A/N: Here's a story from Janet's perspective. I find it more fun to work on two stories at once, so I will be adding more chapters to both ( I don't own any of these characters (though I wish I did) they belong to Richard O'Brien. I hope you all enjoy, I couldn't find as many stories from Janet's perspective, and she is one of my favorite characters. Please review, this is my second fanfiction! Thank you!

The phone rang in the other room as I smoothed my curls down beneath my lavender hat, secured with bobby pins to keep from slipping. I had no doubt in my mind that the caller was none other than my beloved Brad, my high school sweetheart, and boyfriend of three years. We have held onto our relationship past high school, and only one other couple we know has managed to do that successfully. We were to be attending their wedding this afternoon. The incessant bring-bring of the phone snapped me to attention, and I ran into the kitchen and picked up the receiver from its cradle. "Hello?" I said, as politely as I could. "Why hello, my darling." A smooth, heavily accented British voice answered. I gasped slightly, not sure of who this was, or why they were calling. "Excuse..me, but who is this?" I inquired, swallowing my nervousness. I always get nervous when someone strange calls my house. Even if it's a wrong number or a telemarketer, I still get the same choke in my throat, the same stutter in my voice. "Why, dear, my dear sweet Janet, you do not know? That hurts." The voice whined in reply. My eyes went wide with the fact that this stranger knew my name. I had never recalled hearing such a voice before, nor meeting a person that belonged to it. "I..believe you must have the wrong number, I apologize." I stammered, my hands now shaking. I could not explain why this call had given me such a case of the heebie-jeebies, as my mother called them. It was, after all, only a phone call. "Why, I disagree completely." The voice laughed, a mischievious, teasing laugh. "Ahh, well," the voice continued, recovering from laughter, "you shall know me soon enough." And with that, the click and dial tone replaced the voice, leaving me bewildered and a bit worried. I decided to shrug it off for now, and focus all my attention upon Ralph and Betty's wedding, but it took quite a bit. It was not until Brad pulled up in his convertible did I forget about the phone call.

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The wind playfully whipped my curls around, and I held tight to my hat as Brad drove, one arm upon the steering wheel and the other around me. He was such a good driver, so careful, especially when I was in the car with him. "Well, my darling Janet, are you excited for Ralph and Betty's wedding?" He asked, his face concentrated on the road ahead. "Oh yes!" I giggled with delight. "Can you believe it? It seems as if Ralph and Betty had just begun dating yesterday, and now they are getting married!!" I exclaimed. Sighing, I cast my eyes skyward and bit my lower lip, as I always did when I was in a romantic dreamy mood. "Oh, Brad, it's so beautiful! They will be spending the rest of their lives together!" I smiled, and fixating my attention on Brad, I saw the corners of his mouth rise into a smile, but said nothing. "Say, Janet, how long have Ralph and Betty been together?" Brad asked, his eyebrows knitting as he thought. He was so cute when he did that. I giggled. "Hmmmm..a little more than we have..three and a half years, I think." I guessed. I knew it was slightly longer than our relationship, but not too long. It was Ralph and Betty who had set Brad and I up on a date in the first place. Ralph was Brad's best friend, and Betty was my best friend as well. "Why?" I asked, my eyebrows raised quizzically. "Oh, no reason." Brad smiled, but still focused on the road so I couldn't look at the emotion in his eyes. Brad has the most beautiful blue eyes. So expressive, too.

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Finally, we pulled into the Church of Denton, its white steeple puncturing the clouds in the blue sky. It was a gorgeous church, small yet just about perfect for the size of Denton. The caretakers were a bit odd though, and everytime I looked at them, I could not help but to picture "The American Gothic," a painting of a farmer and his wife I had learned about in Art Appreciation class my senior year of high school. Funny, the things you remember from high school. Brad parked the car and got out, and crossed behind it so that he could open my door for me. I sighed dreamily, wondering how I had found such a wonderful gentleman. He was so perfect, my Brad. I couldn't imagine my life with anyone else. He took my arm as we descended up the small set of stairs leading into the church, two of the caretakers standing on either side of the doors. I studied them as I walked inside, and they both seemed oddly out of place, especially as caretakers. Of course, they dressed the part, but it was their faces that really bothered me. The woman had mysterious green eyes, which were curtained by a fringe of black eyelashes, and her ruby red lips contorted into a sly grin, an expression rarely seen on a church caretaker. Her hair was blonde and pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck, but the funny way it clung to her scalp gave me an idea that perhaps it was a wig. The man had piercing blue eyes, framed by thick, round spectacles, but the funny thing was, there was no glare upon the lenses. I concluded that it they must not have glass, or I just was thinking too much. His mouth was expressionless, but his eyebrows were arched as he stared back at me, unperturbed by my curiosity.

