:lol:thats also what I said!!!:wink3:

:wink3: *starts pacing*

:lol:a porny snowball fight???

Ara that would be quite interesting:wink3::wink3:

shhhhhhhh! i'm thinking!

 

...

 

how would you make a porny snowball fight? never mind. i don't need details :P

what else to write about

:lol:I would have gladly given you details:P a regular snowball fight!!!!if you wont I will

I'll do it!!!!

I'll do a porny snowball fight if you guys want?

What do you think?

:lol: seriously? :laugh3: thats the thing though...how would you go about writing it?

:lol:I would have gladly given you details:P

:sneaky:

 

Spill it!

/perv

 

@jknc: YAAAAAY! O/

:oreally Dianna??:hug:you just made my day!!:lol:

 

that would be a great story:D:D:D:D:D

:sneaky:

 

Spill it!

/perv

 

@jknc: YAAAAAY! O/

 

:lol:/toomuchperv Im a bad bad girl:smug:

i mean...:rolleyes: you can't just throw the guys in the middle of antarctica and *idea!*

 

AMY I'M STEALING YOUR IDEA

 

(i used to sue the world...)

 

i think...

hey!!Antartica is my story setting:Pit can be in Iceland

 

wait!!!what idea??

no no no no noooooooooo! i had a beautiful story and i deleted it!!! :bigcry:

:bigcry::bigcry::bigcry::bigcry:

NO!!!!!!:(aww not again

:hug:its ok Laura:)

it was sooooooo gooood :bigcry: i'll try to retype it...but i lost the happy :(

:(awww

:bigcry::bigcry:

Another great fanfic is lost!!! :sad:

HAPPY'S BACK!!

:dance::dance::dance:

:dance::dance::dance:

Yay!!!!!:lol:cant wait!!!!

I would like to acknowledge Kyra…(I used part of MAMA in my fic :shy: )

 

PENNY

 

 

“Why are we here?” Will shivered inside his loose coat. “Why bloody Antarctica?”

 

Jonny shrugged. “I hate these fanfic authors. Thinking they can put us wherever they want when the want.”

 

“Do you know what I’ve been through?” Will complained, gazing around the barren landscape.

 

“What you’ve been through?!” Guy frowned, pulling his hood up over his head. “Try having to kiss you!” He spat at the ground. “DISGUSTING!”

 

Chris was laying on the ice, his body curled around Jonny’s ankles. He looked up at Jon and smiled. They didn’t mind fanfics so much.

 

“How are we supposed to survive out here?” Jon looked away from Chris’ eyes. “It’s fucking Antarctica!”

 

Guy shrugged.

 

“LOOK!” Chris had jumped up and was pointing to a large tent that had suddenly appeared.

 

The boys ran into the tent, taking a seat. After about five minutes of blankly staring at each other

 

“I’m hungry,” Chris moaned.

 

“Hey! Check this out!” Guy found a sleeping bag, and, unrolling it, discovered a knife and some matches. “The authors love us afterall!”

 

Will sighed. “Guy, we’re still in Antarctica.”

 

“Anyways…” Guy tugged on Chris’ coat. “Chris and I’ll go find some grub…”

 

“But…but” Chris made a pouty face.

 

“And Jon and I can try to make a fire,” Will suggested.

 

Jonny sighed. “Go on, Chris.”

 

“FINE!” Chris stomped out of the tent, Guy following behind him.

 

After a good ten minutes of scanning the area, the two finally spotted a group of penguins…

 

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MEANWHILE

 

Will sighed. “I just wish we had something to actually light on fire…”

 

“Are you positive there’s nothing in the sleeping bag?” Jon moaned, head in his hands.

 

“Positive.” Will double-checked just to be safe. “Hey…uh…Jonny…are…uh…are you wearing your hat?”

 

“Course! I always wear my ha-wait a sec! You can’t burn my hat!”

 

“But Jon!”

 

“I love this hat like a child,” Jonny began to fake cry, a trick he’d picked up from Chris. “Please don’t hurt it!”

 

Will sighed.

 

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BACK ON THE ICE

 

Guy ran as fast as he could, his lungs cramping from the loss of oxygen. He leapt high into the air, crashing beside a penguin, whose legs he immediately grabbed. “GOTCHA!”

 

“Nooooo!!” Chris came running. “You’re not going to kill it, right?”

 

“Chris, this is survival of the fittest. It’s either he dies…” Guy made a serious face, “or we do.”

 

“But its so cute!”

 

Guy had begun dragging it back to the tent.

 

“Can I at least hold it?”

 

“Fine,” Guy turned around, letting Chris cradle the penguin in his arms.

 

Chris kissed the penguin’s cheek. “You’re such a cute lil penny. Yes you are! Yes you are! RUN PENNY RUN!” Chris slid the penguin as far away from Guy as possible.

