Post by Summer McCoy on Jul 26, 2006 20:19:15 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: So, Chelsea, do you have anything planned for me at this little party of ours? I mean, you did get me something right?
Chelsea York: Um…sure.
Summer McCoy: YOU DIDN’T GET ME ANYTHING?!
Chelsea York: I never said that!
Summer McCoy: Worst friend ever.
The scene opened up in the car of Summer. The day was bright and sunny, although it was pretty late. It was about seven at night, but the sun still shined. Summer was in her ‘new‘ car of course. Anyone could tell what her color car would be. PINK! You guessed it! She drove in her car, stopping at the red stop lights, going at the green lights. She was a decent driver. But, driving had absolutely nothing to do with this matter. She indeed was a wrestler. The ONLY diva wrestler in HWF.
Summer McCoy: You better have something for me.
Chelsea York: I do…I think.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea…
Chelsea York: I’ll go pick something up then.
Summer McCoy: So you didn’t have anything for me?
Chelsea York: Ugh…
Summer bit her bottom lip. Of course she wanted a present on her birthday. He didn‘t? I mean, correct adults would say that they would rather not have presents. Summer was the completely the opposite of that. She wanted everything she could get her hands on.
Summer McCoy: Ugh is right!
Chelsea York: Be an adult and say that you’d rather not have a present, please?
Summer McCoy: But, then I wouldn’t be adult-like by lying, right?
Chelsea York: Be glad that Mike got you something.
Summer McCoy: Who the hell is Mike?
Chelsea York: Aye, aye, aye! Do you listen when I talk to you on the phone? Or are you just ignoring me completely?
Summer McCoy: A mixture of both.
Chelsea York: My boyfriend’s name is Mike!
Summer McCoy: Ooh, and mine’s James.
Summer could hear Chelsea on the other line sighing. Was Summer that full of herself, that she actually got her friends mad at her? Summer hoped not, but she knew it was true. She was too full of herself to care about anyone else. That‘s just how it is, and she couldn‘t change anything about that. Well, actually she could, but decided not to.
Summer McCoy: You know what, Chels…
Chelsea York: Hm?
Summer McCoy: Just stay home and don’t get me anything. I don’t deserve it, honestly. Oh, and tell Mike to return that present. Why should he buy me one, if I don’t even know him? Tell him I told him that he’s very polite, but might as well return it and get his money.
Summer couldn‘t believe she actually told Chelsea to return that gift. Had she gone mad? She was actually acting like an adult! And if you are wondering, why she never did act like one, is because she likes staying young and fresh. She doesn‘t want to become some old grouchy person. Staying grouchy young, will make her fun when she‘s older, right? Summer thought much different than ‘regular‘ people did. She was just…an odd ball, if you will.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, tell him to return whatever gift he got me. I really don’t deserve it, and you know that. What have I done that is so deserving? Yeah. Nothing. I never got him anything, hell he doesn’t even know me.
Chelsea York: No, I didn’t mean it like that. You deserve this present, and will get it. You are very deserving!
Summer McCoy: For what, Chelsea? For what?
Chelsea York: Everything!
Summer McCoy: No. You deserve gifts, Chelsea! You’re the best manager I ever had. Far better than Madison. You were always there for me. I could always trust in you. And, you may have came off as a stupid girl, but you learned your ways, Chelsea.
Chelsea York: You aren’t buying me…a gift…on your own birthday party!
Summer McCoy: Oh, yes I am. It isn’t like it’s my birthday today. I am buying you something. You deserve something.
Chelsea York: For what?!
Summer McCoy: For being my best friend! I never gave you anything, Chelsea. Not even for your birthday. I saw how you would look at me, as if expecting something, and then I just tear it down. I am getting you something.
Chelsea York: I’ll just give it back to you.
Summer McCoy: Oh no you won’t. Now, bye. I just found a rich store right around the corner. Ooh, I shop at that store too.
Chelsea York: Summer, no!
Summer McCoy: Summer, yes!
Chelsea York: Please, don’t buy me anything. I cannot accept it, Summer. If you give me that, I will return it and buy you something back!
Summer McCoy: Oh, but I planned on throwing away the receipt.
