The Short Stories of Miss.SunFlower

ok,so its not spectacular.oh well.

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Lucy but Taller said:
.....says who?FGor all you know he could have a secret girlfriend.*puts on leather jacket and sunglasses**coughs twice and rubs nose*I am your bathing chicken.I have your muffins.
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lol, I'm surprised you remembered. :D

Miss.SunFlower said:
*has no clue what you girlies are talking about*
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If you would like to get a clue it's on youtube. Just look up Spy Guy, the not-so-secret-agent. :D

Please post more Damian. *puppy dog eyes*
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More Story!!

Damian was beginning to lose hope. Not that there had been any hope to begin with.
Both guys decided the fanforum was too hard, because all you saw were usernames. So Facebook or Myspace would be better, but more stalker like. Damian really didn’t want to go through with it.
He stood up from the computer chair with a sigh, “Liam, man, thanks, but no thanks. Really.”
Liam sighed looking at him, “Really?”
“Really.”
“We’ve made it this far…”
“I feel liker a creeper, Liam!” He protested, “Please don’t do that to me.
Laughter, “I guess I can understand that much, but what else do you suggest?”
“I suggest we don’t do anything at all! I promise I won’t mope the rest of the summer!” He added in a sarcastic mumble, “I think I liked the idea of hitting on M&G girls better anyways.”
The laughter grew, and with a sigh Damian joined in, unable to stay completely serious around his best mate.
A best mate who was still scanning facebook and myspace. Damian had stopped looking, and laughed to himself at the idea that Liam might indeed be looking for a girl, himself. Good for him, he thought, something good should come of this. Not that a relationship between the U.S. and Ireland would really last.
“Well,” Liam continued, looking back at the screen, “you could still………..”
He trailed off, and Damian looked back him. He was nearly gaping at the screen. Moving back to the computer screen he was the page was open to a girl’s myspace, a Brianna Sifrig. The large background picture showed two girls, and he wasn’t sure which one the profile belonged to.
While not on purpose, he was looking at the blonde one in the picture, almost trying to make sure she was real. With her pale skin and even paler hair she nearly looked unearthly. She was certainly unearthly pretty, especially that smile. She was giving an ecstatic grin to the camera as she had her arm around the other girl. He felt his face heat up just looking at her, imagining her smiling at him.
“She- she’s… wow.” He heard Liam say beside him, and he almost felt jealous. Damian, he reprimanded himself, he was acting stupid. He’d never thought himself one for love at first sight. It was a stupid idea in itself. But she just gave him this feeling. He wanted to know more about her… This was ridiculous.
Trying not to think about it he heard Liam add with a cough, “I mean the blonde one is pretty too.”
Damian blinked. So his friend was looking at the other girl. He turned his attention to her. He nearly laughed, for the other girl looked much more like the kind of girl Liam would like. Just as pale as Damian’s blonde beauty, but with darker hair and eyes. She still looked near unreal, like she walked out of some Celtic fairytale, as a noble, if not a princess.
“They’re both wow.” Damian replied. He coughed awkwardly. His friend coughed as well, looking like he was having trouble looking away.
“Which do you think is Brianna?” He asked.
He shrugged, trying to still look indifferent. Falling for a single girl’s picture wasn’t making him feel any less uncomfortable and stalker-ish. “You go ahead and find out.” He tore his eyes away from the smiling face of that girl.
“Don’t act like you aren’t interested, Damo.” His friend countered. He blushed.
“Look, interested or not, I STILL feel like a creeper, and no two girls… no matter how, well, good looking, are going to change how this idea ISN’T working… So could we stop?”
Liam sighed again, sparing the two pretty girls a glance. Finally he shut off the computer screen.
“Happy?”
“Very much. And like I said, I’ll stop moping. Thanks for trying to do this.”
He smiled at that, “It’s nothing. Thanks for letting me try. I know I’m not very smart at these things.
“It’s the thought that counts.”
Both boys laughed, and Damian was happy to push the girls image out of his head.
Still trying to stay on a safe topic he added, “Could you get away in early October?”
Liam blinked. “Might take some extensive pleading, but yeah. Why? Gonna finally let me hear your boy band?”
“Not a boy band.” Damian said quickly, without any attempt to argue it though. Celtic Thunder would be forever know as “Damian’s Boy band” in his friend’s eyes. He’d grown to be okay with that. “And yes, we have a show in Toronto. I was thinking to invite- never mind. Do you want to come?”
“Sure, why not?” He replied, smiling. “Be kind of awkward, though. Me in a theatre with a bunch of girls screaming their love for you and your mates. I’ll feel out of place.”
Damian scoffed, “You in a theatre with a bunch of pretty teen girls? Stop making it sound like torture, you’ll have more craic than you’ll want to admit.”
He laughed, “True, true. This is going to be epic.”

