RonAndKim

The Lightning Thief Page 56     The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking at a ceiling fan circling above me, moths flying around a yellow light, the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's. They both looked down at me, and the girl said, "He's the one. He must be." Page 63     She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. wither her deep tan and her curl blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except h

               A typical day for Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third: wake up, eat, train dragons at the academy, go home, eat, sleep. Every single day (of course with the exception of wild dragon attacks or Alvin and/or Dagur deciding to stop on by) it was the same thing. But today Hiccup was going to do something completely out of the ordinary and out of his comfort zone.                Today he was going to ask his best friend (well, best human friend), Astrid Hofferson, to be his girlfriend.                The two have be

Marinette was on her balcony watering some new plants.  They were 20 inches tall and resembled a plant from the mint family. They had small bilabiate flowers in white with spots of purple or pink colors.  She barely turned around when she felt another presence behind her. "Hello, kitty." Chat Noir was perched on the railing of her balcony. "Hello, Purr-incess.  These look new; I never took you as a gardener." "I do have a green thumb. I really like the way these looked and they actually have some health benefits. Plus, they are my project in biology." "What is it," he asked approaching her. "It's catnip.  I can brew it in tea or cook with it

That Nagging feeling Kim watched her BF as he consumed his favorite meal.  Her grilled chicken salad sat partially eaten in front of her.  The prom was a pleasant memory of a few weeks ago.  Now spring break had come and the two were enjoying the first evening of their week-long freedom from Mr. Barkin.  It also meant later curfews and more time together. "Hey girl, WTSFSB?" Monique slid into the booth next to Kim. "What?" asked Kim. Ron sat unable to speak from his cheeks being pooched out from stuffing the rest of his naco in his mouth. "What's the sitch for Spring Break?"  Monique explained, rolling her eyes. Kim smiled slightly and