Chelsea York: No! Summ--
As Chelsea tried her hardest to get her last message through to Summer, it didn‘t come. She turned off her phone before Summer could hear after no. She didn‘t want Chelsea to get upset or anything, she just wanted to give her friendly partner a gift that she well deserved.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, we are going to give you a new friendship ring. I hope you’ll like it, because you’ll be wearing it everyday.
Summer smirked as she approached the shop. She parked her car right in front of it, right next to a sign that specifically says: NO PARKING! She could care less, after all, she would be in and out. The police wouldn‘t come that quick.
Summer McCoy: Hm…
Summer quickly ran into the store. Her facial expression turned from devious to happiness. It was as if she was in wonderland. The accessories that they had were just…simply stunning! Summer needed to look around. But, as she thought about it, she realized her car was in a no parking zone. She ran to a worker and smiled.
Summer McCoy: The nicest ring you have, pronto!
The worker began to run towards the ring, trying to save Summer some time. She followed behind him, smiling as she saw the ring. It was covered up a bit, so all she could really see was the glimmering pink.
Summer McCoy: It looks lovely!
Worker: But, I haven’t even shown you it yet, ma’am.
Summer McCoy: I’ll take it!
Worker: Shall I show you it, first?
Summer McCoy: I SAID I’LL TAKE IT!
The worker completely got scared and abruptly began to wrap up the ring in a magnificent baggage. It was just gorgeous, Chelsea would love it dearly. Summer smirked as she grabbed the baggage and looked around a bit. She saw some really nasty looking rings.
Summer McCoy: Did someone by the name Scotty Blaze make these?
Worker: No, ma’am. These were actually mad--
Summer McCoy: Didn’t ask.
Summer rolled her eyes, as the worker looked a bit offended. After all, she was interrupting him after everything he said. She began to walk away from him, thinking he was rather an annoying worker than helpful.
Summer McCoy: I’m positive Scotty made those ugly ass rings.
Worker: They are not ugly!
Summer McCoy: Coming from you, ugly must be the next century of rings. You have no style. Oh, and Mr. Gay, change the hair, it’s way too tacky.
The worker‘s eyes bulged out after she called him gay. It wasn‘t a big deal for her, because she didn‘t know if he really was gay or not. The worker looked very angered as she ran out of the shop and towards her car, that was completely safe.
Summer McCoy: I’m glad no one touched you baby.
But, as that was said, she could hear an alarm from a police car. Shit. That was the first thing to pop into her mind. She slowly turned around to face the noise, but sighed from relief.
Summer McCoy: Phew. It’s chasing that other car.
She wiped her forehead and quickly jumped into her car. She then began to speed a bit more than what she should‘ve, trying to race to Chelsea‘s house. The party was to start soon.
Summer McCoy: Well, seeing that it will take some time to get there, why don’t I make myself more comfortable, and talk trash about Scotty? Eh?
Summer giggled softly.
Summer McCoy: He wouldn’t care, seeing as he likes to copy me and go in his closet. I mean, I don’t understand how someone like him could be such a great wrestler. Maybe because he copies people. Hm…
Summer giggled again. She was quite the…giggler. Summer stopped as she then began to turn her car, speeding pretty fast.
Summer McCoy: In bed, I like to take things fast, and keep this man entertained. But, Scotty on the other hand…psh. He can’t keep his MEN entertained. They usually ask him to go faster, well, they ALWAYS ask him to go faster. I just don’t see how hard it is. I tell my man to go as fast as possible. He listens.
Summer smirked softly. This point was not only calling him gay, but also saying he was horrible in bed. All men try to compare each other, saying who is best in bed, and yada, yada, yada. Summer was just embarrassing him even more than what she already did. Scotty couldn‘t embarrass Summer. She could never get embarrassed, she would accept it and walk it off.
Summer McCoy: But, not everyone can be as good as Summer.
Summer smirked. She always did compare herself with others, and make them feel down. Hell, she even made kids feel down. If they asked how could they become a wrestler, she would tell them the straight out truth. “You‘re going to look like shit when you‘re older, so don‘t try.” Summer was a badass like that, but had the stuff to prove it.
Summer McCoy: I talk the talk, but I also walk the damn walk. You might think that this will be an easy victory, but don’t think it like that. IT WON’T. Well, actually it will be. An easy victory for me!
