$.MANSIONS.$

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:19 pm

How am I supposed to know? *sighs* just post the next chappie...

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:46 pm

Next installment of MANSION$ . . .

CHAPTER 5
$. A Bundle of Laughs and the Boi with the $XC Grin .$

B5 UPDATE
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ADMIN_Ellie: Hi guys! I just created this topic so you guys can talk about this new bit of info; the ex-girlfriends of b5 still get together! They’re still tight knit friends, Becca included. And if anyone sees her around, tell her I said hi . . .

SuperNovaB5Fanatic: Becca hasn’t been around lately . . .

xJamiah&Kelly4evax: Maybe she’s just busy, working with the brothers separately and that. Maybe she’ll REAL busy, u no . . .

Carnell’sBoo: I really hope you didn’t mean what I thought you meant . . . you’re so ick

xJamiah&Kelly4evax: Yeah, but you thought it, so who’s the dirty one now?

SuperNovaB5Fanatic: Look, you’re going off topic! *ahem* I think that it’s weird that the girls would stick together after they split with their guy’s . . .

xJamiah&Kelly4evax: Yeah, but they needed each other for comfort!

Carnell’sBoo: Maybe, but other than that, they haven’t got a reason to stay friends . . .

xJamiah&Kelly4evax: . . . they have Becca.

SuperNovaB5Fanatic: Too true . . . and I guess they became friends when they went out with B5. The split wouldn’t mean they’d stop being friends.

xJamiah&Kelly4evax: Exactly! That’s what I call logic. LOL We make a good team!

Carnell’sBoo: Only because you’re leading it.

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“Don’t be a baby, Becca.” Lauren snorted. “I can’t stay. I’ve got an appointment later. You’ll have fun! You always do.”

“But Mom . . . !” I urgently hissed. “This is different! What if I make a fool of myself and -”

“You’re overreacting, sweetie.” Mom swept a hand over my hair and smiled softly, before picking up her handbag. “Just because Bryan touched your heart.”

“He did not!” I said, outraged, and a bit shocked that she could see through me so well. Damn. I’m so bad at lying.

Lauren just laughed, and as I followed her to the door, I couldn’t stop my gaze wondering, and I was looking out of the huge windows, with light pouring in, blue everywhere.

This mansion really was beautiful . . . “Okay fine.” I said, annoyed. “For Bryan’s sake, im’ma ride this out. ‘Kay?”

“Fine, you do that.” Lauren snorted. “It’s obvious you wanna be here. You’re even talking like him already!”

“Mom!” I rolled my eyes. I’ve changed my mind – I don’t want her to stay anymore. If anything, she’ll embarrass me!

“Someone from my office called . . .” Mom said distractedly. “They said an important letter came, containing tickets of some sort . . .”

“Really? Huh . . .” I said, but then I kissed my Mom goodbye and she was gone. It’s a weird feeling. She was there and then suddenly, she wasn’t.

After that, I just did what I had seen my Mom do so many times; explore the place some more and socialise!

Lots of people were friendly, and he didn’t have servants like Dustin. Everyone was willing to do their fair share of cleaning / cooking / gardening, just name it!

Where the heck does Bryan find friends like these?

But guess what – Adrian came for dinner! I haven’t seen her in . . . God know how long. It was so good, being in a calm atmosphere with a good view of the garden, gentle light all round.

It was dark by then, and the plush curtains were drawn. I was seated next to Bryan himself (which had it’s advantages – we stole looks at each other a few time and it was hil – a - rious) and Adrian on my other side.

On Bryan’s other side was a guy with ginger hair that everyone called Russ, and he was a bundle of laughs. He seemed really close to Bryan . . .

But anyway, he would do this thing across the table where his eyes went shifty and me and Bryan would start cracking up.

After dinner (a range of things) there was dessert (an even greater range of things) the best quality ice-cream, strawberry cheesecake, apple pie, everything, and there was champagne, wine . . . I feel so grown up Razz

“Jeez Bry, you’re making me fat!” I complained, making some people chuckle. They’re probably thinking the same thing!

