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Got a fan fic? E-mail it to me on my home page, and I will read it. If I like it, I will put it up here on my site! So start sending them in!!!
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If you want to include a pic with it, I will put one here for you.
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If you have a fan-fic about Guy as a cowboy (God I hope not!) but if you do, this pic would be perfect for your story! Come to think of it, he does look pretty hot in that hat!... |
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Think he looks hot as a Drag Queen?
That's cool too. Each to his own! I personally think he does look hot as a Drag Queen, but that's just me. |
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Or maybe you have a story about plane old Guy. There's nothing wrong with that either!
This is just part of what I hope will be a long story. I will update the story with anything new I have typed, as it comes along! Hope you enjoy it!
NOTE: In my story, Guy is NOT married!! Just because I don’t want him to be!
It was just another day in paradise. I sat on my porch, watching the rain fall, and then I drifted off into a daydream. I sat and imagined that Guy and I were running in the rain, getting soaked and having the time of our lives. Just as we were about to kiss, the phone ran, and my daydream ended. I got up and answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello? Is this Laura Veilleux?” The person asked.
“Who wants to know?” I asked suspiciously.
“The official Guy Pearce fan club. We’ve called to tell you that you won the “Spend a week with Guy contest.” The man said.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I started to freak out. “Are you for real?” I asked breathing heavily.
“Yes. We’re for real. Now, there’s someone I want you to say hello to. Guy?” The man said.
“Hi. You’re Laura?” Guy asked in his cute little accent.
“Oh my god! Are you seriously Guy Pearce?” I asked.
“Yes, I am seriously Guy Pearce.” He told me.
“Alright,” The man began, “your week begins Monday. Be ready for Guy to come spend the week with you then. Do you have any questions?”
“Uh yes.” I said. “Is anybody going to be coming with him? Like body guards, or a chauffer, or anything like that?”
“Uh, no Maim. We have arranged it to were nobody will be coming with him.
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