Nyahahahahahahahaha! I found the story!^_^

Anyway, for those who have no idea who the characters of Ninja Storm are, here’s a brief run-through:

Wind Ninjas: They’re the primary power rangers.^_^ They study at the secret Wind Ninja Academy

Shane: He’s the Red Ranger, and has the Power of Air. Since he’s the red guy, he’s the leader. He’s a skateboarder, btw.
Tori: She’s the Blue Ranger, and she wields the Power of Water. She’s the first ever female blue ranger, so that’s pretty cool.^_^ She’s a surfer.
Dustin: He’s the narrator in this story and the Yellow Ranger. He has the Power of Earth. He’s a motocross guy, and he’s kind of airheaded. Nyahahaha! But the guy is pretty cute, so… Nyahahahaha!

Cam: Well, Cam’s not technically a Wind Ninja, but he’s the son of the sensei of the academy, so he knows a few moves too.^_^ He becomes the Samurai Ranger (green). He’s also the resident techie dude.

Thunder Ninjas: They were originally baddies (and all that implies) because they were manipulated by Lothor, the main villain. Eventually, they come to their senses and join the Wind Rangers/Ninjas and Cam. They’re adoptive brothers. Like Dustin, they’re motocross guys.
Hunter: The older of the thunder ninjas. He’s the Crimson Ranger.
Blake: The Navy Ranger. There’s a hint that there’s something between the Tori.^_^ I was so sad that they didn’t develop that angle in the show.

Yes, I’m mushy.:P Heehee!

Anyway, on with the story! This made me laugh my head off, and I hope you’ll like it too. Click on the title to be brought to the original source of the story.^_^

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Of Color Wheels and McDonald’s

by EvilSalmon1

So I was in art class today, thinking.

Okay, not thinking, more like spacing out. Everyone was putting the finishing touches on the project we had due the next day, but I had already finished, like, two days ago. It’s this really sick drawing of me and Blake and Hunter catching air over a jump on the track, and Blake’s in the lead and is all like, “Yeah!” and Hunter’s second and wants to be in the lead so he’s all leaning over his bike like, “Grr!” and I know I couldn’t beat either of them, even in my own drawings, so I’m pulling this ill trick on my bike and am all like, “Whohoo!” It’s a totally awesome picture. I don’t even care if I get a good grade on it for composition or whatever; it’s going up on my wall as soon as I get it back. If I can find a place for it. I guess I could take down the Factory Blue poster that I have up over my desk. I still have like, five other ones up on the walls, and ever since the whole Ranger thing, the ‘Blue’ thing has kinda distracted me. I’ll be reading something and then get bored and look up and zone out thinking about Tori or Blake, which is kinda weird cause I don’t like like Tori and I definitely don’t like like Blake, so it always is kinda weird when I remember that I was studying and realize that I just spent an hour thinking about the Blue or Navy Ranger. Dude, Blake would kill me if he knew I was daydreaming about Tori, even in the not-girlfriend kind of way.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah, I was spacing out in art class and I started staring at this huge poster of the color wheel that Mrs. Kutch had put up on the wall. And then I started thinking.

So, Shane, Tori and I are Red, Blue and Yellow. We’re primary colors. Simple enough. But then, Hunter and Blake are Crimson and Navy, and they’re definitely not on the color wheel. They’re just darker shades of Red and Blue, darker shades of Shane and Tori, and I totally see that. Like, Hunter is a leader, like Shane, but he’s also all dark and brooding, like Blake said, and Shane’s bright and fun. He’s a red red, like the red from McDonald’s or a red popsicle. Oh, I could totally go for a popsicle right now. It’s been really hot. Mmm.

So, Shane’s red red, and Hunter’s a darker red, like, blood, or something. Which is kinda ew because I don’t like blood, but also makes sense because he doesn’t have any blood family any more. He has Blake. So he is a lot more serious and sadder than Shane sometimes, so it would make sense that he’s just a darker red. He’s a lot like Shane though. I mean, I’d follow either of them. Unless Sensei said not to, because sensei totally is above either of them, but still. They’re both leaders, they’re both funny, they’re both awesome friends, they’re both competitive, and they’re both all about doing stuff. Like, I know I don’t think a lot, but when some evil space monster is running around destroying stuff, Shane and Hunter are both like, “Let’s go kick some ass! Rawr!” while Tori’s more like, calm.