“I just present the food. You don’t have to eat it.” Bryan said smoothly, and there were more chuckles.

“No, but that’s rude.” I said logically, and more people starting tp pay attention, the chatter dying down to listen, “I mean, you can’t let food like this go to waste!”

Bryan shrugged. “That’s for you to decide . . . I’m sure it’s all nutritious somehow.”

“Oh sure!” I said sarcastically, pointing in turn, “Raspberry cheesecake. Apple pie. Lemon Tart. Strawberry ice-cream. Orange chocolate. Wow, I just ate my 5 fruit a day!”

At the point, everyone burst out laughing, including Bryan. I think I actually just made a dinner table joke! That made me smile in spite of myself; am I that funny?

“Becca, you wit may be the death of me!” smiled Adrian, wiping away tiny tears of laughter.

“It may b the death of me too, you never know!” I snorted, which set of a group of girls down the other end of the table.

So it’s true; things are funnier at night . . . especially when you’re with nice people, eating good food.

As chatter started up again, my mind drifted to when B5 held a dinner party, before the Big Split, and my Mom was wishing them luck about something. Maybe luck for the future. Don’t remember.

But she did it professionally, tapping her dessert spoon on her wine glass, and she stood up, looking so pretty, and she gave everyone a warm smile and started to speak.

People she didn’t even know remembered her for that! It was memorable. I want to do something like that . . . I want to wish Bryan luck for his concert . . .

Just like Mom, I delicately picked up the dessert spoon, and tapped my wine glass sharply; five times. There was an immediate hush; ‘the funny girl is about to speak!’ was on every face. Jeez.

And every eye was on me, and I looked around, smiling warmly as I stood up, but I didn’t – couldn’t look at The Boi with the SXC grin; he’d just put me off. Yes, just by grinning.

“Great.” I sighed. “I’ve plucked up the courage to do this and now I’ve just lost my nerve . . . just bear with me, okay?”

Some people chuckled, but most people just gave me encouraging smiles.

“Well, as most of you know, it’s Bryan’s concert - or BJB’s concert – in a few weeks, where he’s performing songs from his most recent album, and I know he worked really hard on it . . .”

I smiled, looking down at my plate. “I just wanted to take the opportunity to wish him luck, and you know . . . I hope it goes well for you.”

There was a split second of silence, then loud applause, a few ‘awws’ and ‘Well done, Becca!’ or ‘Good luck, Bryan!’ I quickly sat down, and I knew that I’d gone a bit red but it doesn’t show much cause of my skin tone.

I still couldn’t face Bryan, but Adrian touched my arm encouragingly, so I looked anxiously at her for support, then at Bryan.

His gaze was fixed on the table, and he’d gone a bit red too, but he was definitely happy. He met my gaze and with a heart-wrenching smile, said, “Becca . . . thanks. You didn’t have to.”

“Yes I did!” I said, surprised. “With business, it’s the only way to wish someone luck properly.” and I grinned, and Bryan got embarrassed and looked away again. Aww, he’s so cute!

“Oh wait, I forgot the most important bit!” I shouted over the cheers, suddenly remembering. When there was hush I said, “Um, I remembered the speech and forgot about the toasting bit . . .”

There was an explosion of laughter and a tinkle of glasses as I protested over all the noise, “Well, I was nervous! I forgot. I’m a novice at this, okay?!”

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It was late, and I was so . . . tired . . . everyone kept trying to get me to stay, have another drink, talk about my mother’s work, but today was hectic and I just wanna go home and sleep.

But not without saying bye to Bryan.

I searched the ground floor, but I couldn’t find him, so I went up to the first floor. I knocked nervously but firmly on his bedroom door, and a voice issued, “Yeah?”

“Bryan?” I said quietly, peeking inside. He was staring out of the window by his bed with a picture in his hand. I don’t need three guesses to figure out who’s in that picture . . .

(A.N. Do YOU? *sighs* for those who are struggling – it’s Liline.)

