Post by Summer McCoy on Jul 18, 2006 14:05:26 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: So, you finally decided to show your true colors? I can see that they aren’t so pretty and just filled with grieve and envy. It’s alright to envy someone like me, darling. It’s okay to feel the need to be like me. Most people want to be like me, and no, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be me? Summer McCoy. UN-Limited X Champion? The cover girl of many magazines? Having the face and body of an angel? See? Anyone would die and kill to be me. Anyone. But, if you would rather trash talk until you come to the standards of me, that’s fine. I’ve learned from my two years of wrestling not to listen to that crap. And yes, that crap that comes from your mouth will be avoided. I mean, blonde bimbo? If I’m one, then why do I have the title? And you don’t. Why would I be one of the top superstars in HWF? Hm? See? You know nothing. Nothing at all. In fact, you know VERY little. Bomber, honey pie, I never wanted to hurt you. But, on the other hand, Deamon and Bard could lick me silly. They could fall in a ditch and die. Bomber, you’re different. You have a team with potential. Yes, I said it. LJ has some potential in him. Well, anyone does compared to my old team. But, what I’m trying to say here is that LJ, we don’t have to fight through this. We could become friends. A happy family. I could be the mother, you could be the son, Chelsea could be the daughter, and Jake could be the father. How about it? Let’s just all be one big happy family.
As those words escape from Summer‘s mouth, a giggle begins to erupt from behind her, and from her, herself. Obviously this whole thing was a joke. She would never want to team up with BomberJake and LJ Andrews. She would never even put that thought in her head. But, tricking people would never hurt one. Or could it? The giggling that was coming from behind her soon died out as she approached the camera closer. She stood side by side to Summer, a smirk upon her devious face. It was none other than Chelsea York. The beautiful blonde with little wrestling talent. But, don‘t let that fool you. Being trained by Summer McCoy would always help one. And that‘s exactly what Chelsea was doing. Being trained by Summer herself. Chelsea then gazed at the camera, still having that devious smirk. A smirk that would make one cry, or run away. But, if you looked at Summer‘s face, you would melt. Not only because of her beauty, but because of that burning evil glare. The glare that would burn through your body. The glare that could melt you in seconds. It seems the two were using these ‘powers‘ to burn the camera and all the people watching from a far. They after all did hate everyone in the world but themselves.
Summer McCoy: LJ, you might want to watch out. Why don’t you ask Bard, Punk, Fortun, and Bman what I did to them that night. Ask them, go ahead. Ask them what happened on the night I won my belt. It wasn’t just a dropkick and then I managed to escape the ring, no. It was more then that. I tortured them. I made them bleed. I knocked them out. I climbed up that cage, taunted and left, the title upon my shoulder. I made sure that they would grieve that night. I made sure they would never forgot my name, and how they lost to me so horribly.
Chelsea York: And, might I add, I was in the audience, making sure everything went right. Because if not, I would jumped over those stupid fans and run into that cage. I would grab Bard by the head and give him my York-T. I would murder him, kill him. Just like everyone else that deserves to die.
Summer McCoy: I had my back from day one covered by Chelsea. See, when Jake and I teamed up in that one match against Sean and Saul, I was still evil. I never was good. Who the hell do you people think I am? Some bitch that is evil and then turns good just to team up with Jake? NO. Ew. Just, no. That would never happen.
Chelsea York: And, LJ, you might want to watch out. Summer holds grudges for some time. She’s had one with this Brandi Buxton girl for about three years, and the grudge is still on. They joined a federation together by accident, and she made sure Brandi left. Brandi hasn’t been shown for what? Three weeks? She’s probably crying backstage and eating chocolate, turning fatter than what she already is!
The two girls giggled softly. The tone of their giggle would make someone just rip off their ears. You could hear the evil in the giggles. It was almost as if they were in a horror movie and the giggling was to kill their foes. This giggle could kill one. But, then again, that‘s what they wanted. They only thought of themselves. Heck, why not? They are the supreme ones. They are the hottest girls in the world. Why shouldn‘t they be conceited with it? They thought so, and would continue their devious and conceited ways.
Summer McCoy: Listen here, LJ. If you want trouble, continue with your little rants and calling me a bimbo. Continue with it. But, if you are too much of a chicken, stop where you are. Just don’t even cross the line. I’m pretty much positive that you already did cross it, but just don’t push your damn luck!