Summer giggled softly once more.
Summer McCoy: Oh, Summer. You crack me up.
Summer giggled softly as she then approached Chelsea‘s house. She quickly parked the car and jumped out of the car, running as fast as possible to her door. She knocked on it, the ring in her left hand. No one answered, so she knocked really hard this time.
Summer McCoy: Open the damn door!
Summer sighed, getting no response, but the door then flung open. Summer opened her eyes widely and smiled, it was Chelsea. She gave her an abrupt hug and smiled, handing her the gift.
Summer McCoy: Here’s your gift. Accept it, okay?
Chelsea York: Fine, but I owe you big time.
Summer McCoy: Sure, whatever.
Sumemr walked into Chelsea‘s house, sighing as she jumped onto her couch. She stretched out her legs, smiling.
Chelsea York: Comfortable?
Summer McCoy: Yup.
Chelsea York: Well, you’ll be even more comfortable when you see this.
Summer stood up, as Chelsea motioned her too. Summer raised her eyebrow as she followed behind her. Summer‘s smile completely grew as she spotted James, her boyfriend, approaching them. She quickly ran to him and gave him a hug.
Summer McCoy: Oh my god! James!
James Marshall: Summer! How are you?
Summer McCoy: Ten times better.
James chuckled softly as Summer held his hand and walked with him towards the couch. Chelsea ran upstairs to finish getting dressed. Summer smiled softly as she sat beside him.
Summer McCoy: You made it.
James Marshall: Yup.
Summer McCoy: Thanks, this party won’t be too bad now. It’ll be great. I have my boyfriend, and my best friend here.
James nodded as Summer smiled. Chelsea then came running downstairs, looking a bit sad. She sighed as she walked towards them.
Summer McCoy: What happened, Chels?
James Marshall: Yeah.
Chelsea York: Well, sorry to say, but Mike can’t make it. They are making him stay at work to finish off his CD.
Summer McCoy: You never told me that he was a singer.
Chelsea York: Maybe just you two should go. I don’t want to ruin anything between you two, alright?
Summer McCoy: No, Chelsea.
Chelsea York: Sorry…
Summer sighed as Chelsea began to walk away. Summer couldn‘t do anything to change her mind, although Mike not coming wasn‘t too big.
James Marshall: Wait!
Chelsea turned around slowly, Summer staring at James.
Summer McCoy: What?
James Marshall: Let’s have dinner here. That way, all three of us could have fun.
Chelsea York: I have no wine, or champagne. I have no beer…I have nothing to eat. We couldn’t have it here.
James Marshall: No, I’ll go and buy some stuff. I’ll be right back, okay guys, er girls.
With that said, James quickly stood up and ran out, hoping into his car and driving off. It happened so fast, Summer just stared at Chelsea.
Summer McCoy: Is this fine with you?
Chelsea York: I…guess. I don’t want to ruin anything between you guys.
Summer McCoy: You won’t alright? You’ll just make things more funnier and…better, alright? I really want you to be with us.
Chelsea York: Thanks, Summer. You really make me feel special.
Summer McCoy: Aw, you’re welcome.
Summer smiled softly as she then held Chelsea‘s hand. Chelsea smiled back at her. Summer then stood up and walked with her into the kitchen.
Summer McCoy: Why don’t we set up the table and everything, so when he comes, we can just start cooking right away?
Chelsea York: Be my guest.
Summer smiled softly as she then grabbed some plates. Chelsea grabbed some forks and spoons, and even butter knives. They walked over to the table and began to set it up.
Summer McCoy: You think I’ll do fine tomorrow in my match?
Chelsea York: Of course, Summer.
Summer smiled softly as she then finished with the plates. There would only be three people, so it was pretty quickly done. Chelsea smiled, finishing the napkins as well.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, I know I don’t say this often, but thank you. Thank you very much for everything you’ve done. You’ve done much more than you think, thank you much.
Chelsea York: Aw, Summer. You’ve done so much for me. Training me and all. You even brought me into the wrestling business. Thank you much.
Summer smiled and gave Chelsea a hug as they heard the doorknob ring. Then, in came James with Mike, the both of them smiling. Summer and Chelsea were both excited, and as they walked them towards the kitchen, the scene slowly faded, them all having a great time, and Summer having the birthday that she always wished to have.