“Hey, you okay?” I said uncertainly, and he nodded, quickly throwing the pic onto his bed. Which I was really liking the look of right now . . . no, I’m not dirty minded, I’m tired, remember?

“Have you gotta go home?” he asked, and I nodded, grinning at the sight of the video games in his room. “Do you want me to drive you?”

“It’s fine, I’m getting picked up by my Uncle.” I said quickly, and he nodded.

“It was good to have you around today. And you looked so happy being here . . . I wished I’d gotten back in touch sooner.”

“Yeah, you should have!” I said fiercely, and I put my bags down by the door to grab his arm. “Look. I’m your friend. Friends help you though the rough times. They help you to share your burden!”

“No, that’s what I didn’t want! That’s why I broke up with Liline - I don’t want to put those sorts of burdens on anyone!” he said angrily, but then he saw my face and calmed down, looking a bit freaked out.

I pulled him into a hug. He needed it. He needs somebody, and I’ be that person who’ll look out for him. I’ll be there for him.

“Just keep your head up, Bry.” I whispered, then smiled. “Otherwise your cap will hide your face.”

He laughed, in that cute way he does, and he grabbed my arm uncertainly as we pulled away. “Come back soon, okay?” he said seriously.

Over his shoulder, I saw a car pull up outside. Uncle James was here . . . “I will.” I said firmly, picking up my bags, and rushing to the door.

“I promise.”

Apologies again about the lack of pictures but . . .

Well I figured you'd want the chappie and then get the pics later, rather than wait a week for the story and pics to come together.

Hope you liked that! What is it - Brecca? Beccan? Bryca?

Zora's plan is working . . . Bryca . . .

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:19 pm

Awww...cute...Bumpz!

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:26 pm

Next chappie is coming soon, but first . . . piccys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At long last!

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Yay...!

(no I'm not meant to be at the laptop Smile

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Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:28 pm

Kewl...lol

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:40 pm

This is where Bryan is standing when Becca says goodbye at the end of C5.

$.MANSIONS.$ - Page 3 2_balc11

Where Becca and Bryan sit in C4. Cosy.?

$.MANSIONS.$ - Page 3 Snapsh29

This is the pic Becca sent Liline - her view of the Garden.

$.MANSIONS.$ - Page 3 Snapsh30

Becca's view of the Garden sitting down in the deck chair

$.MANSIONS.$ - Page 3 1_dinn10

Dinner Table

$.MANSIONS.$ - Page 3 1_dinn11

Another view of the Dinner Table. See the two chairs on the end? bryan sat on the left one, Becca sat on the right. On the other side of the right one was Adrian, on the other side of the left was the dude Russ.

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(Russ and Emily (admin at start of C5) are important names that crop up later on in the story. Remeber them!)

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:41 pm

Kewl...

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:48 pm

Next installment of MANSION$ . . .

CHAPTER 5
$. Girly Gossip .$

… in other news, there have been rumours that the dashing Dizzy-B invited a new damsel to dinner. However, sources have confirmed that this was merely a business dinner, and the damsel in question was none other than Becca Cross, daughter of the well known and respected designer Lauren Cross. The cross family were good friends the Breeding family, and so the reunion of Dizzy B and Becca Cross must have been a happy, if not an intimate one.

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I’d finally seen this ‘article’ the whole world knows about apart from me.

It took me a while to decide whether I was okay with it or not, but in the end, I said, “These newspapers spout a whole lot of sh*t!”

Aimee giggled at my anger, and stifled her giggles into a pillow. I just lay back with a sigh, closing my eyes.

I’d slept over at her house, because I really needed to talk to her about my trip to Bryan’s house, and the lil’ cutie Bryan himself, of course.

I’d thought about him a lot in the space between last night and this morning . . .

But anyway, that’s why I called Uncle James to pick me up instead of Mom, but she knows where I am.

If I’m supposed to be at home and I’m not, I’ll be here. Usually. I don’t wonder off to random places. But I call anyway, so she doesn’t worry.

“Look at page 3! Isn’t that talking about the event Zora’s making you go to today?” Aimee said excitedly, flicking pages, but she stopped when she realised out privacy had been invaded by . . .

