Set after the trip back. Anyone else want to fill this part in, be my guest. Capital-C, your call.
I may pass the baton after this. After all, this story's fair game for anyone up to it.
Yeah, I don't own AGU.
Enjoy!
----------------------A Few Days Later - Back Home
After the harrassment by so called 'friends' died down - (well, Susie) Angelica was on her own to fight down the consequences of what her little favor was going to cost her.
Waiting until the coast was clear, she made her move.
"Pst" She pulled up the collar of her jacket and lowered her hat, then hissed a little louder, "Pst! Finster."
"Yeah? Huh!"
He was grabbed by the shirt and pulled to the floor behind the Java Lava counter.
"Angelica? What?"
"Shut it Finster. We don't have time."
"Angelica, I don't know what you're..."
"You think it would all blow over!" She took out her cell and furiously pressed redail and spoke into the reciever.
"Harold? Yeah, give me the stats" and handed the phone over to Chuckie.
"That's up to 50 percent now, Angelica" chipped a voice on the other end.
She snatched the phone back and hung up. "That's half. Half of the school who know about it."
He gulped. He didn't ask her to do it, but reminding her of that fact right now probably wasn't the safest move, almost 13 years of experience had taught him that much.
"I figure we've got two more days, until Monday to come up with a plan. You with me?"
Nodding cautiously, he got back up to his feet. The place had really cleared out.
She led him over to a table and put her hat and sunglasses down on it. "Good. Let's get started."
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It took a while for them to come up with a really good plan. It seemed impossible since so much damage had been done that was irreversible. The damage being to reputation but that was exactly what the plan was supposed to protect.
"OK. Since this can only help your reputation, you've got to do your best to stay with me." She waved her hand in front of his eyes "Chuckie?"
It was an hour later.
"You don't have to rub it in, Angelica."
"Focus Chuckie. I have better things to do than to sit here scheming with you, believe it or not. It's just some things are more nessecary than others."
"What do I do again?"
"Our first choice was to pretend we were all caught up in the moment, you know? But that's too weak to stick, so we need something bigger. Maybe to pretend that you're rich,"
She caught his look.
"Really rich and you were paying me for the kiss. But people will think I threatened you into backing up that."
She groaned.
"So we're back at square one?" He offered sympathetically.
"Get up Finster and make me something to drink."