Cloud Zero: with Minnie and Woonie
Description
A new twist to all those "arranged marriage" stories.
What happens when you wake up one morning, only to find yourself married to your annoying excuse-of a-man neighbor. And to add to your misery, you can't remember the past 3 months and neither can he? Well, the only question now is how and why?
Two people together in a world of possibilities, a concept so anomalous there is no straight direction. What they thought was normal, no longer was. Their life changed and altered by what seemed like a practical joke wherein no one was laughing. How could it be that someone who was living her life, her ultimate dream, suddenly be paired with someone she could not even bear to fathom, who took umbrage at the idea of holy matrimony, a bond so strong that it will shake them into realization. Together they will combine their forces and wit to face an enemy without an identity, or a disguise. But what they didn’t realize was that a greater danger lied awaiting, and as they fix the pieces of the puzzle together, they realize things are even more complicated than they already are, and that everything they learned was spurious. And even though life’s twists are as strange as they can be, everything is not what it may seem to be.
Foreword
Ughh! I felt a sharp pain in my head that I knew hadn’t been caused by me. I mean I’m Miss Congeniality—I am the most amiable person I will probably ever meet. Seriously, I don’t do stuff that will get my head all banged up and in pain. I slowly opened up my eyes to get a better understanding of the situation. And…wholly moly! What the Hell! Is that a MOUSE!?!? My god, he’s (or she; can’t be sure with these rodents) is staring at me. Right at me! It’s not gonna kill me is it? Dear God, I still have a lot of things I want to do. If this is about eating the cupcake at midnight last week, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sidetrack from my fitness plan. I mean, come on God, I’m young, beautiful, smart, admirable, everything that a ….
“Oyy!”
Who the hell? I’m kind of busy here with a monologue about myself, and suddenly this guy….
A face appears right in front of me, blocking my view from, well, everything except him. WTH!?!? How dare he interrupt my conversation with God! Turns out it’s my neighbor and childhood enemy. Yup. All kind of annoying wrapped in one package, shipped right to your front door: shipping and handling free.
“Hey, you gonna get up anytime soon, or what?” He says. Yup. He speaks. One point for him. I get up, holding my head, and only just to stand eye level to eye level and glare at him. I mean I’d much rather continue my make-out session with the floor, what with my head throbbing and all. But, it doesn’t look like I will get that wish, not where he is concerned at least.
“Dude,” I say. I know, don’t worry I’m just getting warmed up. “What the hell? Did you knock me out, cuz you couldn’t stand my beauty, or what?” I say sarcastically, with disbelief written all over my face.
He just stood there dumbfounded for a second (not that that is anything new), and replied, “No, I’d much rather knock you out, because I just can’t stand your ignorance and what not. Unfortunately, somebody already bested me to the task; otherwise I would be so honored to do it myself.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Seriously. No use talking to this guy. He’s got no sense of humor, not that this situation is funny or anything, because believe me there’s gonna be hell to pay, once I get down to the bottom of this, and all.
“Anyways, what the hell are you doing in my house, and more importantly, who the devil let you in?” I asked as I glared at him.
“Pah.” He scoffed. “Your house? I should be asking you the same thing. This is my house. So the question should be, ‘what are you doing in my house?” He crossed his arms, so I did the same. No way was I losing this battle, no way.
“Alright then. What did you do—drag me all the way here, knock me out, and do away with me? I mean c’mon I know I’m beautiful and all, but that is just slick and underhanded.” I tried to look down on him, with my nose all high-strung up in the air, but he was already doing the same; and he could actually look down on me because he was taller than me. Oh screw this! I am so wearing heels to our next fight.
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