“Hiya!” cried two unnaturally bubbly voices that belonged to Aimee’s twin sisters, my twin cousins, Ashley and Hayley.

You can tell who’s the more domineering twin; When saying their names, Ashley’s comes first. Always.

“It’s Beccaaaaaaaaaaa!” they screamed, jumping on top of me, and kncocking Aimee clean off. They didn’t know I was here; I came late last night.

Woah. They’re two years younger than me and Aimee, but I forget cause they act so mature most of the time. Times like now, when the act like the kids they are, I’m a bit like, ‘What the - ?’

“We missed you!” smiled Hayley. The twins are identical in almost every way – but Hayley, like I said, it a tiny bit quieter than the outgoing Ashley.

“We missed you uicy info about B5, more like!” Ashley grinned. Then her face fell. “Oh – they’ve split up now, haven’t they?”

“Ashley, duh!” Hayley rolled her eyes, and spread herself over the remaining space on the bed just as Aimee was about to sit down again. Twin giggles escaped from twin mouths as Aimee scowled.

I just avoided her gaze; after all, I still had a comfortable space on the bed.

I think it’s a sister thing; You’re more likely to piss off your sister’s than your cousins. Unless your cousin is also your best friend, and therefore you’re closer to them.

Urgh. Family relationships are confusing.

“So Becca.” Hayley said, her dazzling smile weirding me out slightly (she only gives that smile when she wants something) “How’s Bryan these days?”

“She’s crazy about him right now.” Ashley said, rolling her eyes, as they flicked dirty-blonde coloured hair over their shoulders simultaneously.

They take after their Dad, my Uncle James. Aimee’s hair is similar, but it’s a darker shade, like their mother. Auntie Lucy and Aimee have light brown hair. Uncle James, Ashley and Hayley had dark blonde.

“I can see why.” Aimee shrugged, and I pretended to be interested in the newspaper, but I could tell she was looking at me slyly.

“Yeah, that boy’s cute.” Ashley agreed, licking her lips casually, and I felt like growling at all of them, ‘Back off! He’s mine!’

Instead, I sniffed like I didn’t care, and said, “He’s . . .” I couldn’t help but think, ‘. . . got a sexy grin . . .’ but then I saw their faces and realised I hadn’t just thought it, but said it.

“What you sweet little angels don’t know,” Aimee sneered, finally getting a chance to make her sisters jealous, “Is that Becca spent the whole evening at Bryan’s house last night.”

The twins gasped, heads snapping to face me. “And she stayed for dinner.”

“What?!”

“And she’s been in his room. And he wants her to go back.”

“WHAT?!”

“Aimee, shut up!” I hissed, but Hayley was already sulking.

“You’re so luck-eeeee . . . he’s so cute, I totally love him . . .”

I couldn’t help but think, ‘Ha, you him now? Wait till you meet him!’”

“Hay, you said you loved Chad Michael Murray, and the posters you had of him are in your bin right now.” Ashley smirked, and Hayley stared daggers at her.

“Actually, Ash, I didn’t put them in my bin. They’re in a safe place.”

“Under you mattress? That’s not a safe place, ditz.”

“I didn’t put them under my mattress, you idiot!”

“Oh, just shut up!” growled Aimee, taking two menacing step forward. “You’re both pathetic!” They all started to argue, so I quickly flipped to page 3 in the newspaper, and read loudly;

The Spotlight, Wednesday 4th
MUSIC CONVENTION AT THE STADIUM

Wednesday 4th, that’s right, today, is a very important and special date for those with a passion for music, as the biggest convention of the year for music lovers is taking place in the city centre, at the Stadium.
This is an event for you to buy musical items, socialise, watch performances and possibly even perform yourself! There will be new and upcoming musicians as well as well known artists.
The convention opens with classical, country and world music, progresses with Rock, Pop, and Rap, and closes with the widely appreciated R&B.
The R&B section features performances from Chris Brown, JoJo, Ne-yo, Bobby Valentino, Jordin Sparks, and the main act; Notorious P.
There have been rumours that there will be a surprise performance from another B5 member, (gasp!) but don’t hold your breath. Sources claim that it would be a miracle to get them both under the same roof without starting a fight! Could the Convention go up in flames?