 

“CHRIS!! WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM?! THAT WAS OUR FOOD! NOW WE’RE GOING TO DIE AND GOD!” Guy collapsed onto the ice. “You really hate us, don’t you?!” Guy looked towards the sky. “Well, Mr. Writer, I HATE YOU MORE!”

 

Chris shook his head, placing his hand on Guy’s shoulder. “It’s not that bad…maybe they’ll grant us some moch-lattes.”

 

Guy sighed with agony, lumbering back to the tent.

 

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BACK AT THE TENT

 

The boys had gathered together, sharing stories of their misfortunes. They huddled together in the tent, trying to share body heat and brace the cold night.

 

Chris’ eyes opened cautiously. “Well, hi!” Sitting on Chris’ lap, was the penguin. “And, how are you, Penny?”

 

“Meep.”

 

“Wonderful.” Chris hugged the penguin tight to his chest.

 

All of a sudden, the tent filled with a bright light, and Chris blacked out.

 

~

 

I woke up crushed to the edge of the chair by someone’s body. I twisted my head around and saw that it was Guy, who was using my chest as a mattress. “Darn writers.”

 

 

:lol:

 

"He looked up at Jon and smiled. They didn’t mind fanfics so much." :heart:

 

@jknc---I loved the last paragraph especially. :lol:

 

M A M A

PART 7

 

 

 

 

I woke up crushed to the edge of the chair by someone’s body. I twisted my head around and saw that it was Guy, who was using my chest as a mattress. His head was nestled on my shoulder, and he was apparently asleep. I blinked, looking for Jonny. He was on the couch, definitely fast asleep. His arms were thrown out at odd angles, and the blanket was on the floor. Yes, he was definitely sleeping.

 

“Guy!” I moaned, prodding him in the stomach with my elbow. He groaned and tried to move away, but there was no room. He opened his eyes blearily and groaned once more.

 

“Ow, my head…”

 

“What the hell are you doing down here? On my chair?” I hissed, trying to squeeze away.

 

“Shit…Chris? Is this your arm?”

 

“Yes, that’s my arm.”

 

“Okay. Sorry. And, um…to answer your question…I got lonely.” I was silent for a moment.

 

“You were lonely, so you had to sleep in the same chair as me?”

 

“Well, I tried sleeping along the back of the couch first, but I kept falling off. You’re the affectionate type, aren’t you? I figured you wouldn’t mind.” Guy actually had a point there. I really didn’t mind. I was just pissed because he’d been so mean to me last night.

 

Then I noticed something. There was a perfectly big, empty chair opposite me. “Wait a moment. Why not just sleep on the other armchair? The one on the other side of the couch.” There was a pregnant pause.

 

“I was…cold.”

 

Suddenly, just like that, Mama appeared. I squeaked, making Guy wince and clutch at his head in pain.

 

“Ow! Watch it, I have a hangover!”

 

“Ma…Mam…Mama…!”

 

“She’s back?” whispered Guy, clutching at my arm. “Oh, god… I was hoping everything was a bad dream brought on by the gallons of alcohol I drank last night…”

 

“Hello boys.” said Mama, waving. I practically sobbed in fear, while Guy let out a high-pitched squeal. “Oh, no need for that, Mr. Berryman! You’re a fine, strong boy. I’m sure you could defend yourself if needed.” Guy shrugged slightly, sitting up a bit straighter. I finally gathered enough courage to move, so I decided to stand. Guy watched me nervously while Mama just kept smiling.

 

“What is Jonny in danger from?” I demanded.

 

“I can’t tell you, I’m afraid.” she said, frowning. “But go to my flat for a clue.”

 

“What? Why can’t you tell us?” asked Guy, crossing his arms.

 

“It’s against the rules to meddle with the affairs of the living.”

 

“So you’re…breaking the rules by being here?” I wondered aloud. She nodded, suddenly looking downcast.

 

“But I couldn’t let my grandson…” before she could finish, she disappeared into thin air. I blinked, confused. Guy stood up and looked around.

 

“What was she going to say?”

 

“I don’t know!” I groaned, clutching at my hair desperately. “Shit!”

 

“What’s going on?” Jonny asked blearily, sitting up on the couch. “Chris? Guy?”

 

“Come on, Jon.” I interrupted him. “We’re going to Mama’s house. Now.”

 

"Well, I tried sleeping along the back of the couch first, but I kept falling off. You’re the affectionate type, aren’t you? I figured you wouldn’t mind."

:lol:

keep it up, kyra!! :whip:

 

 

I'll do it!!!!

I'll do a porny snowball fight if you guys want?

What do you think?

