing outside the adoption agency. She saw no reason why this wouldn’t work out, but that didn’t calm her nerves at all. It wasn’t just that she desperately wanted Ashlynn as her sister, but her best friend needed a family after loosing her own, and this was perfect. If it worked.
She’d been happy her parent’s agreed to adopting her friend after both her parent’s died. She supposed they knew how lonely Ashlynn would be and how Brianna had always longed for a sister.
At last the doors opened, and Ashlynn walked out, clutching a folder of paperwork tight enough to make her already pale skin whiter. Behind her came Brianna’s parents. All three’s expressions were unreadable.
“Well?” She asked, in near hysterics.
Ashlynn closed her eyes and took a long breath, then squealed, “YOU’RE MY SISTER!!”
“AHH!!” Brianna squealed in reply, throwing her arms around her friend, “OH MY GOSH!!! I’m so happy!!”
“Me too!! I can’t believe this! I thought I’d be shut up in some miserable orphanage not adopted by my best friend!!”
“So you’re happy with this?” She asked, “Really, Ash? I know we won’t compare to your mom and dad…”
“Bri, Bri, I’m ecstatic, really. Mom and dad, they traveled so much anyways, I-“ She stopped herself, “I know I’ll be more than happy to be your sister, truly.”
She exhaled, she didn’t like the thought of trying to replace her friend’s family if she didn’t want them replaced. But Ashlynn seemed completely happy with the outcome, so she decided she ought to be as well.
“Well, I’m glad this worked out too! You’re the best sister in the entire world, Ash.”
She blushed lightly, “You too, Bri!”
As the girls got driven home, Ashlynn gushed of nothing more than how fantastic it would be to see Brianna everyday. That this was exactly the sort of thing she’d dreamt of. Brianna didn’t think she sounded like a girl who lost her parents, but maybe she was just good at hiding that. She always had been.
The two girls couldn’t truly pass for sisters, though they had near identical personalities. True, they were both pale as sheets, and freckled, but Ashlynn’s hair was blonde to the point of being nearly white. It was smooth as white silk as well and cut short around her face, and her eyes a bright blue. Brianna’s own hair was the color of chestnuts, and while also short it curled in framing her face, and her eyes, while bright, a dark brown.
As it were both girl’s acted more like twins than their looks would ever give away. Both dreamers, storytellers, and artists.
While, Ashlynn’s parents had been scientists. studying earth and anything with it, Brianna’s friend had made herself a master at everything make-believe. She could tell you the history of unicorns or the behaviors of dryads, but wouldn’t be able to tell you the capitol of Canada.
Brianna, also interested in the worlds of fantasy, was just as interested in history, Celtic history at that. She had a bit of an obsession with the countries of the British Isles, Ireland and Scotland in particular. She’d gotten Ashlynn into that too, and both girls wanted to move there someday, someday soon.
“This calls for celebration.” Ashlynn giggled, as they were pulled up to the house.
“Ooooh yes,” Brianna agreed. She knew exactly where her friend was headed with this. When anything very good or very bad happened to either girl, Ashlynn would come over to her house for a showing of Celtic Thunder. And it now that the group had released a second DVD, the showings became a double feature.
This was defiantly a Celtic Thunder moment.
Her friend sighed, smiling at the screen as it played Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen, her favorite song, as her own sweet sixteen grew closer by the day.
Damian was Ashlynn’s favorite, while she never wanted to admit it. She liked to say they were all to perfect to compare, but her feelings for Damian went a little above the other guys, not to a fangirl status by any account though.
Brianna couldn’t say she had a favorite either. Five guys of different looks and styles that all appealed to her in a different way, how could she choose? She contented herself with giggling at the boy’s dance moves and her own friend’s swooning.
“October can NOT come soon enough, Bri.” She murmured, quietly. October 2nd, the night the two girls would travel to see their favorite group live in Toronto.
Brianna laughed, “That it cannot. This is your first CT concert too, right?”
“Yes, I couldn’t make it last fall, remember? Your play-by-play was nice enough though.”
“Oh it was awful.” She replied, “No words of mine could describe seeing them live. You will adore it.”
“I have no doubt I will, sis.” She said, looking at her happily, “I have no doubt.”
