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A dramatic love story of a bride-to-be and her two potential loves.

(Plz don't post anything)

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Pg1

Chicken nugget patiently sits alone in her living room. She reads a book next to the fire and watches the flames dance. The dreams of dancing the night away, in the company of a love, flutter in her mind. Suddenly the door creaks open...*creeeeaaak*. Without saying anything, French Fry makes her way in. Chicken nugget is used to her dear friend's company so she pays no attention to her, nor does she notice the flowers French holds in her mouth. Suddenly, French is overcome with a wave of emotion, she can't move. Like a Deerling in headlights, she stands motionless, her face blushing all the way through. In an instant, panics and runs away. Without seeing where she's going, she quickly bumps into the strong and handsome Spicy Chicken.

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Pg2

French, adrenaline pumping and heart racing, couldn't control herself and started to fall backward. Luckily, Spicy was *just* fast enough to catch her on her way down. French was still in an emotional wreck and couldn't processes what exactly happened. Spicy straightened her up and tried to check to see if she was hurt. "Is everything alright ma'am? Did I startle you? Are you hurt at all?" French, mouth still filled with flowers, was reluctant to reply. How could she? In front of her stood a beautifully golden man who reminded her of the one she loved. Her stomach filled with butterfree and the air felt thinner. Every word from his mouth was as smooth as silk and French's mind went wild with imagination. Was this how Nugget sounded? They've known each other for years, yet they never uttered a word. She snapped out of it to find a confused man staring back at her. Panicked, she ran away towards the kitchen.

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Pg3

The Nugget House was always seen as a place of quiet and stillness. The tall walls seemed to stretch to the heavens, thick and sturdy. The halls were covered in art of all the previous golden legacy that roamed the wide halls. The labyrinth that was home of Chicken nugget was open to anybody so that they could enjoy the beauty. The rooms filled with all sorts of amenities, from the Olympic sized indoor swimming pool, to the dining room that could hold 200. Food and a bed would be given to anybody who needed it, it was a kind and giving house. The previous owner, nuggets father, wanted nothing more to leave the grand home to his child but, sadly, left this world while nugget was an egg. With no blood yet to take responsibility, the air of the house owned by mewtwo108's FiddleStick was in charge of making sure Nugget grew up and married before she could inherit the house. However, the House and all the art only reminded Nugget of just how alone she was...
She never thought of love, she spent her days reading and waiting for the day to end.

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Pg4

The kitchen was always a beehive filled with Combee, a staff always cooking for the hundreds of people under the house’s care. Nobody seemed to notice the red-glowing French as she scrambled into the room. She tried her best to just stay out of the way of the busy staff. As she drifted in her dream, she felt her legs turn into twigs, barely able to keep her up and she clenched the flowers in her teeth. The flowers in her mouth where those reserved for the royalty and those bound by marriage. They glowed like pure gold yet smelled of honey and as felt light as feathers. French dropped against the wall, the flowers followed her just a few feet in front of the same door she emerged from. French was not startled by the staff, she’s been in the house so long, she could remark all of the staff by name. Dinner would begin soon and the prayer that Nugget would be there seemed to dance in her mind. Then the door began in its emersion again, but…much slower. The room flooded with the golden rays of the sun. The air suddenly became thin as everybody stopped the chaotic movements in an instant. A simple step, then another, the blessed *click…..click…..click* rung through the room. Nobody dared to move, including French, as the beautiful Nugget seemed to bless them with her presences. She was clocked and covered with flashy silver and beautiful gems; she moved like she was walking on glass, every step with compete purpose and precision. She did nothing but grab an apple before going for the door again, unknowingly crushing French’s flower on the way out. With her gone, the staff snapped back to work, smiling. However, French felt her heart drop…and tears on her face.

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Pg5

The feeling of fires rolling down the side of French's cheeks, the pounding of a beast within her chest. She saw the drop of the heel and the haunting crush of peddles, followed by the golden dance of dust. Looking up into the untouched, cold eyes of her loving queen. Opening her mouth, she tried to scream but her soul didn’t follow. No release on the overbearing strain on her fragile heart. Slowly and with shaky hands, she grabs the fine dust of her love and watched it float out of her hands and into the air. The world didn’t seem to bat an eye. She picked herself up and, with a hand over her face, ran out of the kitchen. She had to be anywhere, anywhere from there. The dust of her expectation left to be ignored by the world.

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Pg6

Spicy, soon after being bumped into, chose not to think much about it. Spicy wandered the halls of the magnificent household. Stopping to admire every painting and every effort into art and color displayed in front of him. Spicy seemed to talk to the paintings, the paintings seemed to respond. With time, he stepped outside and into the family’s backyard park which seemed big enough to house a stadium. There, he leaned down into one of the thousands of beds of flowers and began to whisper... “Hello there beautiful..., would you do me the complete pleasure to take you with me so that I could be honored to parade you and admire your beauty?” The flowers seemed to perk up at the proclaim and he blindly began to select the flowers. His null hand seemed to pick at random as he saw them not by judging their individual prowess, but by their natural beauty. With his average, normally beautiful flowers, he began to walk around the playground gifting them to the kids and remembering to keep one for himself... and one for his new love…whomever she may be. With this, he sat at a picnic bench and began to talk to his flowers, stories about his past, stories about who he wanted to be…, and stories about the love he longed for…

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