Yeah, Tori’s calmer, cause she’s blue, and that’s totally a calm color. But it can also be really sad too. Although, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tori really sad. There was her birthday when sensei went on retreat, and she was sad about that, but then Lothor caused trouble and she just got mad. I would be mad too if I saw a Kelzac trying on my bikini. Ew. But no, she’s blue like water, like the ocean. It’s all calm and pretty to look at, but if you go in and don’t know what you’re doing, you can get totally trashed on a vicious wave. Or get pulled out by a riptide and be all lost. I think that happens to Blake a lot. He gets all mushy looking at Tori, and then tries to go for a swim and is all like “Whoa! What? Huh!” He like, needs a lifeguard. Dude, lifeguards are red! Shane and Hunter are totally his lifeguards with Tori! Well, probably Hunter more than Shane, but lifeguards can be crimson, too, I guess.

So then Blake is navy, and that’s just one shade darker than Tori, which again, I totally see. Like, they’re a lot alike. Blake looks all calm and cool and friendly, but if you piss him off it’s like, whoa. Like when he has that Thunder staff thing with the blade on the end… Dude, that’s just scary. He’s like the ocean during a storm. It goes from Tori-blue to Blake-blue and gets all dark and churning and scary. And you’re thinking to yourself, “Dude, it’s just water. Like, I know how to swim. I’m in a boat. This storm thing will totally go away soon.” But then you hear some thunder and all of a sudden you’re scared again because when the water’s dark, you don’t know what’s under there and it could totally kill you. Yeah, that’s Blake. Tori-blue, but darker, edgier, and totally scarier. I think Tori helps to lighten him up, just like Shane does with Hunter. Like, Shane and Hunter spar all the time, but now Hunter’s gotten over the whole “Who’s the better ranger” thing and is more happy, not so brooding and focused on being better. And Blake’s always hanging around with Tori, cause he’s totally crazy for her, and like, when he’s with her, I think he’s less dangerous. Like, if I had to tell him something that would piss him off, like if something happened to his bike or something, I would totally want to do it when he was with Tori. Because she’d calm him down and I wouldn’t have to die because I was the messenger.

And then there’s Cam. He’s weird. You can do the whole green thing in two ways. Like, as its own color, green’s all calm and peaceful, which is totally what Cam is like a lot. When he’s not being sarcastic. Like, he snaps at us a lot, but he always fixes the zords and makes upgrades and deals with us being stupid. I think if he wasn’t the green ranger, or meant to be the green ranger, he would have totally gone crazy before now and tried to kill us all. Which would be scary because I think Cam could totally kick my ass if he was focused on it. Yeah, focus, that’s what Cam has. And he’s not green like nature green. Cam doesn’t go too well with nature. Trees and grass and stuff only mess up computers. He’s more green like… like a lime. Like, it’s fruit, and it’s good for you, but like, it’s sour! Or, he’s green like a snake. Like, totally cool to look at, and maybe keep as a pet, but like, it’s a snake and it could be poisonous. Yeah, Cam’s a poisonous snake. But then sometime’s he’s green like a turtle. Like, when Shane and Hunter are all like, “Let’s go!” he’s the one who’s all “Wait. Hold on. Think!” He’s thoughtful-slow, like a turtle. And whenever we try to make him go out and do stuff, he totally tucks his little head back in his shell and does the turtle thing. Which is kinda cute when I think about it now. But he’s gotten better at that. He actually tries to do stuff with us, which is cool. Who knew he could play the guitar?

But then, green is also the combination of yellow and blue, which is kinda weird, but kinda works when you think about it. Like, Cam usually wore green even when he wasn’t the green ranger, but now that he is a ranger, you can kinda tell there’s this change in him. He’s less sarcastic and mean, and more understanding, which is the Tori-blue working on him all the way. And like, before, he was all serious and got angry every time we trashed the zords, but now that he’s out there trashing them with us, he’s more laid-back. He smiles more and has more fun. And that’s the me-yellow working on him. So, Tori-blue and Dustin-yellow make Cam-green. It totally works.

