SOOOO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!!!!! I lost this chapter and kinda lost inspiration for this story, then I was reading one story that was never finished, feeling mad about it never having an ending so I desided that this story deserved one. I am gonna try and finish this story in about 20 or more chapters. One a day! So sorry for the wait! PS whenever I say shock and not Shock with a big 's' I an saying the emotion. So no sassy chatterback!
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Barrel's POV- I stared in shock at Amethyst. Lock was alos staring, his yellow eyes wide with surprise. Amethyst stared back, a sneering scowl on her pretty crimson lips. She was probably cute. Wait, what? Why did I just think that? 'Uh, let us talk it out for a second." I asked. "But of course." Amethyst purred. Lock recovered, his face going from pale to brilliant red. "Jack would kill us if we did that!" He shouted, glaring at Amethyst. I glanced nervously at Shock. If it came to a fight, all Lock and I had was strenght. Nothing against magic. Shock could possibly at least stand as a threat. It became clear. She had knocked out Shock because, despite whatever Lock thought, she was our group leader and the most likely to be a problem to Amethyst.
"Lock." I said. "Come on. We'll think about it." She sighed, shaking her head. "No can do cutie." She said, her voice a musical suprano. I blushed. Cutie? Me? "I need an answer today." I stepped forward so I was face to face with her. I still couldn't see her face clearly. "We will answer today. We'll talk here. Wake up Shock so she has a say too." I told her, trying to keep my voice firm, though her menancing presance frightened me and made me want to run screaming back to the tree house.
She studied me and Lock for a few heartbeats before snapping her fingers suddenly, surprising us for a second. Suddenly Shock sat up, looking around with confused black eyes. "Shock!" Lock yelled, hugging her. Shock looked at me in surprise but hugged Lock. "Uh... where are we and who is that?" She asked, pointing at Amethyst. "We are in a cave, this is Amethyst Oogie, Oogie Boogie's daughter and she wants us to remake Oogie." I said. She stared at me in surprise. "Uh.... WHAT?!?!??!" She screamed. "Someone acually reproduced with that fugly bug-sack?" She said. "I agree with you. He is fugly and a bug-sack, in more than one way." Amethyst said, sudden blood-red glowing from where her eyes would be.
"Shock, we are gonna discuss this." Lock said, helping her up as we walked to the back of the cave. "Okay, I vote no. Something is wrong with that girl and I refuse to work with such a freakazoid." Lock said right off the bat. "I think we should. It has been boring and dull since he died and who else is gonna give us a legit reason to toriment others?" Shock said. "Barrel, you mkae the desiding vote." Lock said, glaring hot coals at me. He did not like Amethyst and was ordering me to vote no. Shock was doing the same, but for yes. I didn't care. They could beat me black and blue and death wouldn't come. But I needed to make a vote.
I listeneds to my head, which gave me some advice I never heard before. Listen to your heart. I closedmy eyes and suddenly the words tore out of my mouth. "Yes I think we should help her." I suddenly said. "I mean, all she wants to do is be with her dad." I added. We were all slient. we had all be best friends alive and we all wished we could go back to our mothers and fathers. But we couldn't. Lock nodded grudginly.
"Fine." He snarled, stalking over to Amethyst. "We'll help you." He growled, his devil ail lashing from side to side. Amethyst smiled nicely, perfect pearly teeth shining in the half-moonlight. 'Thank you." She said, stepping into the moonlight and pulling off her cloak. The only words that came to mind was exquiset beauty.
She has long, mid-back lenght blond hair, wavy like the ocean and just as shiny and beautiful. She was tall and curvy, a body any model would kill for and legs to drive a guy nuts. She wore, in addition to her knee-lenght red dress that was accented with white lace trim, white leather flats that was a shock with the black soil on the ground. She was pale as the moon and almost seemed to oushine its radiance. Her face. Oh her face. She had the face of an angle. Full crimson lips, the color of the blood that a cherry would have if possible; the most beautiful shade of red. Her nose was perfect, as was her skin. Flushed with the faintest hint of pink in her cheek and a perfect bone structure. Her eyes.... her eyes were indescribable. Her eyes were a dove grey flecked with hints of gold, like a winter hinting at spring just around the corner. They were wide with a child-like innocence, though they also seemed to hold a sly secret. They were framed with thick golden lashes like mini golden feathers at sunset, when everything was basked in gold. Se seemed to hold a grace that caught your attention every when she was motionless.
She was radiant. Beautiful. Lovely. Majestic. None of these words can describe her beauty. She was like the sun, moon and stars in one. Beautiful yet mysterious. Warm yet frozen. Dazzling yet dangerous. Like she had been made out of everything beautful and alluring. Born of elegance and radiance itself. And I realized something.
I had fallen in love with this wonderfully regal-looking girl.