Chelsea York: Yeah, and you know what? Summer and I don’t even have the time to talk about you. We are very busy with things.
Summer McCoy: Yes we are!
Chelsea York: Like right now. We need to go sign some lovely pictures of us to all of our HWF fans. And then afterwards, we are having a big dinner with all of Summer’s friends and…yeah! Famous people! Oh, and her boyfriend will be attending as well!
Summer McCoy: Yes, so, we better get ready. Chelsea, go into my room and change into your clothes. I’ll be there in a few.
Chelsea York: Of course.
Chelsea nodded slowly as she gazed at the camera. She looked as if she were hypnotized. She slowly walked away from the camera, her eyes steadied on it. She walked backwards towards the door, opening it with one hand. She then pushed it open and walked out, finally taking her gaze off of the camera, in which seemed completely melted by that evil stare.
Summer McCoy: LJ, you actually grew some balls to go and call me out. I give you props for that, okay? But, honestly, you don’t win gold like that. I really do hate people like you. People who seem to only rant and rant all day long about how much they want this belt. That doesn’t prove shit, now does it? Ranting and ranting won’t get you anywhere! So, just back the fuck up and go in your bathroom and like…rub on something.
Summer giggled softly.
Summer McCoy: Hate is such a strong word, now isn’t it? Hating someone would mean you completely dislike them, one hundred percent. It’s almost horrible to say that you hate someone that much, now isn’t it? But, listen here darling, I, one hundred percent positively, HATE you. I do, I honestly do! So, just walk away into your bathroom, get your lotion, grab your Kleenex or whatever and just rub yourself until you learn to be man enough for me!
With that said, Summer flicked off the screen of the camera and returned with that devious smile again. Little kids who would watch this video, would honestly cry to their moms. This video would not be meant for such children. Summer would rate this video about…ages twenty or older. That‘s how much this would hurt one. She then rolled her eyes, gave the camera one last glare and raised her hand in front of it, and walked off into her room, in which Chelsea was already in.
Chelsea York: You did good out there! I loved how you said all those really mean things to him. It just made me want to fight him too!
Summer McCoy: Chels, you do understand that this match will mean a lot? This match is for my belt, Chels. I need to win this. To this very day, I’ve held my title for a month, and a month just doesn’t cut for losing. You know that. I’ve never held a title for such a little time as of a month! And, if I lose this damn match, I will beat the shit out of everyone!
Chelsea York: Including me?
Summer McCoy: Ugh! No!
Summer sighed as she walked over to her bed. The room she was previously in, in which she video taped that whole conversation, was her TV room. She would watch movies in there and just relax. But, now she was in the love room. Her bedroom. The room with the most vibe of the whole house. She just jumped onto her bed and laid down. She then spotted the radio that was gleaming from the sun out and about. She pressed onto the on button and smiled as she heard a song she enjoyed.
Summer McCoy: And all you gotta keep is strong, move along, move along, like I know you do. And even when your hope is gone, move along, move along, just to make it through.
Chelsea York: We move allooong!
The two girls giggled. It seems that they had somewhat a sense of life in them. They weren‘t just always the horrible divas that everyone thought. They could at times be nice, but that usually would never happen. Especially in front of other people.
Summer McCoy: I love this song!
Chelsea York: Duh! But, we better get dressed…we only have about fifteen minutes.
Summer jumped right off of her bed and stared right at Chelsea. She did not just say fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes?! That was all? Only fifteen minutes to get all dressed and put on all of her make up? Just that much time?
Summer McCoy: Say you’re kidding.
Chelsea York: I’m not kidding, but fine. I’m kidding.
Summer McCoy: Why didn’t you warn me that we only had fifteen minutes left to get ready? Chelsea! That isn’t enough time for me!
Chelsea York: Well, why do you think I’m all ready? I was getting ready as fast as possible, and I think you should too.
Summer groaned as she walked over to her closet. She randomly grabbed a purple tank top and a pink skirt, which completely did NOT match. Chelsea sighed, walked over to the purple tank top and pink skirt, in which laid on Summer‘s bed, and she placed the pink skirt back into the closet. She then grabbed out a black skirt and replaced it with that. Those colors at least matched, right?
