Haha, it surely is a Home Movies quote - with Coach McGuirk as my avatar. :) Aw, that's cool you used to stay up with your sister to watch the show. I used to stay up late and watch it as well. But I've only recently really gotten back into the show when I bought all four seasons on DVD and watched them again - so I'm in a total fanatic mode. XD
Awwwww, Happy Christmas and New Year to you too!
It's ohkay! Don't worry about not responding! :)
I just wrote two one shots called '[i]Coming Home[/i]' and '[i]Promise[/i]'. If you could check them out and comment, that would be lovely :D
Starbucks... I've never had that coffee yet. D:<
I was offered it, like, a year or so ago, but I denied it because I didn't know how amazing coffee was~
I've been there a lot when I was little. xD
I guess the only reason I hear the one in California was good was because of the Speiling Peter Pan person. o3o
[i]“When we die, what happens next?” Samuel asked his voice croaky from just waking up a few minutes ago. He was in his bed, his father looming over him to tell him to wake up. “I don’t understand, papa, why do we die? Does it show we are bad? Did god decide that we sinned too much and took it in his own hands to get rid of us?” He was always the curious one, for an eleven year old, still trying to understand the world and what it had to offer him.
“No, Sammy, it isn’t god’s way of punishing you. He just decided that your time is up and he wanted you to find peace once more, so you go to sleep until he returns to wake you up, like I do every morning,” his father explained, running a hand through the boy’s hair before ruffling it a little. Samuel’s father sat down on the edge of the bed, wishing his son would get ready for school that was going to start eventually.
“Well, what happens if one day, you don’t wake me up? Does that mean I’m dead?” Samuel asked with a soft pout, not understanding this situation at all. His father chuckled softly, shaking his head in short movements. “It could. Or maybe I just wasn’t meant to wake you up anymore. Maybe it’s your time to wake yourself up.”[/i]
That was, in fact, the last day his dad woke him up, the last day he ever got to question the older male about things that peaked his interest. His father walked out, left his mother and him all alone to fend for themselves and it hurt the eleven year old, made him cry for what felt like forever. He didn’t really talk to anyone he did before his father left them. He would tend to ask his mother where his dad was, she would only advert his gaze and walk into her room, the door closing with a satisfied click.
November, that's a cool name. I'm Cat. :)