Brianna had known that the months leading to the Toronto show would fly by, but it was near scary how fast they really did.
With home-schooling and other boring events in between the months of August and September just sort of blinked by, and before the two girls knew it, it was the afternoon before their show.
“What do you WEAR to one of these things?” Ashlynn asked, in almost hysterics, as she rummaged through the dual closet the sisters shared. It was very uncluttered, but only because it was slowly being emptied into boxes, for moving.
It had been decided about a month after Ashlynn had become part of the family that her, or rather, their father’s job would be transferring him to one of a few places in Europe; he got to choose. Sweet father that he was, the moment he’d seen Ireland on the list that’s where they were going to be headed.
The girls were just going to get out of home schooling that year anyways, so starting a new school in Ireland would be no more traumatic than starting one at home. So really, Brianna saw no reason to be beyond the happiest girl imaginable. From what she could tell, Ashlynn felt the same way.
She shrugged, “No clue.”
She whacked her, “You’ve been to one of these before! What do fans wear!? What did YOU wear?”
“Ash, my lovely, calm yourself.” Brianna laughed, “Dress, like, like you would on a date.”
“But I’ve never BEEN on a date.” She rolled her eyes, “And neither have you.”
She sighed, not liking that fact. That, though, was another good thing, it would make moving easier. If she or her sister had had any sort of serious relationship it would have made moving very difficult.
Brianna had always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, another trait she shared with her adopted sister. And the combination of that and never having had a guy look twice at her made her a little unhappy at the subject of dating or boyfriends.
So, trying to concentrate on it she continued, “Okay, okay. Would you like me to just pick out an outfit for you? We’re going to be late!”
“Very much, if that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay,” She replied, turning to the closet. She gave a glance back at her lovely sister, knowing very well what would look good on her. She pulled out a long yet casual dress in a deep red. It made her eyes look brighter and her hair, a shimmering blonde. She’d look grand.
Ashlynn paused, “I’ll feel too dressed up, are you sure?”
“’course I’m sure, I’ve been to this before. Besides, you’ve wore fancier.“
“True. What are you wearing?”
Brianna paused the dug through until she found a different style dress in a royal purple shade, “This.”
Her lips made an ‘o’ and she giggled, “You’ll look like royalty.” She beamed.
“Well, you do always say I’m supposed to be a Countess or Duchess or one of those noble titles.” She laughed.
“Well, you just look like it, Bri.”
Brianna smiled at that, “Well, if I’m nobility, you’re the queen, my sister. You are a million times more regal looking than me.”
Ashylnn looked ready to argue that but sighed, “I don’t think so, but thank you.”
“You’re most welcome, my lovely,” She replied, “Now seriously. We need to get ready or we’ll be late!!”
The time getting ready was just as giggly as anytime with the two girls together. Brianna couldn’t even think about a time before Ashlynn was her sister, though it had only been a few months. She didn’t think she could be happier.
Toronto was only an hour and a half from their home, but that didn’t make them any less nervous about being late. Brianna just had a feeling this was going to be THE most fantastic days of nights of her entire life. To be late to THAT wouldn’t be good.
 
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