Chelsea York: Summer, purple and pink is a big no-no!
Summer McCoy: Well, you not telling me we only had fifteen minutes to get ready is an even bigger no-no, don’t you agree?!
Chelsea shrugged and walked out of the room as Summer escorted her out. She then locked the door and sighed, leaning against it. She nodded, walking over to her clothes. She quickly slipped off her high heels and quickly slipped up her skirt. She then replaced her black shirt with the purple tank top, in a matter of seconds.
Summer McCoy: I cannot believe she gave me a fifteen minute notice! I’m just glad that this signing place is close to my house…
Summer sighed as she grabbed a pair of black high heeled boots. The boots heels were very thick and about six inches in size. She smiled softly, checking out herself in her mirror, and then glancing at her clock. She noticed that ten minutes already passed, and she only had five minutes left now.
Summer McCoy: Shit.
She then grabbed her purse and glamorous pink pen, and threw it in there. She then grabbed her make up kit and ran out of the room, trying her hardest to run to Chelsea. She sighed, seeing as in these shoes she couldn’t run at all.
Summer McCoy: Don’t just sit there! Start up the car!
Chelsea got up from the couch and ran outside, her heels much shorter. Summer sighed as she tried her hardest to run after Chelsea. She was pretty fast to be in six inch heels though. She quickly pushed her door open, after Chelsea slammed it on her face, and ran after her, entering the car.
Summer McCoy: Thanks for holding the door for me.
Chelsea York: Oh, no problem.
Summer McCoy: Sarcasm. You just slammed the damn door on my face! You better hope I don’t have any marks or scratches.
Chelsea York: You don’t, you don’t, calm down. Put your make up on too, you look horrible without it.
Chelsea giggled softly, so Summer would know she was just kidding. Summer rolled her eyes and quickly opened up her bag, glancing around at what she could use. She randomly grabbed out a lipstick. EW. The color of it was gothic black. She quickly threw it out the window and grabbed out her rosy pink lipstick, in which always looked great on her.
Summer McCoy: Drive faster.
Chelsea York: Oh yeah, because I can go through cars that are freakin’ stopped in front of me! Ever heard of a red light?
Summer McCoy: Ever heard of shut the hell up?
Chelsea York: Yes…
Summer McCoy: Then do it!
Chelsea rolled her eyes as Summer began to apply the lipstick on her top lip. She honestly didn‘t mean to yell at Chelsea, but it just happened. She was in a rush, a hurry, and didn‘t know what else to say. She then sighed as she put her lipstick away, already done with her lower lip.
Summer McCoy: Sorry for yelling, I’m just all rushed up.
Chelsea York: I figured it was that, or you had your period.
The two divas giggled softly as Chelsea continued driving. Summer continued on putting on some make up, in which wasn‘t needed to perfect her beauty. She then finished with her make up, just in time for them to arrive at the mall for some signings.
Summer McCoy: Did I ever tell you that this was the mall that I got kicked out of the shoe store? For throwing them all around?
Chelsea York: Oh my gosh. I remember that day. It was fun, and plus, that’s when you met--
Summer McCoy: James.
Summer giggled softly as she gazed into the sky, as if seeing his handsome face right now, speaking back to her. She then got cut back into reality as she then began to run into the mall. They both made it in time, which took off so much pressure. They both sat down at a table that was being shot at from people taking pictures of it.
Summer McCoy: All these damn cameras. If I have to touch some ugly ass kid, you can do it instead.
Chelsea York: Ewie, no you.
Summer rolled her eyes as they began to let people walk up to her and Chelsea for autographs. The first kid, or shall I say adult, walked up. He was in his mid twenties or so, and was not that ugly. Summer shrugged her shoulders.
Adult: Could you sign this picture that I printed of you? You just look so gorgeous in this picture and I just love it.
See, right there! Summer would‘ve attacked him for approaching her in such a way, although he was gentle with it. But, she was warned to not be herself, and to be nice to everyone there. She agreed with the owners and smiled at the man.
Summer McCoy: Sure, I can sign that.
Adult: Oh, and could you take a picture with me?
Summer McCoy: Um, sure.
Summer signed his picture of the beautiful blonde bombshell and then stood up. She smiled softly as she walked over to him, taking a picture right next to him.
