Hmmm, I'd probably say, "Sorry, Rev, I couldn't resist, your brother's just too damn hot!" But that's just me XD Melinda would never say that. ^^

Meanwhile I'd be in there all over Rev. ;)

I agree with Techfan, Rip is the smex XD

Jetsir wrote:

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I agree with Techfan, Rip is the smex XD

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But Rev is still very sexy, and I honestly think he has a better build than his little brother.

 

Rev seems to have abit more meat on him, however skinny he is.

I bet Rip is REALLY skinny under all those baggy cloths, while as Rev's shape is fairly revealed.

I just realized how kinky the tic's uniforms actuelly are, they look like tight latex if you think about it.

Yes Rip is cute, and I'd put them equal too, now that I think about it.

Just say it was me Jetsir. I make you uncomfortable because I take up the arguement with every single person I think is wrong, and nobody likes to have their opions challenged.

Maybe this will show people why I'm an a**hole.


-- Edited by techfan979 at 21:03, 2008-03-29

Siamese712 wrote:

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You're Leaving!!!

Well I guess we can't make you stay...Well be careful A-cat mite try.

At least you're staying to finish the fic. I guess I will say good by my friend.

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 Thank you, Siamese! You've been so sweet to me! Don't say goodbye yet, I plan to make this story at least twenty chapters long!

Dragon Wing wrote:

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Is there a chance that, over the course of 20 chapters, you might change your mind...?

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 If anything else, this story might be the one thing to change my mind, but right now, I'm really unsure, I have a lot of thinking to do.

Chapter 5

Another awkward moment passed, then Rev turned around and walked slowly out of the room.

Melinda stared after the red-clad roadrunner. She had never seen him move so slow! ‘How weird,’ she thought.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt Rip’s hands on her shoulders, “could you please get off of me?” asked Rip in an annoyed tone as he gently pushed her up.

“Oh, sure,” she said, getting up. She extended a hand to him to help him up.

He took it and stood, he coughed awkwardly and put the last few pieces of silverware on the table, “we should go back out there, the table’s all set.”

Melinda shrugged then smiled, and headed towards the living room with Rip following close behind.

‘Damn! Even after this long, I still can’t figure out how she recovers that fast!’ thought Rip.

When the two of them entered the living room, they found that everyone was staring at them.

Ralph looked at his son quizzically, “did-something-happen-in-there?”

“No!” yelled both Rev and Rip simultaneously. Melinda just chuckled quietly behind her hand; boys could be so weird sometimes.

Rip shifted uncomfortably under the surprised stares of the group, “I finished setting the table…”

Mrs. Runner, quick to defuse the awkward situation, jumped up, “alright!-I’ll-go-check-the-food,-then-we-can-begin-eating,” she then hurried into the kitchen.

“I’ll-go-give-her-a-hand,” said Ralph, and followed after his wife into the house’s kitchen.

Rip, Melinda, and the Loonatics stood there in silence staring at each other until Rev decided to speak, “so-Melinda,-how-long-have-you-known-Rip? I-don’t-think-I’ve-ever-seen-you-here-before.”

Melinda stared at him and arched one of her eyebrows, “Rev, Rip and I have been friends since the 5th grade, I used to come over all the time, don’t you remember?”

Rev went silent for a moment, racking his brains to see if he remembered the young duck before him. He gave her an apologetic look, “I’m-sorry,-Melinda. I-really-don’t-remember-you,” he said, rather embarrassed.

Melinda smiled warmly at the roadrunner, “that’s ok, Rev.”

Rip frowned, he could tell that the smile his friend wore on her face was forced and that she truly had been offended that his brother didn’t remember her, even after all of her visits to their home.

“Time-to-eat,-everybody!” called Mrs. Runner from the dining room.

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As everyone took their seats around the table, Melinda headed for the first seat available, which happened to be next to Tech. Before she could sit, Mrs. Runner rushed over and ushered her away from the green clad hero, “oh-no-no-no,-dear. Don’t-sit-next-to-the-coyote!”

Tech scowled at the roadrunner as Melinda was plopped down in between Rip and Rev. The duck threw Tech an apologetic smile and shrugged in a ‘what can you do?’ manner.

Dinner went on pretty calmly. Rev told stories of his part in capturing a bad guy that had opposed the Loonatics as everyone listened attentively, some adding comments every now and then.

Rip tuned his brother out, ‘as if I need to hear any of this, I could just turn on the news and see it,’ he thought as he idly picked at his food.

The phone rang, Rip stood, “I’ll get it,” he said and went into the kitchen to answer the phone, glad to be out of the room.

