Post by afrodita on May 17, 2006 18:29:53 GMT 1
Here is story about Bill and Tom. I was wrote this story and Aisha translated. I hope you like it. ;D
*** (Tom)
I woke up in a messy room. I didn’t quite remember the last day. I got up, jumped over the suitcase that was lying on the floor and yawned. When I was looking in the mirror I saw a bleary face with the black circles in all their greatness.
I yawned again and I finally knew where I was the other night. That was a crazy party. I felt sorry for Bill, staying bored at home again. Sometimes he was really boring when he was avoiding every kind of party.
I brushed my teeth and then I went to woke up Bill. But there was no need. When I walked through his doors, I noticed he was sitting at the labtop, all fresh and rested.
“Morning Bill,” I yawn again.
“Morning Tom. You woke up early as regards that you came home at 4 o’clock in the morning.” Bill was chuckling.
“Bill, you don’t know what the ‘party’ word means. I will buy you a dictionary for your birthday,” I chuckled at my great idea.
Unbelievable how grown up was Bill. And that was very annoying sometimes.
“Tom, I’m just not like you, who sleep with every girl on the corner,” Bill said peacefully. He was still all in the computer.
“Bill, shut up! You’re just jealous because the girls don’t like you,” I grinned again.
“Hey, did you wake up with the left leg again?” he finally laughed at me.
“Oh, I’m just so sleepy that is dismay. What we have in plan for today?” I was interested.
“That thing for the DVD, you know, we’re gonna shoot the answers for those fan questions,” he answered.
“Noooo, and I have these awful black circles! That’s not happening to me,” I was getting really pissed off when I looked in the mirror again. I noticed a mini pimple on the forehead.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Bill!!! Pimple!!!” I screamed.
“Where?” Bill asked bored.
I looked him with the angry face, ‘because he didn’t know that this could spoil our career. Well, I’m just joking actually.
“Take my powder if it’s so urgent. And put on some clothes before.” He laughed when he noticed, that I was still scaring around with boxer underpants on.
I looked him angrily again but I started to laugh too. I took his powder, which was lying in Bills drawer.
“You dolly,” I teased him.
“Tommy, Tommy. And what are you doing now?”
“Well, it’s a pimple and this is a disaster. The world spins in that way. The girls would notice my pimple when they’ll watch the DVD,” I was convinced to myself.
I hated these little things, which were on my face, waiting to scratch them.
*** (Tom)
I woke up in a messy room. I didn’t quite remember the last day. I got up, jumped over the suitcase that was lying on the floor and yawned. When I was looking in the mirror I saw a bleary face with the black circles in all their greatness.
I yawned again and I finally knew where I was the other night. That was a crazy party. I felt sorry for Bill, staying bored at home again. Sometimes he was really boring when he was avoiding every kind of party.
I brushed my teeth and then I went to woke up Bill. But there was no need. When I walked through his doors, I noticed he was sitting at the labtop, all fresh and rested.
“Morning Bill,” I yawn again.
“Morning Tom. You woke up early as regards that you came home at 4 o’clock in the morning.” Bill was chuckling.
“Bill, you don’t know what the ‘party’ word means. I will buy you a dictionary for your birthday,” I chuckled at my great idea.
Unbelievable how grown up was Bill. And that was very annoying sometimes.
“Tom, I’m just not like you, who sleep with every girl on the corner,” Bill said peacefully. He was still all in the computer.
“Bill, shut up! You’re just jealous because the girls don’t like you,” I grinned again.
“Hey, did you wake up with the left leg again?” he finally laughed at me.
“Oh, I’m just so sleepy that is dismay. What we have in plan for today?” I was interested.
“That thing for the DVD, you know, we’re gonna shoot the answers for those fan questions,” he answered.
“Noooo, and I have these awful black circles! That’s not happening to me,” I was getting really pissed off when I looked in the mirror again. I noticed a mini pimple on the forehead.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Bill!!! Pimple!!!” I screamed.
“Where?” Bill asked bored.
I looked him with the angry face, ‘because he didn’t know that this could spoil our career. Well, I’m just joking actually.
“Take my powder if it’s so urgent. And put on some clothes before.” He laughed when he noticed, that I was still scaring around with boxer underpants on.
I looked him angrily again but I started to laugh too. I took his powder, which was lying in Bills drawer.
“You dolly,” I teased him.
“Tommy, Tommy. And what are you doing now?”
“Well, it’s a pimple and this is a disaster. The world spins in that way. The girls would notice my pimple when they’ll watch the DVD,” I was convinced to myself.
I hated these little things, which were on my face, waiting to scratch them.