Chelsea York: Um…sure.
Summer McCoy: YOU DIDN’T GET ME ANYTHING?!
Chelsea York: I never said that!
Summer McCoy: Worst friend ever.
The scene opened up in the car of Summer. The day was bright and sunny, although it was pretty late. It was about seven at night, but the sun still shined. Summer was in her ‘new‘ car of course. Anyone could tell what her color car would be. PINK! You guessed it! She drove in her car, stopping at the red stop lights, going at the green lights. She was a decent driver. But, driving had absolutely nothing to do with this matter. She indeed was a wrestler. The ONLY diva wrestler in HWF.
Summer McCoy: You better have something for me.
Chelsea York: I do…I think.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea…
Chelsea York: I’ll go pick something up then.
Summer McCoy: So you didn’t have anything for me?
Chelsea York: Ugh…
Summer bit her bottom lip. Of course she wanted a present on her birthday. He didn‘t? I mean, correct adults would say that they would rather not have presents. Summer was the completely the opposite of that. She wanted everything she could get her hands on.
Summer McCoy: Ugh is right!
Chelsea York: Be an adult and say that you’d rather not have a present, please?
Summer McCoy: But, then I wouldn’t be adult-like by lying, right?
Chelsea York: Be glad that Mike got you something.
Summer McCoy: Who the hell is Mike?
Chelsea York: Aye, aye, aye! Do you listen when I talk to you on the phone? Or are you just ignoring me completely?
Summer McCoy: A mixture of both.
Chelsea York: My boyfriend’s name is Mike!
Summer McCoy: Ooh, and mine’s James.
Summer could hear Chelsea on the other line sighing. Was Summer that full of herself, that she actually got her friends mad at her? Summer hoped not, but she knew it was true. She was too full of herself to care about anyone else. That‘s just how it is, and she couldn‘t change anything about that. Well, actually she could, but decided not to.
Summer McCoy: You know what, Chels…
Chelsea York: Hm?
Summer McCoy: Just stay home and don’t get me anything. I don’t deserve it, honestly. Oh, and tell Mike to return that present. Why should he buy me one, if I don’t even know him? Tell him I told him that he’s very polite, but might as well return it and get his money.
Summer couldn‘t believe she actually told Chelsea to return that gift. Had she gone mad? She was actually acting like an adult! And if you are wondering, why she never did act like one, is because she likes staying young and fresh. She doesn‘t want to become some old grouchy person. Staying grouchy young, will make her fun when she‘s older, right? Summer thought much different than ‘regular‘ people did. She was just…an odd ball, if you will.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, tell him to return whatever gift he got me. I really don’t deserve it, and you know that. What have I done that is so deserving? Yeah. Nothing. I never got him anything, hell he doesn’t even know me.
Chelsea York: No, I didn’t mean it like that. You deserve this present, and will get it. You are very deserving!
Summer McCoy: For what, Chelsea? For what?
Chelsea York: Everything!
Summer McCoy: No. You deserve gifts, Chelsea! You’re the best manager I ever had. Far better than Madison. You were always there for me. I could always trust in you. And, you may have came off as a stupid girl, but you learned your ways, Chelsea.
Chelsea York: You aren’t buying me…a gift…on your own birthday party!
Summer McCoy: Oh, yes I am. It isn’t like it’s my birthday today. I am buying you something. You deserve something.
Chelsea York: For what?!
Summer McCoy: For being my best friend! I never gave you anything, Chelsea. Not even for your birthday. I saw how you would look at me, as if expecting something, and then I just tear it down. I am getting you something.
Chelsea York: I’ll just give it back to you.
Summer McCoy: Oh no you won’t. Now, bye. I just found a rich store right around the corner. Ooh, I shop at that store too.
Chelsea York: Summer, no!
Summer McCoy: Summer, yes!
Chelsea York: Please, don’t buy me anything. I cannot accept it, Summer. If you give me that, I will return it and buy you something back!
Summer McCoy: Oh, but I planned on throwing away the receipt.
