Story Notes:
In one word COMEDY.
Chapter 1
TIME OVER
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Ch 1
Time. What an interesting topic. How do you measure it? In a week, month, year? How many sayings are there about it? Time waits for no man, time keeps marching on, etc...etc...etc.
There is one thing I believe that we all can agree on though. Time is a river, continuously running downhill. Always traveling in the same direction, though at different speeds, going over the many boulders that lay in it's path to which make little ripples that will always be there until they are swept away by the moving current, or just simply forgotten.
What were to happen if you are on a raft and traveling on this river? You could look back and see where you come from, and remember all the boulders that you've gone over, and the other difficulties from the bends and turns. Some times you would wish that you could go back, possibly take a different path, or do something different than what you did back there. It's impossible----or is it?
Do you remember your first crush? Do you remember how you felt as you saw that person for the first time? A warm sensation seems to envelope you and thinking that that person completes you, makes you whole. Now what if that person were out of your social class? To what lengths would you go to get that person to even notice you? This is the story of one such man. A social zero who tires to impress a rich girl.
A young man looks down at his watch to see it read a little after seven. The sun is just now sinking over the horizon on a hot summers day, casting is final ray to make the clouds around him turn all those girly colors. 'I better stop looking up at the clouds and deliver this pizza. Though why would anyone want a pizza way out here is beyond me.' The young man thinks to himself as he presses a little harder on the gas of his pieced together Nissan.
With a small chug the car moves a little faster up the old road. This had been his first car, but because of his low income of being a delivery boy for a pizza joint, it didn't leave him with a lot of money for the upkeeps needed for his car. So he would often have to go to the local junk yard and get the parts he needs to do his own repairs. He had even purchased the car from the junk yard, but back then it had been a beautiful deep green, shone brightly with a new paint job, and was only a few years old. Now the drivers door had to be replaced with a white door due to an incident with an angry customer, the hood was a rusty brown, hanks to an accident with a large truck that backed into his car, and numerous engine problems that were to many to count due to the age of the car.
"Why couldn't I just find a nice job that pays a little more so I could afford a new car." He sighs deep as the drive continues. Eventually he arrives at the house and is astounded by what he sees. Being his first time out here he is shocked by the fact that this place has a drive up driveway, an overly large double black metal gate with spikes on the top, with video surveillance on their brick posts. So he pulls up to the gate and is astounded yet again as the gate opens as he gets closer to it. 'Damn. Whoever lives here must be like filthy rich.' As he moves off he pavement onto a thin tree lined gravel road.
Because the sun is nearly set, he isn't able to see the full scope of the persons front driveway, but what he does see is two fountains on either side of the gravel road with some kind of marble statues, standing in different positions. He thinks to himself that these statues remind him of someone, if only the lighting was a little better then he could probably make them out. 'If this person has fountains in their yard, then there probably even richer than I originally thought.' He smiles to himself, thinking of the tip that he's probably going to get.
Finally after another few minutes he finally arrives at the house and it simply takes his breath away. 'Holly shit! Would you look at the size of this mansion!' The mansion is two stories tall and has three windows away from the middle of the house on each floor. The whole place is a whitish color and from each of the windows there were hanging plants in window boxes. 'I bet that this person has like, twenty cars in their garage, and judging by the sheer size of the place, just as many servants.'
Well those thought would have to be put on hold as he finally arrived at the round about driveway. The driveway circled around a large fountain and it too had a figurine in the middle of it. Though this time the figure was holding an umbrella and water was coming out from the top of it, obscuring the view of the persons face. So parking his car he pulls out his hat from the back seat and fixes it by looking in the rear view mirror. Then grabbing the hot box he got out of the car and walked quickly over to the double doors.
The night air was a brisk reminder of how far up in the mountains this place was but he paid it little mind as he quickly ran up the stairs to the doors, to which he quickly rapped his knuckles on the fine wood. "Delibird pizza delivery. I have a pizza here that needs delivering!" He shouts, not knowing if someone heard him knock due to the sheer size of the place. It was only a moment before the locks in the doors were heard being unlocked. The door only opened a little as a small amount of light escaped from the wedge.
He stared at the opening only for a moment before someone's face appeared. The person had to be an angel, because her eyelashes were quite long, she had a beautiful deep green eye that spoke volumes about her, she had long silver hair that seemed to be made of moonlight with a single strand hanging down the side of her face, and a high cheekbone with a slight blush to it. To say the least he was smitten, and he had only seen a portion of that persons face.
"Just a minute. I'll unlock the door." Said the angel's voice, as the door closed again and the chain was removed or unfastened. When the door finally opened, it was like he was staring at an angel once the pearly gates were opened before him. "Um hello? Aren't you going to give me the pizza or are you going to stand there like and idiot with your mouth wide open catching flies?" She waited a moment then said, "Tsk, typical guy reaction." She said in an annoyed voice, though he heard none of it. He was caught up in all her beauty and rooted to the spot. The girl obviously annoyed rolled her eyes, pulled the pizza out of the opened box and threw in some money. She turned with a flip of the hair and started back inside. That's when he was released from the girls spell.
So as if to make up for his stupidity he started forward to introduce himself only to meet the door face first, as the girl closed it on him. He stayed there for a moment then fell back onto his back with a stupid red smiley face and little birds and stars flying in a circle over his face. And that was only the start of his problems with meeting the girl of his dreams, the holy actress Cassandra.Chapter End Notes:Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
Request for cyberdrake777
Ch 1
Time. What an interesting topic. How do you measure it? In a week, month, year? How many sayings are there about it? Time waits for no man, time keeps marching on, etc...etc...etc.
