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  Since my muse has been on an extended vacation lately, I thought I should actually follow through with one of the plot-bunnies she sent on a postcard if for nothing else but practice.

   I don't tend to write and share any fanfic because I don't tend to play well with other people's toys. :p But I'm blaming [livejournal.com profile] luxken27, which means that the parts that don't suck she can take credit for. The stuff that sucks? Is all me.


  "Hey, Red," I said as I settled in for our weekly meeting. "You'll never guess what happened yesterday. I'm positive you'll never guess. Want to try anyway?"
  No answer, but really I was just pausing long enough to catch my breath before I hogged the entire conversation. "Gimme a minute to remember exactly what happened." I pulled my hair back into a ponytail without even thinking about it. The gesture seemed to clear my mind. "Okay. Got it. You ready? Good."
  "Well, do you remember how I told you I was going to have dinner with my brother? Of course you do. Anyway, I thought we were gonna hit Rosebud or something, but no. He shows up and is all insistent that we go someplace 'special.' We ended up at one of those frou-frou French places. Chez Something or other. I wasn't really paying attention. It's a shame because I really wanted a burger something awful, but when someone else is footing the bill... what brother wants to pay for, brother gets.
  "So, we get there and we're whisked to a really nice table and the staff is so friendly and overall this is a great time, y'know? Sure, there aren't a ton of other diners, but that makes it even better. Still, there's something kind of weird that I can't put my finger on. It takes me awhile to realize that it kind of feels like I'm out on a date. Only with my brother. It's weird and awkward and once I think it, I can't un-think it. It just can't be done.
  "You know me. Once I have a thought, it takes an awful lot to keep it locked in my head. So I say, 'Sam, this has been fantastic, but what's going on? You said dinner and this isn't any place you'd normally take me. Is something wrong? Oh, wait, are you working for one of those trashy afternoon talk shows now? Oh my lord, we're not being recorded right now are we? Because I was expecting burgers and fries, not some fancy French place.' Of course I catch sight of one of the really nice waiters walking by so I feel myself turning bright cherry red as I say, 'Not that this hasn't been great. Because it has. Best dinner ever! Really!'
  "Sam sighs and says, "Kristy. Relax. This isn't being recorded, okay? I... You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, okay? Anyone.'

  "Don't worry. He didn't mean you. You'll understand in a minute." I took a minute to dig in my pocket for a piece of gum. I'd rather have had something to drink, but I'd been running a little late and didn't have enough time to stop and pick something up. I'd rather go without the drink than be late. I still pride myself on being on time for just about everything.
  "Where was I? Oh, yeah. So I tell him I won't breathe a word. 'My lips are sealed. Now explain. Pronto. Because your snails are getting cold.' Yeah. He got the snails. Can you believe that?" I could feel myself beginning to turn green at the memory. Ew.
  "He gives me this Look, you know the one. I guess it must run in the family. Anyway, the next part happened kind of fast, so I don't remember every little thing. What I do remember is that the next thing I know, he's reaching into his pocket. He starts to pull out a small, dark box, but his hand is shaking so much that he drops it.
  "I put my foot out to stop it. Instead I kicked it under a table halfway across the room. Sam's face turns white. Casper the friendly ghost white. He says, 'We have to get that box. Now!' Which of course means it's up to me.
  "So I scramble across the floor and I finally find it, unopened. I bring it back to the table and I swear, Sam's still crawling on the floor looking for it. I don't know why since, like I said, the restaurant is pretty empty and I had a clear look at which way it went. I guess he was just so busy panicking that he wasn't thinking much.
  "I tap him on the shoulder and hold out this tiny, black velvet box. 'This it?' I ask... only you know me. My voice carries across the restaurant and I realize that the four other diners have gone absolutely silent... and I realize that I'm standing in front of a guy, who is at this point on his knees as he attempts to stand up, and now he's got the box, which I think he's about to open... and this looks so bad.
  "And it hits me. The table, the excellent service in a place known for being a little on the snooty side, Sam being dressed up... This is a trial run. Like I said, this looks bad. So it's my turn to panic. I slap him, not hard of course, and say, 'Of course I can't marry you!' and I walk out.
  "Everything is so quiet that I can hear myself stalk out of the place. It's kind of creepy. Once I'm outside and away from the door, I'm fine until I hit his car. That's when I guess it all hits me, and I double over with laughter. Sam isn't nearly as amused as I am by the whole thing at first, but I know he'll come around, which is why I say, 'You should ask her. Exactly like that. EXACTLY like that.'
  "And for a minute I'm positive he's going to kill me. Until he starts to laugh, and once he starts I start again, which makes him laugh even more, which of course makes it so that we're both pretty much dying there in the parking lot. We probably scared off anyone who might have wanted to stop by Chez Whatever, but it was worth it. I don't think I've laughed like that in years.

