<html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Language" content="en-us"> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"> <title>..* True To My Heart ..</title> <body background="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v166/emilynlu/fanfics/iwunsaybg.jpg"></body> <style type="text/css"> <!-- a:link {text-decoration: hover; color: #036C94;} a:visited {text-decoration: hover; color: #036C94;} a:active {text-decoration: hover; color: #036C94;} a:hover {text-decoration: none; color: #0CB8FA; font-weight: ; background-color: #FDFDFD; cursor:e-resize} } .navbar { overflow: auto; } .nav { overflow: auto; } body { background-color: #FDFDFD; scrollbar-face-color:#FDFDFD; scrollbar-arrow-color:#FDFDFD; scrollbar-shadow-color:#0180FE; scrollbar-highlight-color:#0180FE; scrollbar-3dlight-color:#FDFDFD; scrollbar-darkshadow-color:#FDFDFD; scrollbar-track-color:#FDFDFD; cursor:crosshair; } --> </style> </head> <center><font color="#E87BAC"><font size="5"><font face="Times New Roman"><b> ..* True To My Heart.. </b></font></font></font></center><br> <br><br><center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v192/extreme_gazer/ttmh02.jpg"></center><br><br> <marquee><font color="#0180FE"><font size="4"><font face="Times New Roman"><b> :: Chp 15: The Match Begins ::</b></font></font></font></marquee><br><br> <script language="JavaScript"> <!-- Hide the script from old browsers -- // Michael P. Scholtis (mpscho@planetx.bloomu.edu) // All rights reserved. July 28, 1996 // You may use this JavaScript example as you see fit, as long as the // information within this comment above is included in your script. var namePrompt = prompt("Type in you name [or a girl's name].",""); function dispname (namePrompt){ document.write(" "+namePrompt+" "); } // --End Hiding Here --> </script> <!----------> <font face= "Verdana" color="#0180FE" size="2.5"> ‘Rose, promise me you’ll live to a hundred no matter what happens.’ The last scene of the movie ‘Titanic’ moved <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> to tears. The scene brought the atmosphere to its climax but all that gripped <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> were grieves of sadness. Seeing poor Leonardo freezing in the icy water ached her heart. She blew her nose with a tissue paper, sniffing softly. <p> “Hey.” Sylvester called out, scratching his head with puzzlement, “Come on, its only a show. You’re wasting the whole box of tissues.” He returned his gaze at the TV screen and looked at <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> again. This time when the male lead finally finished his last breath, she wept harder. <p> “This is so touching.” she sobbed, throwing the tissue onto the coffee table, which surface was drowned by the endless sea of white tissues. “He died. For her.” <p> “Well..” Insensitive Sylvester rolled his eyes, “Rose should have go on a diet so the wooden plank can support Jack too.” At once, <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> shot him a murderous glare. <p> “You are so bad!” she shouted madly, sending a smack to his arm. “Its such a waste of time talking to unromantic jerks like you!” The show ended and the credits came rolling into the now-black TV screen. <p> “You jump. I jump.” <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> sighed in admiration, “I love this phrase.” <p> “But if my lover were to jump, I won’t jump too. That’s stupid.” Sylvester retorted with a grumble, “I won’t even grant her the first step to jump. I would grab her back.” <p> “What about your views Chrissypoo?” <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> asked, turning to look at Christopher, who was seated at the single couch. All the while this guy was quiet throughout the show that she almost neglected his existence. <p> “Titanic sure is a beautiful movie. Riveting, yet beautiful.” He commented with a exhilarated sigh. “But in anyway, love is nothing but just a word until someone special gives it a proper meaning.” <p> “You’re right.” <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> nodded with a smile of agreement. “At least you know what I’m talking about. Unlike others.” Deliberately, her eyes slanted to the direction of Sylvester. Sylvester felt a swirling mixture of disappointment and gloom. Perhaps even jealousy. It was kind of like the feeling he got when someone snatched off his last spoonful of chicken rice. <p> Why could this Christopher just hit it off with <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> so easily? In Sylvester’s point of view, she seemed to be so interested in him. The worst taste of bitter defeat was these two weeks with Christopher around in the house, Sylvester felt so out of place. <p> ::::::::::::: <p> Later in the night, as Sylvester was heading up the stairs to his room, he saw Christopher at the hallway, waiting