“Hello out there in TV land Giddon Yago here with the latest edition of you hear it first. What do the WWE and Mud have in common? And no its not a mud wrestling match with two girls in bikinis. Though that might be true as well. The answer is Puddle of Mudd a new band that is the brain child of Mystic McMahon. Check them out in the recording studio.”
“Now to all you wrestling fans out there no your eyes do not deceive you. The lead singer of Puddle of Mudd is none other than the WWE’s own Edge aka Adam Copeland. And don’t worry unlike that Metal horror show courtesy of Fozzy Puddle of Mudd actually has talent. Look out for them soon. And remember you heard it here first.”
Lucky opened his eyes and sniffed the air again. He pushed back Pyra’s sheets, and sighed at the empty spot on her bed. Around 3am he had given up trying to get Pyra to go to sleep and had gone himself. He sniffed the air one more time and he knew there was no denying that scent. He barreled out of the room and down the stairs tackling the owner of said scent.
“Joshua!” Lucky exclaims as tears of joy stream down his face hugging the man again. “Why didn’t you say you were coming home?! Pyra! Pyra!”
“But you’re back now! Pyra! Get the hell out of those fucking books and say hi to Josh! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Oh I’ve been chilling with Orlando a lot, didn’t notice,” Lucky looks at JC and hugs him again smiling broadly. Continue reading →
Betrayal, it’s the way of the world. The closer a person gets the easier it is to drive the knife into your heart. All the more opportunity to stab you in the back. You always have to wonder how they don’t see it coming. How they don’t see the swipe of the blade. Why they don’t believe what is in front of their very faces. The knife that will stab them in the light.
Pyra watched Quinn as rattled his fingers against the table. The man was not pleased, the plan had been for the three of them to go hang out but Mystic was MIA. She was already an hour late and not answering her cell phone. Which wouldn’t have been such a problem if they were planning to meet in What? but the pair was already off the property and sitting in a night club.
”I’m sorry, but after sitting her waiting like a fool for someone who obviously doesn’t think enough of us to answer a call I’m just not in the mood.”
Pyra blinked. She was annoyed at Mystic but not really, she had been late enough times not to hold it against her. She’d be a hypocrite otherwise. Maybe something important had happened or she was too busy screwing Colin to notice the passage of time.
“Maybe she’s tied up.” Pyra says as Quinn pulls on his jacket and pays for both their drinks though his had remained untouched.
”Jynx, for an ancient spirit that can take care of herself you are quite demanding!” A young man of about 20 says to the cat that had just jumped into his lap as he removes his headphones. Its then he hears the ringing. “Oh.”
”Yes mother, we thought they were dead for so long, their parents, then that strange article in the Profit that pretty much lead to nothing back when I was in Chestnut.” ”I know, but that isn’t what worries me. For someone with no training to not only face Sana but destroy her and her realm so swiftly. It’s uncanny and…”
Lucky was sitting in a fancy Italian restaurant with Andrei. He had casually mentioned he was hungry and now he was being treated. They usually spent a couple of nights a week together, Andrei had told him to order what he wanted and he was staring at the letters on the menu. He knew they were letters and they made words but what letters and what words he had no idea.
“May I take your order” The waiter says. Andrei smiles he had dressed Lucky in Armani, and the boy looked dashing. His pants were a little short on Lucky but the overall effect was amazing. He looked years older and he guessed people took them as brothers or lovers.
“You can just order everything if you don’t know what you want.” Lucky rolled his eyes and shoved the menu to Armand. “What is it?” Continue reading →
Welcome to Sports Entertainment Be yourself. The piece of advice you always receive and almost never listen to.
“Sit down, I’m getting motion sickness,” Chris says. Pyra looks at the five guys and sits on the sofa in between Lance and Justin. Finally the television returns to the show it was giving. A young dark haired guy is standing in front of a tv screen and starts with the lines Pyra wants to hear.
“And now for the number one video of the day, but first lets recap the top ten.” Pyra almost has to stifle a scream. “And the number one video today on Total Request is Nsync with Tearin’ up my heart.
“Wait if it was a tape why didn’t you fast forward?” Justin asks. Pyra scratches her head. Continue reading →
Pyra sighed against Billy’s lips as she was tapped for a third time by a Gryffindor on their way to potions the last class of the day and week as it was Friday.
“Oh dear god, people is it that serious?” Pyra sighed banging her head against her boyfriend’s chest. “Fine I’ll go to the damn class on time you freaking weirdoes.”
”Maroon and gold, can you say ick? I just hate those colors and I will not play any part in them decorating the school.”
”Its okay, but actually I like Ravenclaws colors best,” Pyra said as they picked up their bags and heading off to potions walking in a few seconds before Professor Snape.
“Why Pyra how kind of you to grace us with your presence, in a timely fashion,” Snape sneered causing the Slythern’s in the room to laugh led by a snickering Draco.
Pyra didn’t bother to reply as Snape started to fire off questions related to the homework from the night before ignoring Hermonie’s hand and picking on all the students that avoided eye contact.
Snape had long stopped trying to catch her this way, simply because she always answered loud and clear then went back to looking like a delinquent doodling on the edge of her scroll.
“…is actually a misnomer as there is no light of the new moon but that is the only time of the month where you can safely pick…” Continue reading →
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