..:: Prologue - Sleepover ::..

It was in Dimmsdale, the profound black night was thickening of fog with the unusually eerie silence. Nothing, was all Veronica could distinguish from her bedroom window, even when she squint her eyes to get a better view as her nose is pressed against the glass. She wasn't able to spot her best friend, Trixie Tang.

Finally, after who knows how long, Veronica moved away from the windows sill to start up her computer. As her operating system was booting, she padded her polyester pajamas neatly and observed the shrines of her friend, Trixie. Whether it be a poster, plushy, or any merchandise inspired by Trixie; Veronica had it.

She took one glance at the clock in the corner of her screen that read, 9:23 PM. Double clicking her instant messaging client, the first thing she notices clearly was Trixie's status set as 'Online.'

Veronica scratched her bottom lip. Could Trixie have forgotten about their sleepover?

She reached over to turn off the nearby lamp, leaving the entire room dark with the computer monitor as the only source of light.

She softly drummed her fingers on the base of the keyboard. What is it did she wanted to say to Trixie? Remind her about their sleepover? On the other hand, perhaps she should just leave it alone and act as if that it never happened?

She did however spent most of her day setting up the guess bedroom as a decoy, just so she could steer Trixie away from seeing all of the shrines in Veronica's real room. After all that backache, she figured the hard labor shouldn't go to waste.

Veronica concluded her thoughts and went ahead.

"Hey Trixie, like, how come you're not here at my sleepover? I've been waiting for you all night," Veronica spoke aloud as she misspelled much of her wording. Veronica stared at the monitor, her hands clutch onto her chest, just waiting for that reply.

It was only a minute or so when she finally spotted the typing indication and just moments later…

'I forgot. I was so caught up with starting my own party; everyone's here… except the losers of course, because I'm Popular.' It took a few seconds for Trixie's message to sink in before Veronica moved in to type in her reply with fingers trembling.

"But, what about our sleepover?" was all she was able to type. She pause just before hitting the Send. She was eager to inform Trixie. "I already had the sleeping bags set up." Now she sends. Veronica sat there with only the thin sound of crackling of CPU working within her computer.

'Maybe some other time, promise!' Trixie concluded with a smiley face embed of text.

Veronica this time was quick in her response and dabbed the keys instantaneously. "So why haven't you at least invited me to your party?"

'I figured you'd were asleep by now, sorry.'

Before hitting another key, Veronica was left in her own thoughts, wanting to ask that next question… "Can I come over?"

…

Minutes passed and not a single answer to her last question. Veronica's posture was beginning to ache her as she waited patiently. All she did was stared and remained vigilant, until finally … "Trixie logged off at 10:34 PM."

How can such an automated message leave an uncomfortable lump in her throat?

Veronica slowly began to shiver, tears just edging over the lids of her itching eyes. She didn't know what to think of it. She was snubbed… online for that matter. What could have happened? Was Trixie quietly mad at her, or perhaps Veronica was becoming more and more unpopular by the day.

Their sleepover was blown off so Trixie could throw her own party that Veronica wasn't even invited to... possibly forgotten.

She typed, second by second, "Hello?" only for the messaging client to repeat, "Trixie is currently offline."

This was suppose to be Trixie's first time visiting Veronica's house. They were going to have their first sleepover and have a good time; at least that's what Veronica believed.

She scrolled up with her mouse wheel to review the conversation… then she spotted that very line Trixie sent that stung her the most; "everyone's here… except the losers of course."

She gently wheeled her chair around and looked at the many Trixie's that stared at her. Apparently, the time has come; she knew it would arrive someday. She felt defeated and all she was able to do was slouch like a worthless person who lost everything she thought was important to her. Her tears dripped and seeped into the fabric of her pajamas as the images of Trixie Tang were gorgeously smiling with a profound sense of superiority over her now sorrowing friend.

..:: To Be Continued ::..

Author's Note: This is my first FanFiction in such a very long time. It was a slow struggle, but I got a short plot ready in mind to finish this story. It started a little dark, but it should get funny soon (of course that wouldn't sound right in real life). Feel Free to Review and Critique. I'm sure there will be plenty. Thanks!

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