Paste!

[Shizuka Mikudou]

Simple as, paste whatever it is last that you copied, whether a whole page of lyrics, or some random activation code xD

I'll go first:

She sells seashells by the Seashore

(lol don't ask what I was doing >w<)

[Camille Delorme]

Camille Delorme

for another game

[Hoss Palkan]

SignMaker.class.

The partial name of a file I was searching for.

[Admin]

338397

I was working on a new skin

[Shinichi Kurosaki]

i642.photobucket.com/albums/uu145/tavfox7/Riek1.png
lol

[Admin]

pokemondb.net/pokedex/rufflet

I was thinking of making a trainer.

[Shirotsuki]

i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/Shizuka_Hyuga/Pokemon/Glameow.png
I was editing Tsuki's Pc with an evil Shadow Glameow

[Admin]

Verpiss dich

you don't want to know what it means.



adminnote:Admin Note: so so so sorry Stern.

[Shirotsuki]

Mylona-Daphine
from the Dictionary Game xD

[Mizumaki Hideko]

i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm40/sky_lark2008/banners/CapitalSquare.png

was helping a friend with something.

[Shirotsuki]

i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/Shizuka_Hyuga/Pokemon/Shirotsukiava.png
was getting my avatar xD

[Connor O'Brian]

i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm40/sky_lark2008/Signatures/adminsig-1.png

I was putting up my signature up on my staff account.

[Shinichi Kurosaki]

Was showing a friend this

[Stern]

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I was fighting with this ugly thing and its three siblings...

[Lorelei Ackermann]

I warn you... This is long...

"Crystal and I are complete opposites."

It was true, no matter how you looked at it. I, Gold, had come to this comclusion long ago, and the facts showed up faster then they were proven wrong. We were nothing alike. She was bland in appearance, and I was as good looking as you could get. She always thought before she did something, and I always leapt before I thought. She was serious as could be, and I treated life like... a game, you could say. And, according to Silver, she was smart and I was a... moron. But that wasn't the half of it. Because there was really only one difference between us that truely matter.

I loved her, and she wouldn't care if I jumped off a cliff and died.

I was laying in bed with my every day attire on, tossing that stuffed llama of mine up into the air, catching it, and sending it airborne once more. Zap was everything to me. I'd aquired him at a young age, and he'd been my silent, not all that real therapist. Whenever I had a problem, I'd go to him first, even though he wasn't real and would never be able to respond. It was once I'd realised that that I'd turn to living people for help. This was one of those every day occations when I needed to pour my heart out to someone.

And, since Red wasn't available, I was reduced to chatting Silver's ear off.

"Well, I'm not one for romance," the annoyed male on the other end of the line muttered, "but I hear the phrase 'opposites attract' more times then I'd care to." His tone of voice told me he didn't want to be there, talking to the likes of me about things like love. Of course, he didn't want to talk to me at all. But I wasn't going to let that get in the way of my 'therapy session'.

"Please, I don't believe in that junk." I paused, thinking over what he'd said. "But it scares me that you listen to the gooey romantics who'd say stuff like that."

The pause made my mind form the image of his face turning as red as his hair. As much as he may have denied it, I think that he was actually one of those gooey romantics. I'd occationally stroll in to see him watching some chick flick, or something, only to have him lie and say he was flipping through the channels. I guess this is why I went to him for most of my love affairs.

"If you're going to shoot down my advice, what was the point of coming to me anyways?"

"Well, I need help! How am I supposed to tell her I like her if she'd never return my affection...?" Wow. I was beginning to sound like one of those gooey romantics. "It's so much easier talking to girls at the game corner... I don't understand the difference."

"Well, maybe it's because you treat those girls like things instead of people."

"Yeah..."

"You and Crystal have been friends for almost seven years. Maybe your just worried that, if she does turn you down, your friendship will be ruined to."

"Yeah..."

"And, if Crystal stops hanging around you, I'll probably do the same."