Summer McCoy: Thank you, and goodbye.
He walked away satisfied with at least touching Summer. Summer just wanted to slap him across the head. But, when this next person walked up, she wanted to kick him in the balls, and hide from his ugly ass.
Teenager: Oh gosh! Summer! You have so fucking hot right now. I would just love to have you in bed with me. But, you could sign this.
Summer rolled her eyes, hiding in her anger towards him. He was your normal teenager, pimples all over his face, braces, and puffy hair.
Teenager: What about a picture?
Summer McCoy: Oh, sorry. I’m not taking pictures, but Chelsea is.
Summer smirked at Chelsea as she was laughing. She abruptly stopped laughing as she heard what Summer said. The kid shrugged and ran over to Chelsea, literally jumping onto her. She closed her eyes as they then took a picture.
Teenager: Will you go out with me, Summer?
Summer McCoy: Taken. Next?
Summer and Chelsea giggled softly, but Chelsea was still a bit angered at Summer. More and more people continued on walking up and getting their things signed and taking pictures with Summer, or Chelsea. After the day was almost over, only one person remained.
Summer McCoy: What would you like me to sign?
Summer wasn‘t looking up at him yet, because she was writing something down onto a piece of paper that was in her little notebook. Chelsea smirked at the guy, seeing he was handsome.
James Marshall: An autograph?
Summer quickly looked up, spotting her boyfriend, James. How romantic! He actually took time out of his day just to visit Summer!
Summer McCoy: Aw! James!
Summer giggled softly, signing his picture of her. It was her favorite picture as well. She was laying down in the beach, smiling towards the camera. A picture in which he only had. No one else had this in their hands.
James Marshall: Surprise.
Summer McCoy: James! I’m so glad you came, you just made my day.
Summer got up and hugged him, but noticed more people coming up from behind him. She gave him a peck on the lips and then sighed.
Summer McCoy: You are going to have to go though. I need to sign these autographs, and this stupid owner won’t let you stay back here with me.
James Marshall: That’s okay. We can hang around tomorrow at our little party. Alright? I’ll call you later, bye babe.
Summer smiled sweetly and waved as he walked off. She sighed as everyone else came up. They were abruptly stopped by security though. Summer smiled softly.
Security: Sorry, but no more autographs for today.
Summer McCoy: Yes!
Chelsea York: I think my hands have melted off of my body.
The crowd couldn‘t hear their conversation though, because everyone was groaning. They all wanted autographs from the two hottest divas at HWF. But, they had to stand back as Summer and Chelsea would leave.
Summer McCoy: Let’s go. I need something to drink.
Chelsea York: I need to go to bed.
The two divas giggled softly as they began to walk away from the crowd. They then entered into the car of Chelsea York and drove off, the moon and the dark starry night only being visible from the dim light that the camera could hold.
As those words escape from Summer‘s mouth, a giggle begins to erupt from behind her, and from her, herself. Obviously this whole thing was a joke. She would never want to team up with BomberJake and LJ Andrews. She would never even put that thought in her head. But, tricking people would never hurt one. Or could it? The giggling that was coming from behind her soon died out as she approached the camera closer. She stood side by side to Summer, a smirk upon her devious face. It was none other than Chelsea York. The beautiful blonde with little wrestling talent. But, don‘t let that fool you. Being trained by Summer McCoy would always help one. And that‘s exactly what Chelsea was doing. Being trained by Summer herself. Chelsea then gazed at the camera, still having that devious smirk. A smirk that would make one cry, or run away. But, if you looked at Summer‘s face, you would melt. Not only because of her beauty, but because of that burning evil glare. The glare that would burn through your body. The glare that could melt you in seconds. It seems the two were using these ‘powers‘ to burn the camera and all the people watching from a far. They after all did hate everyone in the world but themselves.
Summer McCoy: LJ, you might want to watch out. Why don’t you ask Bard, Punk, Fortun, and Bman what I did to them that night. Ask them, go ahead. Ask them what happened on the night I won my belt. It wasn’t just a dropkick and then I managed to escape the ring, no. It was more then that. I tortured them. I made them bleed. I knocked them out. I climbed up that cage, taunted and left, the title upon my shoulder. I made sure that they would grieve that night. I made sure they would never forgot my name, and how they lost to me so horribly.
