Chapter one - Packing
Ok, here's one of the stories I mentioned. This is one I started writing as a normal fic but I changed it into a Robin Hood fanfic.
It's pretty much what happens when the girls go away for a summer break in sunny old England! They find some very very yummy water instructors…
AU, pairings: R/M D/W G/M M/E J/A A/Katie (OC)
Here we go, if you don't like it or can see ways to improve, let me know!
'So,' Katie flopped onto the bed, 'this is going to be a dull summer'
Djaq sighed and put down the magazine she'd been reading; it didn't look like she was gonna get any peace anytime soon.
'It's gonna be great' smiled Marian
'As if! Six weeks with your boyfriend and his uncle in the countryside where there's nothing to do'
'Guy is just a mate! For the last bloody time. And there's loads to do, we're booked in for that water sports course. Or you can just work on your tan' she rolled her eyes; looks were everything to Katie.
'Whatever'
'Look, it was really nice of him to invite us. So please just grin and bear it! I'm not losing a mate over some stupid holiday'
'Hang on,' Eve lowered her magazine, 'since when was he your mate? Just last week you were saying how annoying he was sniffing around you!'
'Well, maybe I was wrong! I just wanna give him a chance, he deserves that at least!'
'Ooh, touchy' mocked Katie
'Katie,' Djaq chimed in, 'leave it, ok? It's probably just her time of the month' she grinned as the cushion from Marian's direction hit her square in the face. Katie picked up a nearby pillow and aimed it temptingly.
'Before you start world war three with cushions, I'm off. I don't wanna look like a chicken!' Djaq glared from Marian to Katie
'Sorry' they chorused
The five of them sat in silence for a few minutes. Eve continued fiddling with her guitar trying to write a tune, Katie picked up her Heat magazine and started flipping through it, Alice picked up a book that was lying around and settled into it, Djaq went back to intently reading an article in her magazine about a breakthrough in cancer treatment and Marian rolled off the bed and walked over to her suitcase in the corner of Alice's room. She started to reel of a mental checklist of what she'd packed.
'You got a mini skirt?' called Katie
'Huh?'
'In your suitcase, did you pack a mini skirt?'
'No! Why would I? I'd never wear it'
'Oh I dunno, what if you meet someone'
'In Wyhmondam? Supposing I did, I'd never see him again'
'So? Holiday romance' she winked knowingly
'As if!'
'Bored now,' Djaq cried, 'Maz just pack a mini skirt so the ever delightful Katie will SHUT UP!'
'No, 'cos then she'll have won'
'How will I win? We're just talking about packing'
'We both know we're arguing about packing'
'No,' Katie lied, 'we're just having a conversation'
'For God's sake!' Eve half screamed, 'you're even arguing now! Arguing about arguing'
'Eve, stay out of it' growled Katie
'Alice!' Alice's mum called from downstairs, 'I'm just gonna pop to the supermarket, will you watch John for me please?'
Alice groaned; she loved her little brother John but there was no denying that he was a handful. And when her mum said "pop to the supermarket" what she really means is "a few hours in Tesco".
The five of them – who were all spending the night at Alice's before Guy picked them up the next morning – traipsed down the stairs to find John sitting in the middle of the room with almost all his toys lying around him.
Why is it that small people always make the biggest mess? They all thought to themselves. And the loudest noise.
'I'll only be an hour or so girls, ok?'
'Sure'
'Fine'
'That's ok Mrs Springs'
'Sure thing Mrs S'
'Whatever' Alice half muttered
'Bye then,' she slung her purse into her posh handbag and pulled the door closed behind her.
'So,' Alice turned to John, 'park then?'
'Yeah! With the ice-cream man and the ducks in the pond!' the cute little 3 year old replied
'And the cute boy who sells the ice-creams' added Katie
'It's always boys with you' commented Eve
'Yeah, and never with you lot'
'Never what?' asked Alice without looking up
'Nothing. Don't worry, I'll fix it'
'What?' asked Marian, 'look, just get your shoes on'
'Sir, yes sir' the 4 other girls all mocked a salute
Katie scooped down and sat John in the buggy
'He's supposed to walk' pointed out Marian
'Then we'll never get there' snapped Katie
'Fine, fine. You take the blame'
'Just shut up and put your sunglasses on'
Marian and Katie really were the best of friends. But sometimes they were just to similar to get on well.
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Alice slammed the door behind her,
'This isn't the park' stated John
'I know' was Alice's growled response
'All I said was "I need to finish packing" so why did you drag us all home Maz?' complained Katie in a whingy voice
'Because you need to pack, you said so yourself'
'It's just folding stuff, I'll do it tonight'
'No you won't! You won't drag yourself away from Eastenders just to pack! Trust me; I know you'
'I'll do my stupid packing then, have fun with John!' she called as she marched up the stairs and banged the door loudly behind her.
'I really hate her sometimes' muttered Marian, to no-one in particular
'I think we should help her' whispered Eve. For some reason Marian was in a bad mood and when that happens, it's best to keep out of her way.
'Shorts, skirts, mini-skirt, bikini, sunnies, hat, jeans, t-shirts, trainers, flip flops, pants, bras, make-up bag, toothbrush…'Katie threw various items over her shoulder and into her suitcase, eager to just get it over with. 'Guess I'll need a jumper too; it might be cold in the middle of nowhere, even in summer. It's not fair,' Katie started another of her infamous conversations with herself, 'I'm the pretty one, I mean the really pretty one with the amazing brunette hair and the skinny body and the stunning clothes and everything. Yet she's the one who gets asked on holiday by a boy. Not a nice boy, but still a boy. And she's been ignoring him, imagine what she could do if she paid attention to him. Argh! My life sucks! And all my friends have talents, but no-one ever notices the stunning potential model. Moi!' she threw down the lid of her suitcase and sat on it.
'I'll make them notice me! I'll make the village hottie – if there even is one – fall deeply and madly in love with me. Then I'll come home and break his heart. I mean, I do need a little holiday project' she smiled slightly. Until she saw the mess she'd made of her packing. If she wanted to attract Mr Hot she may have to rethink her chunky, navy blue jumper.
What do you think? Honestly, is it worth doing any more??
R&R pwetty please