Chelsea York: No! Summ--
As Chelsea tried her hardest to get her last message through to Summer, it didn‘t come. She turned off her phone before Summer could hear after no. She didn‘t want Chelsea to get upset or anything, she just wanted to give her friendly partner a gift that she well deserved.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, we are going to give you a new friendship ring. I hope you’ll like it, because you’ll be wearing it everyday.
Summer smirked as she approached the shop. She parked her car right in front of it, right next to a sign that specifically says: NO PARKING! She could care less, after all, she would be in and out. The police wouldn‘t come that quick.
Summer McCoy: Hm…
Summer quickly ran into the store. Her facial expression turned from devious to happiness. It was as if she was in wonderland. The accessories that they had were just…simply stunning! Summer needed to look around. But, as she thought about it, she realized her car was in a no parking zone. She ran to a worker and smiled.
Summer McCoy: The nicest ring you have, pronto!
The worker began to run towards the ring, trying to save Summer some time. She followed behind him, smiling as she saw the ring. It was covered up a bit, so all she could really see was the glimmering pink.
Summer McCoy: It looks lovely!
Worker: But, I haven’t even shown you it yet, ma’am.
Summer McCoy: I’ll take it!
Worker: Shall I show you it, first?
Summer McCoy: I SAID I’LL TAKE IT!
The worker completely got scared and abruptly began to wrap up the ring in a magnificent baggage. It was just gorgeous, Chelsea would love it dearly. Summer smirked as she grabbed the baggage and looked around a bit. She saw some really nasty looking rings.
Summer McCoy: Did someone by the name Scotty Blaze make these?
Worker: No, ma’am. These were actually mad--
Summer McCoy: Didn’t ask.
Summer rolled her eyes, as the worker looked a bit offended. After all, she was interrupting him after everything he said. She began to walk away from him, thinking he was rather an annoying worker than helpful.
Summer McCoy: I’m positive Scotty made those ugly ass rings.
Worker: They are not ugly!
Summer McCoy: Coming from you, ugly must be the next century of rings. You have no style. Oh, and Mr. Gay, change the hair, it’s way too tacky.
The worker‘s eyes bulged out after she called him gay. It wasn‘t a big deal for her, because she didn‘t know if he really was gay or not. The worker looked very angered as she ran out of the shop and towards her car, that was completely safe.
Summer McCoy: I’m glad no one touched you baby.
But, as that was said, she could hear an alarm from a police car. Shit. That was the first thing to pop into her mind. She slowly turned around to face the noise, but sighed from relief.
Summer McCoy: Phew. It’s chasing that other car.
She wiped her forehead and quickly jumped into her car. She then began to speed a bit more than what she should‘ve, trying to race to Chelsea‘s house. The party was to start soon.
Summer McCoy: Well, seeing that it will take some time to get there, why don’t I make myself more comfortable, and talk trash about Scotty? Eh?
Summer giggled softly.
Summer McCoy: He wouldn’t care, seeing as he likes to copy me and go in his closet. I mean, I don’t understand how someone like him could be such a great wrestler. Maybe because he copies people. Hm…
Summer giggled again. She was quite the…giggler. Summer stopped as she then began to turn her car, speeding pretty fast.
Summer McCoy: In bed, I like to take things fast, and keep this man entertained. But, Scotty on the other hand…psh. He can’t keep his MEN entertained. They usually ask him to go faster, well, they ALWAYS ask him to go faster. I just don’t see how hard it is. I tell my man to go as fast as possible. He listens.
Summer smirked softly. This point was not only calling him gay, but also saying he was horrible in bed. All men try to compare each other, saying who is best in bed, and yada, yada, yada. Summer was just embarrassing him even more than what she already did. Scotty couldn‘t embarrass Summer. She could never get embarrassed, she would accept it and walk it off.
Summer McCoy: But, not everyone can be as good as Summer.
Summer smirked. She always did compare herself with others, and make them feel down. Hell, she even made kids feel down. If they asked how could they become a wrestler, she would tell them the straight out truth. “You‘re going to look like shit when you‘re older, so don‘t try.” Summer was a badass like that, but had the stuff to prove it.
Summer McCoy: I talk the talk, but I also walk the damn walk. You might think that this will be an easy victory, but don’t think it like that. IT WON’T. Well, actually it will be. An easy victory for me!
Summer giggled softly once more.
Summer McCoy: Oh, Summer. You crack me up.