And then there’s me: yellow. It’s kind of a weird color. Like, when we all became rangers, I had this sudden urge to like, surround myself with yellow, which is kinda tough in terms of clothes and stuff. I tried to figure out what kind of yellow I am, and I think I’m yellow like the sun. Like, I don’t like being unhappy, or having other people be unhappy, unless they’re evil space ninjas. The sun like, always shines. I like that. I like being warm, too. And the sun totally gives you an awesome tan so you look like a bronze god, unless stupid virtual dudes give you lame sunless tanner. That’s why it’s lame! Sun-less! Sun is good. Less sun is bad. Man, why didn’t I do this color thing before Tori’s birthday. I thought about being yellow like a lion, since that’s what my zord is and all, but I can’t really do it. Lions are more like yellow-gold and are all noble and “rawr”. I can’t do that. I can for a little while, but like, noble is not me. Noble means having to be like sensei, and while I think sensei is totally cool, I just can’t do that. I don’t want to do that. Everyone rags on me when I say stupid things or when I don’t follow what people are saying, but that’s only because I’m thinking of other things, like color wheels. I could focus and be all intense like a lion, but that’s not me. I don’t like being dark like that. I like zoning out and thinking about why the sky isn’t see-through. So, I’m not lion-yellow, but sun-yellow. Or McDonald’s-yellow.

Dude maybe Shane will go with me to get McDonald’s after school. Sweet!

Anthony stood, leaning on the ivory pillar at the church entrance. It was a clear, bright day. The flowers were growing quite nicely in the garden, with dandelion seeds occasionally�carried by�the wind. Birds were chirping, celebrating the day that is the very center�of spring. Perfect for a wedding.

He smiled to himself, thinking of a day that is quite similar to this one, except that it was very different.

“Hey!” Anthony yelped, the papers which were in his hands just a second ago now floating merrily all over the corridors.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Here, I’ll help you out…” The girl who crashed into him immediately jumped to her feet and began picking up papers.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll do it,” Anthony said frustratedly, running a hand through his hair. He bent over to get the papers, and his head bumped on hers.

“Ow!”

“I am such a klutz! I’m really sorry!” The girl cried, while rubbing her reddening forehead. Anthony looked up at her in irritation, and then noticed something. “She’s a mess, but she’s an attractive mess,” he thought. Straightening up, he fixed his shirt and extended a hand. “It’s ok. Here, I’ll help you up.”

The girl looked at him uncertainly, and seeing that the guy was smiling down at her, she shyly smiled back. “Thanks, and I’m really sorry for this mess. I can be such an airhead at times and…”

“It’s fine,” he repeated. “One apology is enough, alright? By the way, I’m Anthony, Ant to my friends.”

She blinked. “Um, I’m Beth.” Seeing that she was still holding his hand, she dropped it and jumped back, blushing again. “Ant? Aren’t Anthonies usually called Tony?”

“Why? You know a lot of guys named Anthony?” He grinned down at her. Seeing her blush more fiercely, he took pity on her and stopped his teasing. Well, only a little. “Want me to tell you about it over coffee?”

“Sure, why not?” Beth smiled at him.

Anthony smiled at the memory. They had good times, him, Beth, and George, his best friend since kindergarten. All three of them had very different personalities, and it never ceases to amaze Anthony how they could be best friends in spite of that.

A knock on the door.

Anthony got up to answer it. He had dozed off on his keyboard, typing his biology paper, and he had an uncomfortable feeling that the QWERTY keys were mirrored on his forehead. Peering out, he saw Beth standing outside the door.

“Beth? What’s going on?”

“Oops! Did I wake you up? I’m sorry, but I thought you might want to…”

In spite of his sleepiness, Anthony smiled. “Hey, didn’t I tell you the first day we met that one apology is enough? Now, what can I do for you?”

“Well… Our favorite indie punk band�is set to perform at the student center, and I thought you’d might want to go with me.”

“What? As a date?” He teased Beth, who blushed scarlet. She never got used to his teasing.

Beth was saved from answering when another voice from Anthony’s room suddenly was heard.

“Ant, is it the pizza guy again? Tell him that, for the last time, I didn’t order Meat Lovers! I’m vegetarian, for crying out loud!”

“Who was that?” Beth said, confused.

“Don’t mind the dork, he’s my roommate, George.” Suddenly, another face peered out of the door.

“Hi.” George grinned at her, making her blush again. “I’m not really a dork, he’s just saying that to be nice. I’m George. This guy and I have known each other since we were kids, and calling me dork is his term of endearment for me.”

In spite of herself, Beth giggled.

“Anyway,” George continued, “Did I hear news about an indie punk rock band? I’m not really a fan of the genre, but listening to a live band is much better than staring into space for an hour. That is,” he hesitated, looking at the two, “if that’s fine with you. I wouldn’t want to barge in on your date.”

Anthony and Beth immediately assured him that it wasn’t. and the three went on their way to the student center, Anthony washing his face first in a vain attempt to wash away the letter “Y” on his nose.

Anthony chuckled to himself at the memory.

“Laughing to yourself? First sign of insanity, bro, first sign,” George said to him, laughing himself. Like Anthony, he was wearing a black tux.

“Oh hey, George,” Anthony said. “I was just remembering those days in college.”

“I think I know what those are,” George grinned at him. “Oh, hey, you’d better quit leaning on the pillar, you know how Beth hates wrinkled clothes.” Anthony immediately jumped away from it, and then looked guiltily at George.

“George…”

“I know, Ant. I have to ask you something though? Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Let’s do this, Beth is waiting. Besides,” he added, “A best friend�has to be with his buddy when he gets married, right?”

And in so saying, Anthony brought George over to Beth, his best friend’s bride.

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I finally thought up of a new “Lite,” but compared to the other stuff I’ve written, this one’s not really happy. Anyway, different can be good.:P I just kept it short because I can’t think of any more memories.:( If you want though, I could try and lengthen it - just help me think what to do with it.^_^ Hwahahahaha!

Technorati tags: wedding, literature, lite, short story, love story, sad

“Hiya, Clairebear!”

Claire sighed, putting down the novel she was reading. “How many times do I have to tell you, Eddie? I don’t like being called Clairebear.”

Eddie grinned, revealing his braces, which somehow accentuated his cuteness. “Come on, Clairebear! I’ve been calling you that for the past,” he stuck up his fingers, pretending to count, “twelve years.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “Exactly, Eduard,” she said, emphasizing the name and grinned in satisfaction when she saw him wince, albeit theatrically. “Yep, I’ll keep calling you Eduard unless you stop calling me Clairebear.”

Eddie melodramatically rolled his eyes. “Fine, Claire. I don’t even know why you want me stop calling you that name, not after all these years. You didn’t seem to mind then.”

“Yeah, Eddie, when I was four,” Claire said, rolling her own eyes too.

“Oh yeah, now you’re all grown up,” Eddie said, grinning, and then snatching the book Claire had been reading and ignoring her protest. “Hmmm… ‘P.S. I Love You.’ Pretty mature stuff,” he snorted, and laughed loudly at Claire’s immediate red face.

“Whatever, Eddie,” Claire muttered, snatching her book away and pretending to read it to try and cover her still-blushing face.

“Hey, don’t be mad, Claire,” Eddie tried teasing her. “I just wanted to see if you have that new Transformers movie tone, you know, the one where Optimus Prime and Megatron face off.” Claire remained stubbornly silent. “Come on, Claire,” Eddie teased, “I know you’re going to giving it to me. If you don’t, I’m going to give you my best puppy dog face until you do.” So saying, he proceeded to pout exaggeratedly, sticking out his lower lip and making his eyes as big as he possibly can.

Claire laughed. “Stop that, Eddie! You look like a sick cow. As a matter of fact, I do have that tone, and I’ll send it to you if you stop looking at me that way. I just had lunch and I don’t want to waste my $20 by throwing it up.”

He immediately stopped and grinned at her. “What? You ate your $20? Claire, how many times do I have to tell you? Only cockroaches can digest paper? I thought you of all people knew - OW!” He exclaimed, rubbing his arm which Claire smacked. “No need to get violent!” he said, scowling at her.

Claire smiled innocently. “So,” she said, waving her mobile phone in front of his face. “Do you want the tone or not?”

“Yeah, I do!”

“Turn on your Bluetooth, then!”

“Alright, turning on, turning on…. Yep, it’s on! Oh wait! Oh no, don’t turn yours…”

“What’s the matter, Eddie?” Claire frowned at him as she switched her phone’s bluetooth on. “A few minutes ago, you were willing to look like a dying frog just to get the tone, but now you don’t? I don’t want to spend my credits on you when I can send it for free! Hey, what gives?” She said, annoyed, as Eddie makes a wild swipe at her phone. She kept it away from him by leaning on to the other side. “Aha, my phone’s reading other Bluetooth devices… Hang on, you’re getting your tone… Eddie stop that! Ok, I think this is yours…” She suddenly became silent and looked at Eddie.

She looked at Eddie, who was even redder than she was when he was teasing her about the book. “Clairebear?” she asked softly, turning over her phone to face him. Still bright, her screen displayed the following words:

Read Devices: Clairebear.