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The female human beings that we had once been were left behind the second we put that disc into place in the PS2.
The clicking sound of the machine closing set us shaking in anticipation.
The whirring of the game being set into motion had us rocking on our heels.
The sweet sound of the piano melody of 'Dearly Beloved' playing through the speakers almost brought us to tears.
WHAT HAD WE BECOME???
The answer?
Obsessed, excited, immature teenage girls who have no lives.
Scratch that.
Playing Kingdom Hearts WAS my life. Along with Aki's. FYI: not healthy. Don't let this happen to YOU.
Hours went by, both of us taking turns until our thumbs were sore. We spent ten straight hours trying to defeat that game. And what became of it?
Success.
Popcorn bowls, popcans, pillows, blankets, sketchbooks, candywrappers, random miscilaneous shit littered my den floor. And at four in the morning, that all was scattered when we reached the end. Jumping up, slapping high-fives, and yelling in joy, we let out our energy that should have long-ago been drained.
"Finally!" Aki sighed and rested her head on my shoulder.
"Yeah," I agreed. "That was some game. Sad ending,though."
"You know it doesn't end, Aiko. The third one comes out in November."
"I know. I want it for my birthday."
"Ditto."
I frowned. "I still don't like the way Kairi says 'We're home.' It doesn't sound right."
My best friend laughed. "I think someone is a little jealous. Let me remind you, my dear; he is a video game character!"
"But still!!! Sora prolly won't even be in the third one!" I loved Sora, and that was one hell of a depressing thought.
"You don't know that. But now it is time to get your pretty little obsessed head to sleep."
"I'm not tired! You honestly can't be either, not after that rush of beating the game!"
"Hey, it wore me out. I did most of the fighting, anyway. You just sat on the sidelines and cheered for Sora- when I'M the one playing!!! No, I think you need some dreamy-time."
I 'hmmphed'.
But then she started humming a lullabye that had me out in three seconds.
And I started to dream.
Oh, what a dream I had.
Dearly Beloved {2}
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