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| The OMG Worst Love Scene Evah!!1!; I Still Can't Believe I Wrote This! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 27 2008, 01:46 AM (547 Views) | |
| MackenzieW | Jul 27 2008, 01:46 AM Post #1 |
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Title: The OMG Worst Love Scene Evah!!1! Author: MackenzieW Text Based On: A Heat-Filled Passionate Love by...Me. Genre: Humor, Romance Characters: The crew, Francesco and Maria. Warning: Bad romance. But that was the intention. Okay, it's probably not common to spork your own material. But I wrote this for a class assignment and I couldn't stand it, so I tore it up. And I realized this is kinda needed for my next MST or else the beginning won't make sense. “Why did you call us back from our vacation?” Mackenzie asked, walking into the Remote Room of Doom. The gang followed behind her, grumbling. Voldemort stood there, an evil grin twisting his face. “I have found something quite…bad and embarrassing to you, Mackenzie. Do you recall a Heat-Filled Passionate Love?” The color drained from Mackenzie’s face. “It was a class assignment! We were supposed to write the worst love story ever!” she argued. “There was a contest.” “It seems to have some elements of badfic,” Voldemort said. “Well, yeah. Where do you think I got my inspiration from?” “Anyway, I want you to spork it and then you can return to your vacation. Ta!” With that, Voldemort walked out of the room. The green light went off shortly after. “We have badfic sign!” Mackenzie yelled as everyone ran into the theatre. The story was already up on screen. She groaned. “Don’t worry, Mackenzie,” Quatre said. “We understand.” “And if you wrote it, it should be a good laugh,” Erik replied. “Now let’s spork this baby before our Space Mountain fastpasses are up!” Mac: Then I present, “A Heat-Filled Passionate Love” by…well…me. It was a dark, hot, late July night in Madrid. Quatre: As opposed to a bright, cold, early January night in Omaha. The air in the small villa was stuffy, suffocating. *All make choking sounds* Maria sat on the balcony, watching her neighbors celebrate in the courtyard. Sai: Actually it was preparation for a Mary-Sue hunt. Poor Maria didn’t know what hit her. Erik: Neither would those damn Stevens sisters. Sai: Still a bit angry? Erik: Yes, Mac: Err, point Sai and Erik. She fanned herself as she sat only in a white nightgown. Remus: Why white? Jareth: Purity? Mac: Partly…this is kinda based on melodrama and a good melodramatic heroine is always wearing white. She watched the colored lanterns below her dance, the red and orange Erik: I will have to give you credit for this. A regular Suethor would’ve picked their favorite colors and not really cared for what those colors represent. Mac: Thanks? lights dancing before her bedroom. Sai: Everybody MAMBA! Maria wished she could join in the celebration, but she could not be merry until her love returned to her. Remus: Where are those bags? Mac: Yeah…you’re going to need them. *Bags get handed out.* Her heart ached at the fact that he was not near her right now. Jareth: He was smarter than that. Maria sighed. She closed the shutters, determined not to watch the happiness below her when she was so miserable. She threw herself on her bed, All: Ouch! sobbing into her white satin pillows. Erik: Not black silk? Mac: Wait… Jareth: I like the white satin. The sound of her door opening disrupted her wallowing and she lifted her head. Her chocolate eyes, shining with her tears, Remus: You had to, didn’t you? Mac: It’s not bad unless someone’s eyes are shining. Remus: Point Mac. held a glorious sight. “Francisco! You’ve returned at last!” she exclaimed, Quatre: Run, Francisco, run! Erik: Francisco? Mac: What? Did you expect Jose? Erik: From you? Yes. jumping off her bed. Maria ran towards the tall man, clad in black silk. Mac: See? Erik: Of course. You can’t have a bad love scene without black silk. Francisco smiled seductively, making Maria melt. Remus: Quick, get the mop! “Yes, my love,” he said in a heavily accented voice. “We can be together now. Just for this night.” *Erik and Jareth gag* Francisco swept Maria into his muscular arms, causing her dark curls to spill out of her bun. He laid her on the bed. She was breathing faster now, while he seemed not to be affected at all by her heaving bosom. Others: HEAVING BOSOM? Mac: What? Oh…wait… *Drags Quatre out of the theater* He was staring at her creamy legs, Others: now in plain view as her nightgown had hitched up towards her stomach. Hints of lace could be seen underneath. *The guys are now hitting their heads on the back of chairs* Mac: I hate to tell you this, but it only gets worse. Maria could take it no more and pulled it him down, kissing him soundly. *The guys gag* Jareth: Refill please. He began trailing kisses down her neck, causing her to shiver with anticipation. Erik: Mac…I…you’re evil. Remus: I wouldn’t go that far. “I love you,” she whispered before groaning. Jareth: You had to add that line, didn’t you? Mac: What’s a horrible love scene without those three little words? Francisco stopped kissing her and got off the bed. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, Sai: Yes, please stop. watching him with heat in her eyes. Erik: There goes my lunch. “Come back.” Remus: Run away! Francisco didn’t reply, only taking off his black shirt to reveal a well-toned chest. *Remus steals the keyboard. Headkeyboard* Remus: ih;o koslfd;ewah He picked up several roses and scattered the petals across the bed. *Everyone groans* Mac: Yeah, I can’t believe I wrote that too. He returned to her side. “There, now it seems more appropriate for my goddess of love,” he said, kissing her again. Mac: I know! I KNOW! He ran a hand down her arms as she grasped at his hair. The first breeze of the week blew through the room. Erik: Hopefully, it will cool down these pathetic lovers. It played with the curtains around Maria’s bed, causing them to cover the lovers’ forbidden tryst. Mac: And we shall now have a funeral for the part of me that died while writing this. *Sai and Remus hug her. Quatre pops his head in* Quatre: Can I come back now? Erik: Yeah, story’s over. Quatre: Great! *Quatre brings in a flamethrower.* Mac: I love you. Let ‘er rip! *They flame the story into oblivion. And then they run before their fastpasses for Space Mountain are up* Review Here. |
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