for him. “Can we talk?” he asked politely. <p> “Sure.” Sylvester shrugged, wondering what interesting topics could possibly brew between them. <p> :::: <p> A minute of silence swept in as both guys chilled out at the balcony for their so called men talk. “So how may I help you Chrissypoo?” Sylvester asked with a fake grin. Indeed, one may call it juvenile behavior or what but he just couldn’t stand the sight of Christopher. It wasn’t that he hated him or wanted to strangle him. <p> But the vital reason was, Christopher likes <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT>! He almost made his confession to her that night after the outing to Sentosa. If Sylvester hadn’t stepped into the kitchen at the wrong time, <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> might be his by now. <p> Worst of all to Sylvester, <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> seemed to be so seriously into Christopher. She often complimented his super-duper-megawatt-charming smile. They appeared to share the same interests. She was talking so much to him lately Sylvester found himself losing out. <p> “I want to talk about <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT>.” Christopher said, revealing that appealing smile of his again. The whole situation tied Sylvester’s intestines into knots of uneasiness. Big ones. “Just thought that since you know her for quite some time, perhaps you should know a lot about her.” <p> “Of course I do.” Sylvester smirked proudly, jutting out his chest a little. He loved the fact he knew more about <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> than Christopher does. “We are very close you know. More than just step cousins. I know all her likes and dislikes. And she also knows a lot about me.” Childish Sylvester continued bragging with a cocky grin, enjoying that minute of victory. <p> Christopher’s face took on an expression of concern. But the concern was tainted by obvious envy. Score one for Mr. Sylvester Sim. “Care to share with me about <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT>’s interest? I wish I can know more about her.” Christopher asked. <p> Sylvester swallowed hard before regaining control of his coolness. He seriously considered not telling him anything because that was as good as letting your rival win the match. But conscience got the better of him. “<SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> likes…” he started sharing about her interests and hobbies with Christopher. <p> But at the end of the conversation, Sylvester felt lousy. Christopher appeared to be so confident of himself that it simply lugged his spirits down. “Thanks buddy.” he smiled at Sylvester, giving his shoulder a friendly pat. “From now onwards, you have a competitor.” <p> “What do you mean?” Sylvester’s frown grew deeper. <p> “I know you like <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> too.” Christopher grinned sheepishly, “You have to admit this if you want to win me in the first place. Love might come looking for you but you must seize the opportunity if you want it to stay.” <p> Sylvester’s head jerked up sharply as a sudden fire of determination blazed in his eyes. <p> A competitor. <p> Its either I win or lose my love. <p> “I will win.” he declared firmly, giving Christopher’s chest a buddy punch. “But no matters what, you’re not my enemy. Just my rival in love only.” <p> Both guys laughed. <p> So now, it seems like the verdict lies in the hands of <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT>… <p> :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: <p> End of chapter… <p> Okay, I fast forward this a little.. Anyway I bet most of you won’t want to read about scenes <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"> <!-- {dispname(namePrompt);} //--> </SCRIPT> spending time with Chris and no Sly right? LOL.. So I skipped that part.. Hope I’m not going fast ya.. How was it? <p> Oh ya as for yesterday, Taufik’s the winner but I think he deserves to win.. LOL.. And at least Sly didn’t lose that badly either!! He was so GREAT and GOOD last night!! Love his rendition of ’I Dream’. Sounds so inspirational!! (^.^ ) … Both of them were really excellent. At least Sly proves his worth to have his fans support and he also have a recording contract. So it’s a win-win situation for him. ^^, <p> PS: I’m wondering if I should start a Sly fic again.. But if I do, I won’t be doing this interactive kind ya… Cos html are a hassle at times and school’s starting for me next week (won’t have much time). I’m trying to complete this fic asap. Happy ending or sad ending? <p> Geez.. Secret. Haha!! <p> Thanks for reading ya!! =) <p> Leave me your comments <a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/sly_special/comments_0.shtml">here!!</a> or drop it at the SI forum. 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