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Disclaimer: I do not own Nsync now and never will...But the
fictional characters are mine, and mine alone. Rating: Pg-13 Genre: Romance Created: March 25/01 ---- Remarkable Prologue It
seems like yesterday, but it couldn’t be less than eight years ago. I was
eleven or twelve, a little naive and an utter romantic. I was sleeping over
at a friend’s house and we had decided to play Ouija, a game in which you
communicated with a spirit, by the spirit spelling out letters that were
written on a game board. The spirit communicated through a movable arrow-like
object that you controlled with your fingers. I
can remember that my friend and I were very nervous that night. We didn’t
know what to expect. “Okay.
Let’s ask something,” Lisa whispered. “Okay
but what?” Toria whispered back. “Something
about love!” Lisa giggled. “I
know what to ask. Great spirit-” another giggle escaped from Lisa. “Lisa
don’t interrupt! Great Spirit will Lisa and Adam Messing ever kiss?” Lisa
gasped. “Toria!” Toria
just grinned until the grin was wiped off her face by the sudden movement of
the arrow beneath their fingers being directed to yes. They
both gasped, looking at each other with bright eyes. Lisa
glared at Toria. “Did you move it?” Toria
exclaimed. “No! I swear! Did you?” “No
way! This is creepy.” Toria
looked intently at the board. If this was for real, then she only had one
question she wanted the answer to. “Lisa
do you swear on your life that you aren’t moving it?” she demanded. “I
swear on my life,” Lisa swore, and crossed her heart for extra proof. “Okay,
well...I have something to ask.” She took a deep breath and spoke so softly
that Lisa had to move her head closer to hear her. “Great Spirit. Do I have a
soulmate?” The
arrow moved: Yes. “Can
you please spell out his name?” The
arrow moved again: Yes. Lisa
whispered. “Ooh, I want to ask that too!” Toria
ignored her and watched the arrow move to the letters. ...C...U...R...L...Y... Lisa
giggled. “Curly? His name is curly?” “What
does this mean?” Toria asked the spirit. The arrow didn’t move. “Please tell
me!” The board remained quiet. “I
think the ghost is gone Toria. I’m getting tired! Let’s try again another
night!” Toria
took one last look at the board and finally nodded. I
can remember lying in bed, not being able to sleep and just thinking about
what the spirit had told me. We never did end up playing Ouija again. Time
went by and things changed and we grew up. I can never forget the moment
though, even though I don’t believe in that stuff anymore. |