  "Oh, and wait until you see the ring. It's gorgeous. I can't believe he actually picked it out himself. It's very sparkly and the perfect size. Not too big that her hand is going to fall off, and not so small that she's going to have to squint to see it. I wish I knew more about rings so I could describe it. Stacey is going to faint when she sees it. When I told him that, he was entirely too surprised.
  "You think she'll say yes?' He actually asked that! Of course she'll say yes. Even if she hadn't been doodling 'Mrs. Sam Thomas' on notebooks and things since we were twelve, the ring alone would do it. Did I mention it's sparkly?" I concluded with a laugh. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and slowly got to my feet. I brushed my hands across the cool stone, wiping away the dirt that had accumulated since my last visit. I let my fingers slowly trace the familiar letters and the pain in my chest spread outward, engulfing me right on time. A tear or two slid down my cheek and I didn't bother to wipe them away. There wasn't anyone out there to see, and even if there were, it wouldn't matter. I miss my friend, even after all this time.
  I knelt down and straightened the flowers left by her family. "God, I wish you could see it, Mal. You'd love it. I wish..." My voice broke and I'm not sure how long I stood there, wishing for something that would never happen.

  Night had fallen by the time I was ready to leave. "I miss you."



   Plot bunny appeared when reading someone else's prompt for something. "Red", btw. In my head this is actually a smidge more involved, like the fact that Kristy calls Mallory Red for a reason. Originally this was meant to be longer, but I realized I didn't really want a giant info-dump for the entire club, especially since I didn't really have a feel for everyone. Kristy and Mallory are the only two still currently in Stoneybrook, and we only count Mallory because technically her body is. Sort of. I couldn't tell you when she died, or how, just that Kristy feels responsible for some part of it, though I'm not sure that she should. I love Mal, but I figured that if the series had progressed, or if a certain section of the ghostwriters came back, she'd have died if she was lucky. Really. The things Mal had to go through, man. Oh, and Kristy goes to visit Mallory every week at 5:30 on Wednesday evening. And yes, she's usually there by 5:25, just in case, but no, Charlie doesn't drive her still.

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Date: 2011-05-30 04:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luxken27
Oh, wow, this is wonderful! Not only the first part - and I was wondering who she was talking to, but the story she was telling was so amusing (poor Sam!) - but the sudden, abrupt ending. Wow, way to contrast a light, silly moment with something very heavy and somber!

I loved this =) Would you mind if I rec'ed it, since apparently I can take credit for it being awesome, LOL?

And I don't know why you don't write more fic - you definitely have a way with words!

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Date: 2011-05-30 07:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snarky-imp.livejournal.com
Oh, good. It worked! I wasn't sure if this was one of those things that sounds like a pretty good idea in your head and then other people have to tilt their heads sideways, pat you on the head and say, "Look! A decoy!"

:) You may rec away. And you're totally to blame, what with the peddling of fic and the Thomas boys and stuff.

I get bogged down by whether I can get the voice right. Much easier when you're playing in your own sandbox. Fanfic involves being able to either ignore the "sounds wrong/too much like me" or the ability to find the right voice.

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Date: 2011-05-30 10:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luxken27
I think you found Kristy's voice quite nicely - she was the first one I thought of when I started reading the story, even before you dropped hints as to the speaker's identity :)

Always happy to peddle Thomas brothers fic, and Sam/Stacey shipping! I LOLed at this line, especially: You think she'll say yes?' He actually asked that! Of course she'll say yes. Even if she hadn't been doodling 'Mrs. Sam Thomas' on notebooks and things since we were twelve, the ring alone would do it. Hehehehe...so perfectly Kristy!

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Date: 2011-06-01 12:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snarky-imp.livejournal.com
It figures that re-reading a bunch of Claudia and Stacey books would yield Kristy fic. Because that makes all kinds of sense. ;)

And yays all around!

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Date: 2011-05-31 12:29 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] lucida.livejournal.com
I found this on [livejournal.com profile] luxken27's rec list and loved it! All the parts about Sam and Stacey made me squee, and then the ending was so sad. :( I also thought Kristy seemed very in-character. (And I love the little paragraph at the end, LOL.)

Great fic! ♥

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Date: 2011-06-01 12:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snarky-imp.livejournal.com
Thank you! :D I'm glad I managed to get Kristy and that someone else liked the little paragraph at the end, too. All hail the good 'ship Sam/Stacey!

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Date: 2011-05-31 07:56 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ozqueen
Also here because of [livejournal.com profile] luxken27's rec list! This is beautiful! So Kristy, and so bittersweet. Great job! ♥

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Date: 2011-06-01 12:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snarky-imp.livejournal.com
Thank you kindly. :D Now I've got a nice case of the warm fuzzies.

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