The Door on a Beach [EDITING]

Chapter 14: A Whole New World

Boo
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She had not meant to have Nani deliever the note for her, looking back on it she really wished she had done it herself. It would have meant so much more.

Nani had just happened to be going up to Lilo's room, and had poked her head in on her way.

"What's that?" She asked, head poking in her room followed by the rest of her gracefully curved body.

Boo shrugged, folding the paper into fourths as she had finished writing and proofreading her story for mistakes. "Just the beginning of an assignment me and Lilo are working on together."

Nani had already approched close enough to run her fingertips across the top edge of her looselead. "Do you want me to take up to her? I was just heading up to have a bit of s talk with her." Her voice trailed of in a nervous tone.

Boo fought the tinge of a grin that tried to temp itself onto her face, knowing that Nani had come by her room as a sort of practice round before approaching her sister. Instead she thought of how much less pressure it would be o have someone else do it for her.

Enough pressure that she said yes, allowing Nani to take the page from her hands, pale and clammy with fear of Lilo's critique.

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Now she sat on the edge of her bed thinking of the hundred things that might have gone wrong with the story.

Eventually, after an excrutiatingly long time Boo decided she needed to get out of her own head, knocking twice on the closet door, ignoring the fact that it was probably turned on anyways.

The tipped her head through, checking to see what the 411 was with her friends, but there was no one in sight. Though in her efforts to leave the world behind, to stop thinking about what some girl thought about her story, she stepped inside. The door swung shut behind her, fully even as she paused in wait for the click.

She lay lounged on the couch, flipping through channels, occasionally stopping to watch a show for a few moments before a commerical clicked to the screen, annoying her back to surfing. She did this for hours before falling asleep for gods knew how long.

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When she awoke Mike and Celia were sitting on her legs at the end of the couch.

"What do you think you're doing on my legs?" Boo lifted herself up on her elbows, giving herself a clear view to glare at Mike from.

Mike turned his body, realizing the girl had awakened. He blinked. "I think the better question is what you you doing here."

Boos face flared bright red. They were so not doing this right now? Were they? She could? She would never if...

"I just need to get out to think, or rather, not to think." Her eyes stared downward and if her legs were entrapped she would have bury herself with herself.

Celia cocked her snake covered head in question. "What were you not thinking about?"

This is where is face became so red and blushed she had to turn away from her audience to mumble. "Lilo."

Mike only did what should be considered his beachball version of a shrug. "I mean you just moved in with some obnoxious girl, it's fine if it's getting to you."

Boo willed away a tear, eyes focusing downwards to no see their faces. "That's... That's not what I meant."

A silence stretched across the room, not quite understanding. "You mean you like her? Is that why your face is so red?" Mike asked.

"Is this her first crush?" Celia asked. "I'd that why's she's so embarrassed."

Mike thought for a moment. "It actually might be."

"Awweee." The purple one exclaimed.

Boo was in awe. "You mean the... the gender thing isn't like... a thing."

Both monsters looked confused. "You mean gender? That kind of more of a human thing. I mean I've gotten the gist of is from your tendencies and magazines and whatnots over the years. I mean we have out whole reoroduction bit still so its still kind of more uncommon but it's not... out of the ordinary."

Celias explanation made a lot of sense and suddenly she felt embarrassed for feeling weird about such a thing.

It wasn't long, just a few seconds, before she yanked out her legs, inviting herself out. Pausing only to pick up the folded paper that had been slid under the closet door.

Short Story part 2 Ali

She hadnt meant to be so mean to the girl, it only came out that way from suprise. As a near defense mechanism.

This girl wore a tattered robe that covered her body but she had taken the hood down, face obvious proof to the fact that she didn't belong on these streets and if he didn't belong here why was she.

Ali was getting impatient and was nearing the point of forcibly having her leave the house.

"My name is-" she began in a regal, official sort of tone that made Ali want to punch her in the face.

The girl started again. "I'm Jaz."

Ali scoffed. "No one is called Jaz. So I hope you don't expect me to go around calling you your highness either."

The girls mouth gaped. "That's suppose to be secret."

She didn't know how she expected someone to recognize her, to not just be able to delve into this girls soul without even trying. Maybe she just paid a lot of attention to the princess is all, sabotaging princes. Not that she needed to since they always waltzed out even more arrogant than when they went in.

Despite this, Ali didn't lighten her stance. She wanted to, but so much could go wrong. This was the princess!

Even though Ali's arms were still stiffly crossed and face hard. Jasmine reluctantly stepped forward, in efforts to be close to the girl.

Without thinking, as instinct, Ali tugged the robe off her shoulders, exposing the princess for all that she was.

"Hey!" She gasped, alarmed by the sudden disrobing.

Underneath however Jasmine wore fine teal silk and golden bangles that clanked down her wrist.

Abu's eyes widened into greedy discs at the sight of them, forcing Ali to step lightly on his tail as he bolted. "Those aren't yours to take."

Jasmine found a considerably comfortable looking spot to sit as the temperamental girl chided her pet.

Jasmine attempted to make conversation and sometimes Ali would too but the night was spend with short burst of conversation and long drags of awkward silence.

It wasn't until the sky began to turn pink with dawn the Jasmine finally kept up claiming she should have been at the castle hours ago. I considered grumbling something about how she should have then left hours ago but she did not want to. As she had, in a way, enjoyed the girls presence.

Ali jumped up as well, swaggering to the ledge, and stepping off.

Jasmine covered her mouth with her hand, stumbling forward to look over the edge of the building, where Ali stood in wait.

On a purple flying carpet.

Ali held her hand out to her. "Do you trust me?"

Ali prayed the girl would take her hand and say yes.