 

 

:shocked3:

DOOO ITTTT!! :D

I would like to acknowledge Kyra…(I used part of MAMA in my fic :shy: )

 

PENNY

 

 

“Why are we here?” Will shivered inside his loose coat. “Why bloody Antarctica?”

 

Jonny shrugged. “I hate these fanfic authors. Thinking they can put us wherever they want when the want.”

 

“Do you know what I’ve been through?” Will complained, gazing around the barren landscape.

 

“What you’ve been through?!” Guy frowned, pulling his hood up over his head. “Try having to kiss you!” He spat at the ground. “DISGUSTING!”

 

Chris was laying on the ice, his body curled around Jonny’s ankles. He looked up at Jon and smiled. They didn’t mind fanfics so much.

 

“How are we supposed to survive out here?” Jon looked away from Chris’ eyes. “It’s fucking Antarctica!”

 

Guy shrugged.

 

“LOOK!” Chris had jumped up and was pointing to a large tent that had suddenly appeared.

 

The boys ran into the tent, taking a seat. After about five minutes of blankly staring at each other

 

“I’m hungry,” Chris moaned.

 

“Hey! Check this out!” Guy found a sleeping bag, and, unrolling it, discovered a knife and some matches. “The authors love us afterall!”

 

Will sighed. “Guy, we’re still in Antarctica.”

 

“Anyways…” Guy tugged on Chris’ coat. “Chris and I’ll go find some grub…”

 

“But…but” Chris made a pouty face.

 

“And Jon and I can try to make a fire,” Will suggested.

 

Jonny sighed. “Go on, Chris.”

 

“FINE!” Chris stomped out of the tent, Guy following behind him.

 

After a good ten minutes of scanning the area, the two finally spotted a group of penguins…

 

-----------------------------------------------------------------

MEANWHILE

 

Will sighed. “I just wish we had something to actually light on fire…”

 

“Are you positive there’s nothing in the sleeping bag?” Jon moaned, head in his hands.

 

“Positive.” Will double-checked just to be safe. “Hey…uh…Jonny…are…uh…are you wearing your hat?”

 

“Course! I always wear my ha-wait a sec! You can’t burn my hat!”

 

“But Jon!”

 

“I love this hat like a child,” Jonny began to fake cry, a trick he’d picked up from Chris. “Please don’t hurt it!”

 

Will sighed.

 

--------------------------------------------------------------

BACK ON THE ICE

 

Guy ran as fast as he could, his lungs cramping from the loss of oxygen. He leapt high into the air, crashing beside a penguin, whose legs he immediately grabbed. “GOTCHA!”

 

“Nooooo!!” Chris came running. “You’re not going to kill it, right?”

 

“Chris, this is survival of the fittest. It’s either he dies…” Guy made a serious face, “or we do.”

 

“But its so cute!”

 

Guy had begun dragging it back to the tent.

 

“Can I at least hold it?”

 

“Fine,” Guy turned around, letting Chris cradle the penguin in his arms.

 

Chris kissed the penguin’s cheek. “You’re such a cute lil penny. Yes you are! Yes you are! RUN PENNY RUN!” Chris slid the penguin as far away from Guy as possible.

 

“CHRIS!! WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM?! THAT WAS OUR FOOD! NOW WE’RE GOING TO DIE AND GOD!” Guy collapsed onto the ice. “You really hate us, don’t you?!” Guy looked towards the sky. “Well, Mr. Writer, I HATE YOU MORE!”

 

Chris shook his head, placing his hand on Guy’s shoulder. “It’s not that bad…maybe they’ll grant us some moch-lattes.”

 

Guy sighed with agony, lumbering back to the tent.

 

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

BACK AT THE TENT

 

The boys had gathered together, sharing stories of their misfortunes. They huddled together in the tent, trying to share body heat and brace the cold night.

 

Chris’ eyes opened cautiously. “Well, hi!” Sitting on Chris’ lap, was the penguin. “And, how are you, Penny?”

 

“Meep.”

 

“Wonderful.” Chris hugged the penguin tight to his chest.

 

All of a sudden, the tent filled with a bright light, and Chris blacked out.

 

~

 

I woke up crushed to the edge of the chair by someone’s body. I twisted my head around and saw that it was Guy, who was using my chest as a mattress. “Darn writers.”

 

oh my god Laura i LOVE this! :lol:

seriously, its amazing. very creative. "RUN PENNY RUN!" hahahaha :laugh3:

well, its technically Yma's idea :rolleyes: *please dont sue me!* :lol:

hahaha well i think you and Yma are both very creative! :D:P

:lol:you did use it:shrug:its okay its way

better and funnier than mine would've been:D:D

:lol:I love chrissy and his cute pengiun saving butt:wacky:and the ending was:wink3::D:D:D