Chelsea York: And, might I add, I was in the audience, making sure everything went right. Because if not, I would jumped over those stupid fans and run into that cage. I would grab Bard by the head and give him my York-T. I would murder him, kill him. Just like everyone else that deserves to die.
Summer McCoy: I had my back from day one covered by Chelsea. See, when Jake and I teamed up in that one match against Sean and Saul, I was still evil. I never was good. Who the hell do you people think I am? Some bitch that is evil and then turns good just to team up with Jake? NO. Ew. Just, no. That would never happen.
Chelsea York: And, LJ, you might want to watch out. Summer holds grudges for some time. She’s had one with this Brandi Buxton girl for about three years, and the grudge is still on. They joined a federation together by accident, and she made sure Brandi left. Brandi hasn’t been shown for what? Three weeks? She’s probably crying backstage and eating chocolate, turning fatter than what she already is!
The two girls giggled softly. The tone of their giggle would make someone just rip off their ears. You could hear the evil in the giggles. It was almost as if they were in a horror movie and the giggling was to kill their foes. This giggle could kill one. But, then again, that‘s what they wanted. They only thought of themselves. Heck, why not? They are the supreme ones. They are the hottest girls in the world. Why shouldn‘t they be conceited with it? They thought so, and would continue their devious and conceited ways.
Summer McCoy: Listen here, LJ. If you want trouble, continue with your little rants and calling me a bimbo. Continue with it. But, if you are too much of a chicken, stop where you are. Just don’t even cross the line. I’m pretty much positive that you already did cross it, but just don’t push your damn luck!
Chelsea York: Yeah, and you know what? Summer and I don’t even have the time to talk about you. We are very busy with things.
Summer McCoy: Yes we are!
Chelsea York: Like right now. We need to go sign some lovely pictures of us to all of our HWF fans. And then afterwards, we are having a big dinner with all of Summer’s friends and…yeah! Famous people! Oh, and her boyfriend will be attending as well!
Summer McCoy: Yes, so, we better get ready. Chelsea, go into my room and change into your clothes. I’ll be there in a few.
Chelsea York: Of course.
Chelsea nodded slowly as she gazed at the camera. She looked as if she were hypnotized. She slowly walked away from the camera, her eyes steadied on it. She walked backwards towards the door, opening it with one hand. She then pushed it open and walked out, finally taking her gaze off of the camera, in which seemed completely melted by that evil stare.
Summer McCoy: LJ, you actually grew some balls to go and call me out. I give you props for that, okay? But, honestly, you don’t win gold like that. I really do hate people like you. People who seem to only rant and rant all day long about how much they want this belt. That doesn’t prove shit, now does it? Ranting and ranting won’t get you anywhere! So, just back the fuck up and go in your bathroom and like…rub on something.
Summer giggled softly.
Summer McCoy: Hate is such a strong word, now isn’t it? Hating someone would mean you completely dislike them, one hundred percent. It’s almost horrible to say that you hate someone that much, now isn’t it? But, listen here darling, I, one hundred percent positively, HATE you. I do, I honestly do! So, just walk away into your bathroom, get your lotion, grab your Kleenex or whatever and just rub yourself until you learn to be man enough for me!
With that said, Summer flicked off the screen of the camera and returned with that devious smile again. Little kids who would watch this video, would honestly cry to their moms. This video would not be meant for such children. Summer would rate this video about…ages twenty or older. That‘s how much this would hurt one. She then rolled her eyes, gave the camera one last glare and raised her hand in front of it, and walked off into her room, in which Chelsea was already in.
Chelsea York: You did good out there! I loved how you said all those really mean things to him. It just made me want to fight him too!
Summer McCoy: Chels, you do understand that this match will mean a lot? This match is for my belt, Chels. I need to win this. To this very day, I’ve held my title for a month, and a month just doesn’t cut for losing. You know that. I’ve never held a title for such a little time as of a month! And, if I lose this damn match, I will beat the shit out of everyone!
Chelsea York: Including me?
Summer McCoy: Ugh! No!
Summer sighed as she walked over to her bed. The room she was previously in, in which she video taped that whole conversation, was her TV room. She would watch movies in there and just relax. But, now she was in the love room. Her bedroom. The room with the most vibe of the whole house. She just jumped onto her bed and laid down. She then spotted the radio that was gleaming from the sun out and about. She pressed onto the on button and smiled as she heard a song she enjoyed.