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Oh jeez, why are the newspapers so freaking dramatic?

I watched my cousins’ mouths fall open as I read, and when I finished there were rounds of, “Oh my gosh!” “No way!” “This is totally insane!”

I sighed. “Zora says I have to go ‘cause -” I stopped sharply, looking around. I just remembered – Aimee knows about Zora’s plan, but the twins don’t, and they’re not supposed to know.

That was probably why her eyebrows were wriggling like mad to me, while Ashley and Hayley just watched me curiously.

“Um . . . she said that ‘cause she knows it’ll be brilliant.” I said quickly, and the twins, being young, naive, and gullible, said ‘Oh!’ and nodded eagerly. “Me and mom were sent a bunch of tickets.”

“Free tickets? For you and Auntie Lauren?” Ashley enthused. “No way . . . I’m pleading with Mom and Dad to let us go!”

“Don’t worry.” said Aimee confidently. “I’ll just show them the newspaper article. they’ve got to let us go, especially as Becca’s going.”

“I’m sure Uncle James and Auntie Lucy will let you come . . .” I said uncertainly, and then I braced myself for their reactions, “But we probably won’t be together most of the time . . .”

Three loud voices; “Why?”

I hesitated. “We were send VIP tickets . . .”

My cousins looked even more surprised then I had when I found out, when I eventually found out that the tickets sent to Mom’s office (anonymously) weren’t . . . ordinary.

But Aimee didn’t look surprised; she looked a bit put out. And hurt. “You didn’t tell me that.” she said stiffly.

“I’m sorry, I think it just slipped my mind . . . I din’t think . . . I didn’t know you’d want to come . . .” I stumbled over my words, and her expression didn’t change.

Ashley and Hayley could immediately sense the tension, and they would have loved to see the quarrel, but they were too hyped about the tickets for the conventions, which was later on . . .

“Well.” Aimee said, as her sisters quickly and quietly back out. She sat on the now vacant bed, where I’d been lying, comfortably the whole time. She cleared her throat. “Have fun.”

“I won’t have fun, don’t you get it?” I cried, almost out of frustration. “VIP tickets mean we can go backstage. And what will we be doing there? Costumes. Or make-up, or lighting, or something. There has to be a catch. We would we get these for free?”

Suddenly, Aimee leaped over the side of the bed, hugging me so fiercely she knocked us both off. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I was being such a B*tch, I’m sorry!”

“Calm down . . .” I said softly. “I just want to see it my way. You’re the one whose gonna have fun. We’ll have to figure something out . . .”

“What if Zora sent you those tickets?” Aimee said suddenly, letting me go. “You know, the whole seduce Patrick thing? Haha, yeah, make out with him before he goes onstage!”

She started cracking up. “Now that’s funny.” she suddenly saw my face and said, “What?”

“I totally forgot about the whole Patrick thing . . . Aimee. What am I going to do?!”

She frowned thoughtfully, then giggled. “You’ll have to think up some major flirtation techniques before you go to bed!”

You like?

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Nope...I ADORE

LOVE

...

cheers

I'll give proper review tomorrow

Since I'm not supposed to be on the laptop

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:57 pm

That's fine Razz

just as long as you like it goofy

Need to work on my Chris fic now . . .

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:58 pm

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:59 pm

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:03 pm

Thank you!

I appreciate your review . . . even if it is one word *frowns*

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:05 pm

Oh...did you bump...gotta go bACK A PAGE...

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:11 pm

LOL!!! Yeah . . . that's the problem with this stuff

(quoting whoever said 'And that's the problem' to whoever said 'he says bow Wheezy')

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:13 pm

nOT WHEEZY, weezy, LOL...ANYWAY, GREAT CHAPPIE...i WANNA KNOW WHO THE MYSTERY PERSON IS...