Summer giggled softly as she then approached Chelsea‘s house. She quickly parked the car and jumped out of the car, running as fast as possible to her door. She knocked on it, the ring in her left hand. No one answered, so she knocked really hard this time.
Summer McCoy: Open the damn door!
Summer sighed, getting no response, but the door then flung open. Summer opened her eyes widely and smiled, it was Chelsea. She gave her an abrupt hug and smiled, handing her the gift.
Summer McCoy: Here’s your gift. Accept it, okay?
Chelsea York: Fine, but I owe you big time.
Summer McCoy: Sure, whatever.
Sumemr walked into Chelsea‘s house, sighing as she jumped onto her couch. She stretched out her legs, smiling.
Chelsea York: Comfortable?
Summer McCoy: Yup.
Chelsea York: Well, you’ll be even more comfortable when you see this.
Summer stood up, as Chelsea motioned her too. Summer raised her eyebrow as she followed behind her. Summer‘s smile completely grew as she spotted James, her boyfriend, approaching them. She quickly ran to him and gave him a hug.
Summer McCoy: Oh my god! James!
James Marshall: Summer! How are you?
Summer McCoy: Ten times better.
James chuckled softly as Summer held his hand and walked with him towards the couch. Chelsea ran upstairs to finish getting dressed. Summer smiled softly as she sat beside him.
Summer McCoy: You made it.
James Marshall: Yup.
Summer McCoy: Thanks, this party won’t be too bad now. It’ll be great. I have my boyfriend, and my best friend here.
James nodded as Summer smiled. Chelsea then came running downstairs, looking a bit sad. She sighed as she walked towards them.
Summer McCoy: What happened, Chels?
James Marshall: Yeah.
Chelsea York: Well, sorry to say, but Mike can’t make it. They are making him stay at work to finish off his CD.
Summer McCoy: You never told me that he was a singer.
Chelsea York: Maybe just you two should go. I don’t want to ruin anything between you two, alright?
Summer McCoy: No, Chelsea.
Chelsea York: Sorry…
Summer sighed as Chelsea began to walk away. Summer couldn‘t do anything to change her mind, although Mike not coming wasn‘t too big.
James Marshall: Wait!
Chelsea turned around slowly, Summer staring at James.
Summer McCoy: What?
James Marshall: Let’s have dinner here. That way, all three of us could have fun.
Chelsea York: I have no wine, or champagne. I have no beer…I have nothing to eat. We couldn’t have it here.
James Marshall: No, I’ll go and buy some stuff. I’ll be right back, okay guys, er girls.
With that said, James quickly stood up and ran out, hoping into his car and driving off. It happened so fast, Summer just stared at Chelsea.
Summer McCoy: Is this fine with you?
Chelsea York: I…guess. I don’t want to ruin anything between you guys.
Summer McCoy: You won’t alright? You’ll just make things more funnier and…better, alright? I really want you to be with us.
Chelsea York: Thanks, Summer. You really make me feel special.
Summer McCoy: Aw, you’re welcome.
Summer smiled softly as she then held Chelsea‘s hand. Chelsea smiled back at her. Summer then stood up and walked with her into the kitchen.
Summer McCoy: Why don’t we set up the table and everything, so when he comes, we can just start cooking right away?
Chelsea York: Be my guest.
Summer smiled softly as she then grabbed some plates. Chelsea grabbed some forks and spoons, and even butter knives. They walked over to the table and began to set it up.
Summer McCoy: You think I’ll do fine tomorrow in my match?
Chelsea York: Of course, Summer.
Summer smiled softly as she then finished with the plates. There would only be three people, so it was pretty quickly done. Chelsea smiled, finishing the napkins as well.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, I know I don’t say this often, but thank you. Thank you very much for everything you’ve done. You’ve done much more than you think, thank you much.
Chelsea York: Aw, Summer. You’ve done so much for me. Training me and all. You even brought me into the wrestling business. Thank you much.
Summer smiled and gave Chelsea a hug as they heard the doorknob ring. Then, in came James with Mike, the both of them smiling. Summer and Chelsea were both excited, and as they walked them towards the kitchen, the scene slowly faded, them all having a great time, and Summer having the birthday that she always wished to have.