"Yeah... Wait, what? Hey! I feel hurt!" I treated the remark as teasing, however, responding with the smug remark of, "Oh, come on, Silv, you're just trying to hide the fact that you can't live without me. Might be why you haven't hung up yet."

"Shut up," came the terse reply.

"Maybe I should just tell her. And, if I get out of there fast enough, maybe she won't have time to turn me down."

"Good luck with that," he grunted.

"What, no imput?"

"Well, since you obviously have this whole thing figured out..." he practically growled. "I don't know why you even called in the first place... Or why I haven't hung up..."

"Well, just like you can't live without me, I can't without you~!" I joked light heartedly, twirling a finger in the air and letting the worn out llama plush toy drop onto the bed. "You know if she's home? It's almost seven, so she might be at dinner..."

"It's not like I keep tabs on her. Unlike you, I'm not a stalker." There was a long period of silence. I refused to say anything until he spilled the beans and told me what he knew. It must have been killing the red-haired boy on the other end of line, since finally, he muttered in defeat, "Fine. Last time I checked, she was working at home or something. A babysitting job, I think. I wouldn't go over, if I were you. She doesn't take to kindly to having others interupt her when she's doing something important like that."

"And this is the part when I ignore you and do the exact opposite of what you say. Bye, Silv~!"

"No, wait -" The teen's reply was cut short when I hit the end button on my home phone and hung up on him. I always wondered if there was something else he had left to say whenever I hung up on him like that. Heck, I did that every time I called and he actually picked up. But, putting our brief conversation aside, I picked up Zap once again and stared into his black, plastic eyes. "What do you think, Zapperman? You think she won't totally hate me after this is all said and done?"

Silence. But, then again, what else did I expect?

...

'I don't know... Maybe Silver was right about not going to see her...'

I couldn't help but have regrets upon my arrival at Crystal's house. Really, I almost always had regrets whenever I came within ten feet of her with all intentions of spilling out my heart to her. I had, for this reason, packed along Zap to look for comfort if it ever got... awkward. Just knowing he was nearby was always helpful. With him stuck in my back pack, there was little a thing to worry about.

Or, at least, I hoped...

I could feel a lump forming in the back of my throat as I reached out my arm to tap her door bell. Was I really ready to tell her I liked her? She'd always hated me... Maybe this wasn't exactly the best idea in the world. But, before I could stop my finger from hitting the button, I felt cold plastic meet my soft skin and heard her cute little door bell chime ring from indoors. My entire body tensed with the question: stay, or run away? I must have thought a little to long, since when I finally decided to turn tail and run, the door creaked open just slightly before being flung wide.

Instead of meeting blue eyes, like I'd expected, my golden eyes met hazel ones. I was staring at the form of a girl no older then four or five.

"Uh... What...?"

After a moment of hesitation, the little girl called into the house, "Cryssy! There's a weird guy here!" Cryssy...? Oh, yes, Silver had said Crys was baby sitting. Was this young girl the person she was watching over...? Well, it made more sense then just some random girl. The blonde had absolutely no resemblence to Crystal, after all... There was silence - me not knowing what to say, and Crystal probably deciding what to do - before a tired voice from deep inside the home called out to the younger female.

"Does he have black, spikey hair?"

"Yep."

"A stupid baseball cap?"

"Uh-huh."

"A baggy red jacket and yellow shorts...?"

"Yeah!"

"... Tell him to go away."

Looking back at me with those hazel eyes of her's, the little girl said hastily, "She says I have to tell you to go away. Bye-bye!" With that, she slammed the door in my face. Literally. I staggered backward, holding my injured nose and just barely hearing a 'Lock it, too' coming from indoors. Stupid cap? Well, that hurt. But telling me to go away? I wouldn't take it hands down. So, instead, being the stalker that Silver called me, I manuevered around the house, stepping on exposed branches and twigs and getting even more injuries then usual. Finally, I came to a window that looked low enough for me to crawl through if I climbed a little bit. Actually, I was about to do just that...

Until I saw Crystal in the kitchen, cleaning.

