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So, ever since I saw some Miguel and شارلٹ pictures that chesire made for me {They are awesome!!!}, I decided to make a fanfiction having to to do with them! :3 Eeeeek! I'm so excited! :D My دل is pounding! I hope most of آپ enjoy this series!
"Wait up Miguel! آپ know I can't catch up to آپ that fast!" An twenty-year-old شارلٹ La Bouff runs in a sea of townspeople. Barely seeing her best childhood friend, Miguel, she gives in and takes a نشست on the sidewalk near her. "Hey," Someone says to The blond New Orleans female. "Are آپ okay?" Right in front of her is Miguel himself. "You...you beat me." she says with her usual southern accent. "Well," Miguel says as he helps شارلٹ up from the concrete. "That's what آپ get for cheating at a race." The game that they were playing earlier was a simple race. Sometimes, Miguel would let Lottie win. But that was only when they were little children. For their whole life, they've been friends. As kids, they often dreamed about what they would grow up to be. Now, as twenty سال olds, they are still following their true destiny. Unfortunately, Miguel grew up into a gambler and شارلٹ was headed for a rich and spoiled life. "Next time," شارلٹ starts as she brushes off the dust the concrete left on her skirt. "I will be destined to win." Miguel crosses his arms. "That's what آپ say everyday. But آپ never win. Only a miracle can help you." Sometimes, Lottie appreciates the enthusiasm that Miguel gives her. But not this time.
Everyday at two-thirty p.m, Miguel and شارلٹ get some lunch. Miguel's treat. "Two bowls of gumbo please." Miguel says to the waitress. "Comin' right up." Lottie makes an entrance to the restaurant. "I'M HERE!!!!" شارلٹ yells at the سب, سب سے اوپر of her lungs. Everyone who went to the restauraunt would always expect شارلٹ to do that. The African-American waitress with a midnight black bun in her hair sets the two bowls of hot gumbo in front of شارلٹ and Miguel. "Enjoy." She says kindly. "Thank آپ Tiana!" Tiana smiles at her friend. Miguel takes a spoon-full of gumbo and takes a sip. "HOT! HOT! HOT!" It was always the same thing for Miguel and gumbo. They never agree to anything having to do with taste buds and spice. Spice would overcome Miguel's taste buds. شارلٹ laughs out loud. The look on Miguel's face was always hilarious!
So, ever since I saw some Miguel and شارلٹ pictures that chesire made for me {They are awesome!!!}, I decided to make a fanfiction having to to do with them! :3 Eeeeek! I'm so excited! :D My دل is pounding! I hope most of آپ enjoy this series!
"Wait up Miguel! آپ know I can't catch up to آپ that fast!" An twenty-year-old شارلٹ La Bouff runs in a sea of townspeople. Barely seeing her best childhood friend, Miguel, she gives in and takes a نشست on the sidewalk near her. "Hey," Someone says to The blond New Orleans female. "Are آپ okay?" Right in front of her is Miguel himself. "You...you beat me." she says with her usual southern accent. "Well," Miguel says as he helps شارلٹ up from the concrete. "That's what آپ get for cheating at a race." The game that they were playing earlier was a simple race. Sometimes, Miguel would let Lottie win. But that was only when they were little children. For their whole life, they've been friends. As kids, they often dreamed about what they would grow up to be. Now, as twenty سال olds, they are still following their true destiny. Unfortunately, Miguel grew up into a gambler and شارلٹ was headed for a rich and spoiled life. "Next time," شارلٹ starts as she brushes off the dust the concrete left on her skirt. "I will be destined to win." Miguel crosses his arms. "That's what آپ say everyday. But آپ never win. Only a miracle can help you." Sometimes, Lottie appreciates the enthusiasm that Miguel gives her. But not this time.
Everyday at two-thirty p.m, Miguel and شارلٹ get some lunch. Miguel's treat. "Two bowls of gumbo please." Miguel says to the waitress. "Comin' right up." Lottie makes an entrance to the restaurant. "I'M HERE!!!!" شارلٹ yells at the سب, سب سے اوپر of her lungs. Everyone who went to the restauraunt would always expect شارلٹ to do that. The African-American waitress with a midnight black bun in her hair sets the two bowls of hot gumbo in front of شارلٹ and Miguel. "Enjoy." She says kindly. "Thank آپ Tiana!" Tiana smiles at her friend. Miguel takes a spoon-full of gumbo and takes a sip. "HOT! HOT! HOT!" It was always the same thing for Miguel and gumbo. They never agree to anything having to do with taste buds and spice. Spice would overcome Miguel's taste buds. شارلٹ laughs out loud. The look on Miguel's face was always hilarious!
Miguel's face after taking a sip of gumbo
Then I was being chased around last year’s arena by an enormous pair of red lips that screamed at me to wake up, baring its sharp white teeth.
Flynn pretended to still be asleep..
"Have you ever been horse riding?"