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Rip picked up the phone on the third ring, “hello?”

“Why good evening!” said the cheerful, yet somewhat annoying voice of a young woman at the other end of the line, “would you be interested in learning about our new product?”

“No…”

“Super!” She exclaimed, not giving him a chance to get away. It was one of the many tactics of a telemarketer.

She went on for about five minutes without Rip getting a word in edgewise. He finally hung up, and mentally kicked himself as he headed back to the table for actually letting her talk for that long.

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Rip plopped down next to Melinda grumbling something about telemarketers. She just shook her head and went back to her food.

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After dinner was over, everyone went back into the living room to talk. Melinda was having fun listening to the stories the Loonatics had to tell and even shared a few stories of her own. Rip stayed quiet, which was nothing unusual for him, but it was an upset quiet, one that bothered Melinda greatly. She knew that Rip was never in a very good mood when his brother was around, she remembered him acting grumpy around him when they were younger. She didn’t know that it had gotten so bad as to make him terribly upset in his more recent years. That was most likely because Rev had moved out of the house two years earlier and was rarely home.

The doorbell rang, and Rip stood, “I’ll get it…” ‘Is it my duty to do that around here? Get doors and answer phones?’ he pondered bitterly.

Rip opened the door and found himself face to face with a brown male mouse a few inches shorter than him and an extremely tall blonde female dingo with a blank, emotionless stare. They were his friends Hasty Gonzales and Didgerita Dingo.

“Hey guys,” Rip greeted.

“’Sup? What-happened-to-you? You-look-pretty-bad,” observed Hasty in his light Hispanic accent. He spoke fast, almost as fast as Rip’s family, and held an air of coolness and ****iness within his tone of voice.

Didgerita did not speak; her expression remained neutral and stoic. The only sign of emotion in her was that her eyes had softened in concern.

“It’s nothing,” Rip stated.

The two friends understood it as “I don’t want to talk about it” and left it as that, making mental notes to talk to him about it later.

Hasty crossed his arms, “well-are-we-going-to-just-stand-here-all-night,-or-are-we-going-to-go-to-Miss Sourface’s-house-for-practice?” he asked, referring to Didgerita as “Miss Sourface”.

Didgerita smacked Hasty upside the head.

“Ow! Oh-come-on,-cutie,-you-know-I-was-just-joking!” Hasty complained, rubbing his sore head.

Rip rolled his eyes. Hasty could be such a nuisance at times.

Melinda walked up beside Rip, “hey guys!”

Didgerita waved. Hasty approached the duck and put an arm around her waist, pulling her close, “hey,-girl,-you’re-looking-hot-today,” he said to her softly, his eyes trailing up and down her figure, or lack there of.

“Uh, thanks…can you get off of me now?” Melinda asked, though it sounded more like a command.

Rip wrenched the womanizing mouse off of Melinda, “alright, alright, enough flirting. Can we go now?” he asked impatiently.

“Now,-Rip. You-know-it’s-rude-to-leave-while-company’s-over!” Harriet scolded.

“But Mom…” Rip whined. He really didn’t have the energy for this.

“Now-Harriet,” said Ralph, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulders, ”just-let-him-go.”

“Alright,” Harriet sighed, “just-be-back-by-eleven,-ok?”

“I am so out of here…” said Rip, walking past his friends and out of the door. Melinda lingered behind for a bit to wave goodbye to the Loonatics until Rip came back and drug her along with him, their other two friends following soon after.

End Chapter 5.







What’s up people!? Sorry for the long, long, long wait! At first, it was writer’s block, then there was that incident where I didn’t want anything to do with LUO (because of someone I don’t feel like talking about), then it was forgetfulness, then lastly, ‘twas finals! To sum it all up, I fail, there is no excuse…

To make up for my absense, I want to take requests from people. I will write a one shot about anything you want, as long as it isn’t R-rated. LU or otherwise, this offer is to the first 10 people who ask (I do hope you also leave a comment, pwease?), so hurry up and tell me to write something!

Please forgive me guys. I really do think you’re all awesome and I know my excuses aren’t good enough, but I’m still cute, aren’t I? (Please don’t answer that XD)

-- Edited by Jetsir at 20:33, 2008-06-07

Oh goody goody gumdrops  Requests from the audiance!

Let's play scenes from a hat! (I joke I watch too much Whose Line is it Anyway)

Since your so good at writeing from Rip's point of veiw why not write Rip's point of veiw of the events from Family Buisness and what it felt like for him to be possesed!