Tapping a finger on the glass, I called, "Come on, Crystal, I know you hate me, but this is just cruel!" At first, she didn't hear me. Or, at least, was choosing to ignore me. But I kept on tapping at that window until finally, she put down the washcloth she was using to scrub down the counters with and came over to the window. "Oh, see? I guess you aren't totally heartless. Mind opening up and letting me in? It's kinda chilly out here."

"Gold! It's eight o' clock at night! I'm baby sitting, too!" she cried, not unlocking the window. "You being over will just be a distraction! I can't let you in!"

"But... But... I came all this way to see you..." I muttered, feeling utterly defeated.

"Then you can go all that way back home!"

"No way, Super Serious Gal! Just five minutes. Please? I've got something important to tell you!"

She glared at me, those blue eyes of her's burning with a sort of aggitation that I'd only ever seen her look at me with. I, in turn, looked at her with the best puppy Poocheyena eyes I could muster. She had to let me in, she just had-

My thoughts were cut short as she let out a deep shy and, reaching out with those delicate hands that belonged to her and her alone, unlatched the lock on the window. She then shoved

it open, letting the cold air rush into her tiny little home. It blew into her face, making her pig tails move ever so slightly. The was an expecting look in her eyes, and I didn't need to ask why. If I wanted in so bad, and she'd just given me my only entrance, I might as well have taken it.

However, when I tried to crawl through, I found myself face to face with a thin screen.

Crystal smiled at me, her grin almost... almost… evil.

"Problem?" she asked me ever so innocently, and I half expected that comical image – the troll face, wasn't it…? – to appear instead of her usual features.

"Crys!" I whined, not even using my typical nickname for her. "You said you were going to let me in!"

"I said nothing of the sort," she countered, turning around, grabbing her towel, and twirling it on the tip of her finger. "I just opened the window to let in a little air. I made you assume I was letting you in; I had no intention do actually do that, though."

"I was right! You are heartless!"

She said nothing. Instead, she turned and started wiping down her counters again, whistling especially loud in order to drown out my cries of protest.

"I didn't want to do this," I muttered, fingering through the contents of my pack and pulling out a pair of scissors, "but you've left me no choice…" …What? A man couldn't carry a pair of scissors in his backpack? Some people, so critical… Anyway, I began sawing into the screen with the sharp edges. I'd cut a whole just big enough to crawl through and get inside. Then what would Crystal say? She'd be speechless!

"Gold, whatever you're doing, cut it out!"

She didn't even bother looking over her shoulder to see what I was up to or make sure I was doing as I was told. So, happy as a Cloyster, I continued clawing into the mesh. And, finally, the last piece was cut…

"Ta-da!"

I shouted as loudly as I could, jumping down from her counter with such pride and cockiness, it could have put some others to shame. When that blue-haired companion of mine swerved around, I got the chance to see the greatest facial expression gifted to us by some higher being.

"How did you –"

"A magician," I said, snatching the towel away from her and twirling it no my index finger like she'd done before, "never reveals his secrets."

"Get out of my house before I call the police!"

"Oh, come on, Super Serious Gal, don't tell me you are elated to have me in your presence. Like I said before, I've got something important to tell you!"

"Well, I've got something to tell you!" She stormed over with all the rage that could make someone soil themselves and, for a moment, I actually flinched. She ripped the towel out of my grasp, leaving a red mark in its wake, and glared at me with even more hatred then Silver mustered on a daily basis. "Get. Out. Of. My. House."

"Look, Crys, you don't have to –"

"Moron! When I tell you to do something, you do it! This is the reason why you're such an idiot! Because you can't get anything past your thick skull!" Some of her anger – okay, a lot… She had quite a bit to spare… - must have rubbed off on me, sense I felt my own rage boiling over at this.

"Hey, mind your own business, Super Serious Gal. We're not all little goody two-shoes like you!"

"Goody two-shoes? You got a death wish, or something?"

We continued on like this for almost an hour, screaming at one another and cussing like sailors.

See? Told you~! I had to copy this from FF.net onto Open Office in order to continue writing. I think 2500 words is pretty far in. ^^