Summer McCoy: And all you gotta keep is strong, move along, move along, like I know you do. And even when your hope is gone, move along, move along, just to make it through.
Chelsea York: We move allooong!
The two girls giggled. It seems that they had somewhat a sense of life in them. They weren‘t just always the horrible divas that everyone thought. They could at times be nice, but that usually would never happen. Especially in front of other people.
Summer McCoy: I love this song!
Chelsea York: Duh! But, we better get dressed…we only have about fifteen minutes.
Summer jumped right off of her bed and stared right at Chelsea. She did not just say fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes?! That was all? Only fifteen minutes to get all dressed and put on all of her make up? Just that much time?
Summer McCoy: Say you’re kidding.
Chelsea York: I’m not kidding, but fine. I’m kidding.
Summer McCoy: Why didn’t you warn me that we only had fifteen minutes left to get ready? Chelsea! That isn’t enough time for me!
Chelsea York: Well, why do you think I’m all ready? I was getting ready as fast as possible, and I think you should too.
Summer groaned as she walked over to her closet. She randomly grabbed a purple tank top and a pink skirt, which completely did NOT match. Chelsea sighed, walked over to the purple tank top and pink skirt, in which laid on Summer‘s bed, and she placed the pink skirt back into the closet. She then grabbed out a black skirt and replaced it with that. Those colors at least matched, right?
Chelsea York: Summer, purple and pink is a big no-no!
Summer McCoy: Well, you not telling me we only had fifteen minutes to get ready is an even bigger no-no, don’t you agree?!
Chelsea shrugged and walked out of the room as Summer escorted her out. She then locked the door and sighed, leaning against it. She nodded, walking over to her clothes. She quickly slipped off her high heels and quickly slipped up her skirt. She then replaced her black shirt with the purple tank top, in a matter of seconds.
Summer McCoy: I cannot believe she gave me a fifteen minute notice! I’m just glad that this signing place is close to my house…
Summer sighed as she grabbed a pair of black high heeled boots. The boots heels were very thick and about six inches in size. She smiled softly, checking out herself in her mirror, and then glancing at her clock. She noticed that ten minutes already passed, and she only had five minutes left now.
Summer McCoy: Shit.
She then grabbed her purse and glamorous pink pen, and threw it in there. She then grabbed her make up kit and ran out of the room, trying her hardest to run to Chelsea. She sighed, seeing as in these shoes she couldn’t run at all.
Summer McCoy: Don’t just sit there! Start up the car!
Chelsea got up from the couch and ran outside, her heels much shorter. Summer sighed as she tried her hardest to run after Chelsea. She was pretty fast to be in six inch heels though. She quickly pushed her door open, after Chelsea slammed it on her face, and ran after her, entering the car.
Summer McCoy: Thanks for holding the door for me.
Chelsea York: Oh, no problem.
Summer McCoy: Sarcasm. You just slammed the damn door on my face! You better hope I don’t have any marks or scratches.
Chelsea York: You don’t, you don’t, calm down. Put your make up on too, you look horrible without it.
Chelsea giggled softly, so Summer would know she was just kidding. Summer rolled her eyes and quickly opened up her bag, glancing around at what she could use. She randomly grabbed out a lipstick. EW. The color of it was gothic black. She quickly threw it out the window and grabbed out her rosy pink lipstick, in which always looked great on her.
Summer McCoy: Drive faster.
Chelsea York: Oh yeah, because I can go through cars that are freakin’ stopped in front of me! Ever heard of a red light?
Summer McCoy: Ever heard of shut the hell up?
Chelsea York: Yes…
Summer McCoy: Then do it!
Chelsea rolled her eyes as Summer began to apply the lipstick on her top lip. She honestly didn‘t mean to yell at Chelsea, but it just happened. She was in a rush, a hurry, and didn‘t know what else to say. She then sighed as she put her lipstick away, already done with her lower lip.
Summer McCoy: Sorry for yelling, I’m just all rushed up.
Chelsea York: I figured it was that, or you had your period.
The two divas giggled softly as Chelsea continued driving. Summer continued on putting on some make up, in which wasn‘t needed to perfect her beauty. She then finished with her make up, just in time for them to arrive at the mall for some signings.
