(A/N: Based on personal experiences. Enjoy!)
Summary: Why can no one ever leave Jenny in peace? It would make things so much easier. Slight AU and/or OOC-ness.
Disclaimer: Do not own the MySims franchise. *snugglehz Tobor plushie pathetically*
In The Starcruiser Closet
A Jenny Fanfic
by Jill Diamond
Jenny sat behind her desk at HQ, her fingers flying across the keyboard. A constant, sharp clicking rang though the vaulted ceiling lobby as she typed, with no intent of stopping.
This had to be her greatest "Starcruiser X" fan fiction ever. Captain Argon, that gorgeous hunk, had just got pulled through a wormhole, and was now with only his machete and a hundred rabid aliens. He had no contact with Central Command and-
"Jenny? Could you scooch over for a minute? It's time for your keyboard's daily sanitation!"
She looked up to see Roxie hovering over her with a bottle of disinfectant spray armed in her hand like a bazooka.
"Alright," Jenny surrendered with a breath, pushing her rollie chair away with the heels of her palms. She crossed her arms over her chest as Roxie began to swab down the keyboard.
Roxie glanced up a couple of times at the word document still open on the monitor, and her small mouth curled up into a smile.
"Ooh, what'cha writing?"
Jenny was dreading those words. The tips of her ears turned white hot as the awkward grew thicker. She tucked her chin in deeper to her chest.
"Nothing," she muttered nervously.
"Well, if it's nothing, do you mind if I read it?" Roxie prodded, her voice still innocent and curious.
The arms around Jenny wrapped tighter as she took in a deep breath.
"It's actually kind of personal..." She drifted off as she reached under Roxie to minimize the window before it could be read.
The darker skinned girl looked briefly disappointed, but soon went back to her cleaning.
Jenny swallowed hard. She loved writing fan fiction so much. She wanted to write it constantly. She had even bought several small notebooks for herself just to write in when she wasn't near a computer. But the sight of her possibly writing secrets down intrigued the other Sims, and she would always get someone breathing down her neck, asking what she was writing.
"Just a story" she wold always answer, crunching her shoulders to help block their view.
Of course, that always plugged the next question-"About what?" Now, she would have loved to tell them exactly what it was about. To let her eyes sparkle as she went through the still-forming plot in nauseating detail. But around these parts, no one had ever even heard of fan fiction, much less tried to write it. She would be silently shunned, considered a weirdo by her friends and co-workers. She wasn't ready to take that risk yet. She wanted to be known before she was judged.
With one more spritz of disinfectant, and one more swipe of a monster cotton swab, Roxie nodded her head in accomplishment and chirped, "All yours."
Jenny pulled herself back so that her abdomen was barely touching the edge of the desk. The newly sanitized keyboard felt a tad slippery, but soon she was clacking away again, praying no one else would try to read her masterpiece.
The End
(A/N: As I said, slight AU and/or OOC-ness. This happens to me all the time; it was very easy to write. Laterz.)