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:13 pm

oOOOOH! I KNOW! iT'S...IT'S...IDK...I WISH I DID... Smile

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Quote :: LOL!!! Yeah . . . that's the problem with this stuff

(quoting whoever said 'And that's the problem' to whoever said 'he says bow Wheezy')

Quote :: nOT WHEEZY, weezy, LOL...ANYWAY, GREAT CHAPPIE...i WANNA KNOW WHO THE MYSTERY PERSON IS...

Quote :: oOOOOH! I KNOW! iT'S...IT'S...IDK...I WISH I DID...

Okay I'm, just totally confazzled...! (Confazzled = Confused + Baffled + Puzzled) What's the problem? With what stuff? And why did someone say that to whoever said that "he says bow wheezy" and okay its weezy, but WHAT is weezy...? And who's the mystery person? Crying or Very sad

So confazzled. Crying or Very sad

Anyway back to $.MANSIONS.$, I reckon that it was Patrick himself who sent them the tickets as they were close friends before the Big Split, anyone agree...?

Or maybe Bryan because he wanted her to go so he could hear information about it afterwards?

Or maybe because HE'S performing at the concert as well...

then again that could mean that it's Dustin...

Hmmm

Oooo is the person who sent the tickets the

Quote :: mystery person

?

Or is the

Quote :: mystery person

the person at the concert?

Confazzled again. Sad

Anyway I LOVED this chapter...

Becca's cousins act just like real cousins would *frowns*...if that makes any sense

Argh why do yhoo have to leave us in so much suspense...?

First it was to read the newspaper article, and now the mystery person who sent the tickets and the mystery person at the concert...

ooo because that's what authors do to get the readers addicted...! Right...!

Okay, I'm just babbling now...oh well

So when does Becca visit C-Nelly's mansion?

Actually I don't want her to...! He's MINE...! lol

Okay I'm going bed before I type even more nonsense...!

*considers deleting post*

*presses send*

*almost presses delete*

*realizes there IS no delete*

*panicks*

*faints*

*gets up*

*realizes she can just press edit and change the post to a simple one lettered thing like 'lol' even though that's an abbreveation for 3...*

*writed everything she's been doing in comment*

*presses send*

*goes to bed*

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*remembers to turn laptop off*

*gets out of bed*

*realizes 'writed' isn't a word*

*realzies that she's tired and therefore writing nonsense*

*discovers that whoever read the post above will waste their time*

*thinks 'oh well'*

*posts next comment*

*actually remembers to turn off laptop*

*goes to bed*

Night

*realizes that their's no point writing night as no one is online*

x

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:40 pm

Lol...crazy...

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:01 pm

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sim, you are crazy, and I love you. You too, Joanne.

And I love Becca's nice-ness.

I also love Zora's fiesty-ness, and Megan's passion for dance like me.

I love Bryan SXC grin, and Patrick's cute smile.

I love that the guy - who Becca ends up with at the end - is a perfect match for her.

I love that you guys are in susense about the tickets.

I love that I know who the person is, but I hate myself for not resisting the urge to give you this clue -

The-person-who-sent-her-the-VIP-tickets-is-the-same-person-who's-doing-the-surprise-performance -

Damn. I dislike when I do that.

I dislike Zora when she's being mean.

I dislike not being able to give you pics with the chappie's sometimes.

I dislike being banned form the computer.

I dislike having writers block, or not being able to type up my story.

But I like my story.

I like the little newspaper articles and computer posts at the beginning.

I like that this story is not going down the drain.

And I like that the next chapter has already been typed up, so I can post it whenever I like . . .

I like you guys.

Stick around. Razz

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:50 pm

Okay....that was intersting to know....NOT...LOL

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:50 pm

Ok...*sticks around*

Subject: Re: $.MANSIONS.$ Thu Jul 24, 2008 5:11 pm

Good!

Even though I won't post the next chapter today . . .

$.MANSIONS.$ - Page 3 Snapsh31

Liline was ice-skating and fell over, and Zora stifled her laugh and Becca went to help the poor girl . . .