Summer McCoy: Did I ever tell you that this was the mall that I got kicked out of the shoe store? For throwing them all around?
Chelsea York: Oh my gosh. I remember that day. It was fun, and plus, that’s when you met--
Summer McCoy: James.
Summer giggled softly as she gazed into the sky, as if seeing his handsome face right now, speaking back to her. She then got cut back into reality as she then began to run into the mall. They both made it in time, which took off so much pressure. They both sat down at a table that was being shot at from people taking pictures of it.
Summer McCoy: All these damn cameras. If I have to touch some ugly ass kid, you can do it instead.
Chelsea York: Ewie, no you.
Summer rolled her eyes as they began to let people walk up to her and Chelsea for autographs. The first kid, or shall I say adult, walked up. He was in his mid twenties or so, and was not that ugly. Summer shrugged her shoulders.
Adult: Could you sign this picture that I printed of you? You just look so gorgeous in this picture and I just love it.
See, right there! Summer would‘ve attacked him for approaching her in such a way, although he was gentle with it. But, she was warned to not be herself, and to be nice to everyone there. She agreed with the owners and smiled at the man.
Summer McCoy: Sure, I can sign that.
Adult: Oh, and could you take a picture with me?
Summer McCoy: Um, sure.
Summer signed his picture of the beautiful blonde bombshell and then stood up. She smiled softly as she walked over to him, taking a picture right next to him.
Summer McCoy: Thank you, and goodbye.
He walked away satisfied with at least touching Summer. Summer just wanted to slap him across the head. But, when this next person walked up, she wanted to kick him in the balls, and hide from his ugly ass.
Teenager: Oh gosh! Summer! You have so fucking hot right now. I would just love to have you in bed with me. But, you could sign this.
Summer rolled her eyes, hiding in her anger towards him. He was your normal teenager, pimples all over his face, braces, and puffy hair.
Teenager: What about a picture?
Summer McCoy: Oh, sorry. I’m not taking pictures, but Chelsea is.
Summer smirked at Chelsea as she was laughing. She abruptly stopped laughing as she heard what Summer said. The kid shrugged and ran over to Chelsea, literally jumping onto her. She closed her eyes as they then took a picture.
Teenager: Will you go out with me, Summer?
Summer McCoy: Taken. Next?
Summer and Chelsea giggled softly, but Chelsea was still a bit angered at Summer. More and more people continued on walking up and getting their things signed and taking pictures with Summer, or Chelsea. After the day was almost over, only one person remained.
Summer McCoy: What would you like me to sign?
Summer wasn‘t looking up at him yet, because she was writing something down onto a piece of paper that was in her little notebook. Chelsea smirked at the guy, seeing he was handsome.
James Marshall: An autograph?
Summer quickly looked up, spotting her boyfriend, James. How romantic! He actually took time out of his day just to visit Summer!
Summer McCoy: Aw! James!
Summer giggled softly, signing his picture of her. It was her favorite picture as well. She was laying down in the beach, smiling towards the camera. A picture in which he only had. No one else had this in their hands.
James Marshall: Surprise.
Summer McCoy: James! I’m so glad you came, you just made my day.
Summer got up and hugged him, but noticed more people coming up from behind him. She gave him a peck on the lips and then sighed.
Summer McCoy: You are going to have to go though. I need to sign these autographs, and this stupid owner won’t let you stay back here with me.
James Marshall: That’s okay. We can hang around tomorrow at our little party. Alright? I’ll call you later, bye babe.
Summer smiled sweetly and waved as he walked off. She sighed as everyone else came up. They were abruptly stopped by security though. Summer smiled softly.
Security: Sorry, but no more autographs for today.
Summer McCoy: Yes!
Chelsea York: I think my hands have melted off of my body.
The crowd couldn‘t hear their conversation though, because everyone was groaning. They all wanted autographs from the two hottest divas at HWF. But, they had to stand back as Summer and Chelsea would leave.
Summer McCoy: Let’s go. I need something to drink.
Chelsea York: I need to go to bed.
The two divas giggled softly as they began to walk away from the crowd. They then entered into the car of Chelsea York and drove off, the moon and the dark starry night only being visible from the dim light that the camera could hold.