There is one thing I believe that we all can agree on though. Time is a river, continuously running downhill. Always traveling in the same direction, though at different speeds, going over the many boulders that lay in it's path to which make little ripples that will always be there until they are swept away by the moving current, or just simply forgotten.
What were to happen if you are on a raft and traveling on this river? You could look back and see where you come from, and remember all the boulders that you've gone over, and the other difficulties from the bends and turns. Some times you would wish that you could go back, possibly take a different path, or do something different than what you did back there. It's impossible----or is it?
Do you remember your first crush? Do you remember how you felt as you saw that person for the first time? A warm sensation seems to envelope you and thinking that that person completes you, makes you whole. Now what if that person were out of your social class? To what lengths would you go to get that person to even notice you? This is the story of one such man. A social zero who tires to impress a rich girl.
A young man looks down at his watch to see it read a little after seven. The sun is just now sinking over the horizon on a hot summers day, casting is final ray to make the clouds around him turn all those girly colors. 'I better stop looking up at the clouds and deliver this pizza. Though why would anyone want a pizza way out here is beyond me.' The young man thinks to himself as he presses a little harder on the gas of his pieced together Nissan.
With a small chug the car moves a little faster up the old road. This had been his first car, but because of his low income of being a delivery boy for a pizza joint, it didn't leave him with a lot of money for the upkeeps needed for his car. So he would often have to go to the local junk yard and get the parts he needs to do his own repairs. He had even purchased the car from the junk yard, but back then it had been a beautiful deep green, shone brightly with a new paint job, and was only a few years old. Now the drivers door had to be replaced with a white door due to an incident with an angry customer, the hood was a rusty brown, hanks to an accident with a large truck that backed into his car, and numerous engine problems that were to many to count due to the age of the car.
"Why couldn't I just find a nice job that pays a little more so I could afford a new car." He sighs deep as the drive continues. Eventually he arrives at the house and is astounded by what he sees. Being his first time out here he is shocked by the fact that this place has a drive up driveway, an overly large double black metal gate with spikes on the top, with video surveillance on their brick posts. So he pulls up to the gate and is astounded yet again as the gate opens as he gets closer to it. 'Damn. Whoever lives here must be like filthy rich.' As he moves off he pavement onto a thin tree lined gravel road.
Because the sun is nearly set, he isn't able to see the full scope of the persons front driveway, but what he does see is two fountains on either side of the gravel road with some kind of marble statues, standing in different positions. He thinks to himself that these statues remind him of someone, if only the lighting was a little better then he could probably make them out. 'If this person has fountains in their yard, then there probably even richer than I originally thought.' He smiles to himself, thinking of the tip that he's probably going to get.
Finally after another few minutes he finally arrives at the house and it simply takes his breath away. 'Holly shit! Would you look at the size of this mansion!' The mansion is two stories tall and has three windows away from the middle of the house on each floor. The whole place is a whitish color and from each of the windows there were hanging plants in window boxes. 'I bet that this person has like, twenty cars in their garage, and judging by the sheer size of the place, just as many servants.'
Well those thought would have to be put on hold as he finally arrived at the round about driveway. The driveway circled around a large fountain and it too had a figurine in the middle of it. Though this time the figure was holding an umbrella and water was coming out from the top of it, obscuring the view of the persons face. So parking his car he pulls out his hat from the back seat and fixes it by looking in the rear view mirror. Then grabbing the hot box he got out of the car and walked quickly over to the double doors.
The night air was a brisk reminder of how far up in the mountains this place was but he paid it little mind as he quickly ran up the stairs to the doors, to which he quickly rapped his knuckles on the fine wood. "Delibird pizza delivery. I have a pizza here that needs delivering!" He shouts, not knowing if someone heard him knock due to the sheer size of the place. It was only a moment before the locks in the doors were heard being unlocked. The door only opened a little as a small amount of light escaped from the wedge.
He stared at the opening only for a moment before someone's face appeared. The person had to be an angel, because her eyelashes were quite long, she had a beautiful deep green eye that spoke volumes about her, she had long silver hair that seemed to be made of moonlight with a single strand hanging down the side of her face, and a high cheekbone with a slight blush to it. To say the least he was smitten, and he had only seen a portion of that persons face.
"Just a minute. I'll unlock the door." Said the angel's voice, as the door closed again and the chain was removed or unfastened. When the door finally opened, it was like he was staring at an angel once the pearly gates were opened before him. "Um hello? Aren't you going to give me the pizza or are you going to stand there like and idiot with your mouth wide open catching flies?" She waited a moment then said, "Tsk, typical guy reaction." She said in an annoyed voice, though he heard none of it. He was caught up in all her beauty and rooted to the spot. The girl obviously annoyed rolled her eyes, pulled the pizza out of the opened box and threw in some money. She turned with a flip of the hair and started back inside. That's when he was released from the girls spell.
So as if to make up for his stupidity he started forward to introduce himself only to meet the door face first, as the girl closed it on him. He stayed there for a moment then fell back onto his back with a stupid red smiley face and little birds and stars flying in a circle over his face. And that was only the start of his problems with meeting the girl of his dreams, the holy actress Cassandra.Chapter End Notes:Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended