2 Trees and a Bush (Eng)

2e reactie lalala
en ik had toch wel al een stuk gelezen zeker hehehe ik speel vals :p
ohoo en georgje wordt verliefd zoo schatiiigiggg ^^
*wil lucy zijn*
hehe amai nu gak wel is in mijn bedje kruipe ahem :p
en nieuuww stukkiieeeee :p

meeeeeeeeeeer!

joycie_ke schreef: georgie-porgie verliehiefd?

Aha! wie weet?
@karo: IEDEREEN had al een stuk geleze, het stond al half opt vorige forum slimme
En IK wil Lucy zijn! *steekt tong uit *
Kzal zo rap ik kan voortschrijve, kweet wel nog ni wanneer da gaat zijn...
Tja, jullie zulle het dan wel zien he

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EDIT: Hey! kheb van den eerste keer goe gequot!! Jeeej!

omg, khad eig. nog ni gezien da der al eeen stuk bijstond O_o
*heeft het nu gelezen*

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

georg is schattig

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Hij haalt zijn opvouwbaar drumstel weer uit zijn broekzak.

wow, hip, een opvouwbaar drumstel dat in je broek past

Georg looked at the young boys, hoping they were joking, but he didn’t see a single sign of irony in their eyes. Ladder… truck… Tom and Bill…

oeieoei... dat komt niet goed

“You might wanna try loosening the ropes, Bert and Ernie!” Gustav shouted. They all saw Tom look over his shoulder at the ropes that were holding the ladder. Then he turned around, yelled some curses at Bill and gave his twin a short slap on the top of his head.

wahahaha... blonde actie van de twins

He looked down at the ladder and shrugged. Who cares about a little noise?

ach, de buren fzu??

Gustav rolled his eyes. He didn’t see the fun of stealing the keys from the trucks. It was not like there was something in there that they could actually use…

jahaawel, de ladder! (dit is officieel mn favo smiley van hier )

“So screwed!” Donald echoed, clapping his hands.

aa, zo schattig

was that gum?

wieh, mijn idee *doet vreemd dansje*

“Couldn’t you have told us that BEFORE we started building the tree hut?” Tom asked.

nah, wat is de fun er dan aan?

“Who do you think we are, young lady?”

wahahaha, hij klinkt als mn papa

“I will do it!” Donald yelled.

tree-hut door Tom & Bill met kouwgom.. O.o *bind Donald vast aan een paal*
nenee, niet doen... SLECHT

“But I meant after lunch…” he said silently, but no one heard him.

ach, ziellig... *haalt hamer en nagels om Guus te helpen*

Sometimes he wished he was just as clumsy as his friends…

ja, zou wel handig zijn mss

which made her look like a Disney-witch.

oh nee, het is cruella de vil!! *rent hard weg*

Bye-bye lunch.

ow, hoe erg... *plet*

“This is weird…” Georg whispered.

Gustav is verdwenen, O.o hij is onzichtbaar geworden!!

“Georg!” Georg turned around and saw Gustav standing under the tree, an old lady standing next to him.

ah nee, daar isie

“Jeez, Georg, you’re acting weird, you know. It’s not like you paid for the food Lucy gave you. But I’ll eat another sandwich if that makes you happy.” Gustav rolled his eyes and entered the restaurant. Georg didn’t move. He stared at the door for a few seconds and sighed. Why? Why did he care?
“You’re a freak, Georg, you’re a freak,” he said to himself. Then he opened the door and entered the restaurant, which gave him a weird feeling of happiness.

georgie porgie is verliehiefd aan het worden
schattig toch ^^ *aait over zen kopje*




woesh, dat was VEEEEL

margoed.. nieuw stukje nu? *kijkt ziellig*

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Amai Joyce, gij hebt u goe geamuseerd precies
Ge hebt gewoon alles gequot
*is keihappy*
Jaah, Georg is lief he!
Kga zo snel ik kan voortschrijve, kwil ook wel is wete wa er gaat gebeure
Ooh, Joyce, ni zielig kijke, sebiet MOETEK wel schrijve
*pakt typmachine*
*Rak tak tak Wiiiieeesshhh (doordraaien van papier)*
Ja, zo zalt nog wel efkes dure...

@Jill: Hihi, grappig

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paginaaa 3
nu moet je posten!!!



en quoten is leuk
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amai Katleen, hadde gij nu nie gezegd da ge in klein stukskes ging posten ?
ben een kwartier aan 't lezen geweest an da laatste stuk !

maar het was het waard !

Hehe, ja, kga vanaf nu kleine stukjes doen, maar het eerste deel van da laatste hoofdstuk (tot waar Gustav alleen wordt gelate ) haddek al gepost, dus eig ist ni zo'n heel lang nieuw stuk
En blijkbaar is het laatste hoofdstuk zelfs langer dan de 3 vorige, khad da eerst ni door
Men eerste was 600 woorde, dees is er 1900 ^^
Kga nu wel kortere stukskes poste, kannek wa vaker poste he
Kben blij da ge het nog leuk vindt

@Joyce: ja, ik zou graag poste, maar kheb gene voorraad gelijk gij he, kmoet wachte tot dak nogis inspiratie heb ^^
kzal mij spoeien, beloofd *crosses fingers*

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*deelt inspi uit*

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Danke!!
Gaat met de inspi naar het typmachien (ouw mop..)
Kzal straks nog wa schrijve, maar kan vandaag ni meer poste, Karo komt binne *kijkt op horloge* 2 minuten gelede
ze is te laat...

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jaa, das omdat ik ze hier houd tot jij gepost hebt ^^
*evil*

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OOOOHHH!!
Joyce, das gemeen!!
Ik beloof da ik zal schrijve als ze weg is, maggek ze nu terug? plies plies plies?

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hmm... ale dan

*laat Karo los*
*geeft nog een pak inspi in de vorm van chocoladekoekjes mee*

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Hehe, thanks for Karo
Aiai, koekskes... *schudt hoofd*
*pakt koekskes af van karo*
*eet ze zelf op*
Karo kijkt zielig oooh
*geeft Karo de helft*
Karo biiiiiiiiiig smile xD

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Drumsolo vo Jill en mij van Guus??? aaaaw

snel nog stukkie plzzzz

drumsoloooooooooo

whaaaaaaaaaa

coowl!!

X
*voelt zich vereerd*

wnr komt der nog eens stukkie??

Kga sebiet een nieuw stukje poste
Nu gaat het efkes ni want ik zit op men ouders hunne computer ^^
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whiiii, strakski een nieuw stukski!!!

*strijkski*
Jepski! Inderdaadski!
Me loves Bill language ^^

ja ikski hou ook van Billski zijn taalski

nu stukje?
*wacht*
nu?
*wacht weer*
nu?
*wacht nog even*
NUUU??

stukje?

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wil ook nog een stukje...

Ik zit luid lachend voor mijn computer.
Mijn deur vliegt open.
"Wat is er zo grappig?" Gustav doet al niet eens meer de moeite om te kloppen voor hij binnenkomt, hij loopt gewoon binnen en ploft zijn luie kont neer op mijn klein blauw poefke.
"Waaat the fuck!" roept hij ineens. Hij springt weer op en wijst naar mijn haar, dat nu mooi roodachtig is. Ik begin weer te lachen.
"Mooi he?" zeg ik. Gustav haalt zijn schouders op.
"Ja, zal dan wel zeker..."
*pruillip*
"Graptje, Katleen, tis heel tof!"
"Dank je!!" Ik geef Guus een dikke knuffel.
"Maar zeg eens, waarom was je zo hard aan het lachen daarnet?"
"Oh ja, dat... Kitty en Joyce willen een nieuw stukje en ik besef net dat ik de *POWER* heb om een nieuw stukje te posten, snappie?" Gustav schudt zijn hoofd.
"Katleen... je bent *EVIL!*" roept hij. Ik knik.
"Ja, waarschijnlijk wel..."
"Ga je nu posten?" vraagt hij.
"Hmm... nee, nog niet, ik vind dit zooo leuk." Ik giechel weer luid.
"Kom, laat mij eens even," Gustav duwt me van mijn bureaustoel en laat zich er zelf op neervallen.
"Hé! Nee!" roep ik. Ik doe alles wat ik kan om weer aan mijn laptop te geraken, maar het haalt niets uit. Gustav's rechterhand plakt mijn fanfic in het 'posten' vakje en zijn linkerhand heeft mij stevig vast, achter zijn rug dan nog wel. Man, hij is lenig
"Neeeee!! Ik wil nog wachten!" roep ik.
"Te laat!" roept Guus nog luider. Hij draait zich even om, steekt zijn tong uit en...
en... en... EN...

*KLIK*

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PART 20 (PART 1)

“What’s wrong, Georg? You look so… absent,” Lucy asked. Georg shrugged.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just think Gustav should have eaten here…”
“Lame excuse,” Tom said. He winked at Georg. Georg had no idea what Tom meant, but he didn’t feel like asking. He just tried to get rid of the weird feeling. Not because it wasn’t nice, but because he didn’t know what it was and he didn’t like changes.
“Can we go play in the tree hut?” William asked at once. He was looking at Bill with his big brown eyes. For some unexplainable reason, William saw Bill as the boss, the person he needed to ask permission when he wanted to do something.
“Yeah, of course, that’s why we made it!” Bill said happily. Gustav laughed short and loud.
“‘We’ made it, yeah, sure…” he murmured as Bill and the young twins left again.
“Be careful!” Lucy yelled before they could get outside, but she wasn’t sure they heard her. She shook her head and looked back at the table, were Gustav was eating while Tom and Georg were watching him, both mentally absent.
“Do you want another sandwich?” Lucy asked Gustav.
“Noow, shangz,” he said. He felt like he had eaten enough sandwiches for the rest of the weekend.
“Okay.” Lucy sat down, facing Gustav. When no one said something, she decided to start the conversation.
“So, what are you guys actually doing here?” That simple sentence seemed to make Tom and Georg fall back on earth in one second. They stared at her for a few seconds and then looked at each other. Eventually, Tom was the one who started speaking.
“Well, we’re here because we were traveling and our bus broke down. Now we can’t go any further if the bus isn’t fixed,” he told her. Lucy rolled her eyes. That was old information. She wanted something new.
“Yeah, I kinda knew that already. But why are you traveling in such a big bus?”
“We couldn’t really use a smaller bus, could we? Everyone needs his own bed and no one wants to sleep too close to Georg, so the bus has to be quite big,” Tom said. Georg gave him a sarcastic smile.
“Yeah, but WHY are you traveling in a bus?” Lucy repeated, leaving all the words that could help Tom ignore the question out of the sentence.
“We…” Georg started. He looked at Lucy and decided he couldn’t tell her this. He wanted to be friends with her. He was so afraid everything would get all weird and uncomfortable when Lucy knew about Tokio Hotel. He didn’t want her to know. He really didn’t.
At that same moment, the bell in the restaurant rang again. Georg, Gustav and Tom sighed. God, they were so glad to be saved by the bell. It felt like high school all over again.

“We’re back!” an excited voice shouted. It was Barry. He walked into the kitchen, carrying two bags in each hand.
“Oh, good. What took you so long?” Lucy asked.
“Pff, traffic I guess. And we needed a lot of stuff. If the bus-people are eating here tonight, we will have to cook at high-speed!” Barry smiled at Tom, Georg and Gustav. They would probably become the reason why Barry could stay here. If they all ate at the restaurant for a few days, Robert would have enough money to pay Barry for another 2 or 3 months.
“Cook at high-speed? I thought we were going to the city!” Lucy protested. Barry bit his upper lip.
“Hmm… I’m sorry, Luce, we’ll probably leave when the guests have eaten. Your father can’t handle this alone.”
“I know, but…” She stopped and thought for a few seconds. “We really have to go at six. Melanie is sick,” she said in a soft voice.
“What? What’s wrong with her?”
“I don’t know…” Lucy sighed. “But she’s been sleeping all day. She’s been tired and sad for quite a few weeks actually.” Lucy looked her cousin in the eyes, to show him she wasn’t kidding. In fact, she was serious like hell.
“Oh, I knew she was a little tired, but she isn’t really sick, is she?” Barry asked. Lucy shook her head, but then she changed her mind and shrugged.
“This has to stop, Barry. It’s just too hard for her. She can’t handle this. She shouldn’t come here anymore, she should go to school, just like every other twelve-year-old!”
“Is Melanie only twelve?” Gustav asked surprised. Lucy nodded slowly.
“She turned twelve about a month ago,” she said.
“That’s way too young to be working like this all day! She shouldn’t be a babysitter! She’s still a baby herself!” Gustav said.
“Yeah, like we don’t know that!” Barry yelled. He threw an evil look at Gustav, obviously not happy to be criticized.
“Then do something about it! Let her go home!” Everyone looked a little shocked at Gustav. Normally, he wasn’t the one to tell people what to do, that’s what they had Bill for, but right now Gustav seemed to be very mad. Barry dropped the bags he was still holding and looked Gustav in the eyes. He didn’t know what to say…
“I’m gonna check on Melanie,” he said after a few silent moments. He walked past Gustav and left through the door that led to the apartment.