Post by Ems on Feb 3, 2008 21:27:56 GMT -5
"Oh bloody hell. I hate being in this form,"grumbled the little boy, mutinously under his breath.
He kicked a small pebble as he walked along the sidewalk; his small hands were stuffed in the pockets of his baggy black jeans. A crisp white polo left untucked, layered over the top of the baggy black jeans. An over-sized black suit jacket hung over the polo, giving off the smell of Abercrombie cologne. The tail if the jacket flapped behind him, against the wind.
"Now how am I supposed to get some ladies?"he thought to himself, scowling as he aimed a kick at a large pinecone.
"OH MY GOSH!"belted out a high girl-ish voice above of him.
The boy looked up, flashing bright brown eyes up at the teenage girl.
"HE'S SO ADORABLE!!"squealed the girl as she bent down to pinch the boy's cheeks.
"OH MY GOSH! HE IS! And look! He's even wearing a little tux. Aaw,"cooed her friend as she too bent down to the boy's level.
A sly smirk slid across his face. The girls were both wearing layered thin tank tops. One was wearing a combination of light pink, bright pink, and red; the other wore a combination of baby blue, blue, and dark blue.The perverted little "child" stared straight ahead at their chests.
"Aaw. Are you lost honey?"cooed the girl in the blue, as she pressed her arms against the sides of her chest.
A hint of a bigger smile flashed once on his face as he shook his head.
"Oh-Marika! We have to go! The movie's on in five minutes!"the girl in the pink gasped as she looked at her watch and hooked arms with her friend.
"But Brittany! We can't just leave him!"complained Marika as she started to rise up.
"Marika,"Brittany said, solemnly,"It's Gaspard Ulliel and Jeremy Sumpter. Hottest guys in the world. Remember?"she pulled Marika towards the opposite direction.
Marika's eyes lit up as she sighed dreamily,"My future husbands,"she said in a trance-like voice.
"Come on Marika!"groaned Brittany. She paused and looked down at the boy. "Aaw. Baby, don't be sad,"she crouched down and pressed her arms on the sides of her chest again. "Would you like some chocolate?"
Andrew, whose facial expressions had darkened considerably at the mention of the two girls leaving immediately lit up and nodded furiously, smiling the Flaherty-smile up at her.
Brittany blinked a few times. "You know hon. You remind me of someone..A real pig,"commented Brittany, staring down at Andrew with a ferocious expression.
"Oh come on Brittany. There's no way Andrew Flaherty would even WANT to transform himself into a little kid," snorted Marika as she tossed her curly brown locks over her shoulder. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Besides, how would he get girls if he was a kid?"
"Point taken,"Brittany nodded as she reached into her brown leather messenger bag and pulled out a Chocolate Frog. She handed it to Andrew and ruffled his hair. "Have fun kiddo,"she and Marika bent down and kissed him on both sides of his cheek.
Together, the poor misled girls hurried off, squealing about Gaspard and Jeremy and plotting their future lives with each respective celebrities.
Andrew, on the other hand, had been smiling so widely, even his puffy cheeks began to hurt. He had gotten a kiss from two very attractive teenagers AND he had gotten chocolate. Could life GET any better for the ten year old?
He kicked a small pebble as he walked along the sidewalk; his small hands were stuffed in the pockets of his baggy black jeans. A crisp white polo left untucked, layered over the top of the baggy black jeans. An over-sized black suit jacket hung over the polo, giving off the smell of Abercrombie cologne. The tail if the jacket flapped behind him, against the wind.
"Now how am I supposed to get some ladies?"he thought to himself, scowling as he aimed a kick at a large pinecone.
"OH MY GOSH!"belted out a high girl-ish voice above of him.
The boy looked up, flashing bright brown eyes up at the teenage girl.
"HE'S SO ADORABLE!!"squealed the girl as she bent down to pinch the boy's cheeks.
"OH MY GOSH! HE IS! And look! He's even wearing a little tux. Aaw,"cooed her friend as she too bent down to the boy's level.
A sly smirk slid across his face. The girls were both wearing layered thin tank tops. One was wearing a combination of light pink, bright pink, and red; the other wore a combination of baby blue, blue, and dark blue.The perverted little "child" stared straight ahead at their chests.
"Aaw. Are you lost honey?"cooed the girl in the blue, as she pressed her arms against the sides of her chest.
A hint of a bigger smile flashed once on his face as he shook his head.
"Oh-Marika! We have to go! The movie's on in five minutes!"the girl in the pink gasped as she looked at her watch and hooked arms with her friend.
"But Brittany! We can't just leave him!"complained Marika as she started to rise up.
"Marika,"Brittany said, solemnly,"It's Gaspard Ulliel and Jeremy Sumpter. Hottest guys in the world. Remember?"she pulled Marika towards the opposite direction.
Marika's eyes lit up as she sighed dreamily,"My future husbands,"she said in a trance-like voice.
"Come on Marika!"groaned Brittany. She paused and looked down at the boy. "Aaw. Baby, don't be sad,"she crouched down and pressed her arms on the sides of her chest again. "Would you like some chocolate?"
Andrew, whose facial expressions had darkened considerably at the mention of the two girls leaving immediately lit up and nodded furiously, smiling the Flaherty-smile up at her.
Brittany blinked a few times. "You know hon. You remind me of someone..A real pig,"commented Brittany, staring down at Andrew with a ferocious expression.
"Oh come on Brittany. There's no way Andrew Flaherty would even WANT to transform himself into a little kid," snorted Marika as she tossed her curly brown locks over her shoulder. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Besides, how would he get girls if he was a kid?"
"Point taken,"Brittany nodded as she reached into her brown leather messenger bag and pulled out a Chocolate Frog. She handed it to Andrew and ruffled his hair. "Have fun kiddo,"she and Marika bent down and kissed him on both sides of his cheek.
Together, the poor misled girls hurried off, squealing about Gaspard and Jeremy and plotting their future lives with each respective celebrities.
Andrew, on the other hand, had been smiling so widely, even his puffy cheeks began to hurt. He had gotten a kiss from two very attractive teenagers AND he had gotten chocolate. Could life GET any better for the ten year old?