Brad turned and noticed me studying the caretakers. He nudged my side with his elbow, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Janet, you are staring," He whispered, but he swallowed nervously as he said it, giving me conviction that he probably had been doing the same.

"I'm sorry, Brad.but they looked so..strange!" I whispered back, biting my lower lip as I did so.

However, I didn't have time to discuss more on the matter, for the moment Brad led me into an open pew in the second row, the familiar notes of the Wedding March began to play upon the ancient church organ. *** *** *** After the bride and groom exchanged their first married kiss, we all headed for the door to congratulate the newlyweds. It was a beautiful ceremony, with Ralph so handsome in his tux and Betty positively radiant in the wedding dress her mother had sewn for her. I had never seen the two of them more happy in my entire life. I hate to admit, halfway through the ceremony, I was so swept away with the magic of it that I began to visualize my own wedding in my head. The dress, Brad smiling down upon me in a tux, just like Ralph, a rose tucked into his breast pocket and a bouquet in my hands.

"Janet. Janet!" Brad grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. My mind had wandered yet again. I sighed, half in sorrow that Brad and I were not even engaged, much less at our own wedding, and disgust with myself for my lack of attention today. "I'm so sorry Brad. I just..have something on my mind, I suppose." I decided not to discuss what was on my mind, for if it was meant to be, I certainly wouldn't want to jinx it. "I understand, punkin." He smiled, revealing those perfect teeth of his. I smiled back, he knew how much I loved pet names.

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Once outside, Brad went to congratulate Ralph, and I went to do the same for Betty.

"Oh Betty!" I laughed as I hugged her, joy for my friend overwhelming me. "I'm so happy for you!" Betty giggled. "Me as well!! Thank you so much for being here, Janet. It wouldn't have been the same without you." "I wouldn't miss it for the world!" I exclaimed. An usher ran up to Betty and whispered something into her ear. She nodded in understanding, and he took that as his cue to leave. "He says I have to throw the bouquet now." Betty sighed. "It really does seem a little strange that we aren't having a reception afterwards, but Ralph really wants to start our honeymoon as soon as possible." We both giggled mischieviously, like we had done so often watching the boy's track team practice in high school. "Are you going to try and catch it, Janet?" Betty asked, a half smile upon her lips. "Well, I suppose, it couldn't hurt to try!" I said optimistically. Betty nodded and walked up the top step of the church. "Everyone, gather round!" Betty's mother announced, waving her arms about frantically, trying to get their attention. "The bride is going to throw the bouquet!" A crowd of squealing, delighted girls joined me in hopes of catching the flowers. I turned my head to see if Brad and Ralph had been paying any attention, and while they were still talking, Brad's head cocked to the side, like he always did when he listened intently, but his eyes were watching the girls line up. Ralph squinted in the sunlight, one hand against his forehead, talking to Brad. "Ready, One...Two..Three!!" Betty tossed the beautiful arrangement of flowers into the air, and we all scrambled about as it fell back into our reach. By some miracle, I found it landing into my hands, fingers grasped tightly upon the stems. "I caught it!! I caught it!!" I jumped up and down in celebration and delight, so pleased with myself. Maybe this was the bit of luck I needed so that Brad would perhaps propose soon. The other girls sighed, disappointed that they had not caught it themselves. Some of them congratulated Janet, but most of them walked away to bid farewells to Betty. I ran up to Betty, and embraced her, wishing her the best of luck and a final congratulations on her new marriage. Ralph joined her, and Betty smiled and waved goodbye to me, before being swept away into Ralph's blue car, decorated with paint and tin cans for the wedding. As they drove away, I waved until I could no longer see the car upon the road. The people cleared out of the churchyard, getting into their cars and driving away to resume their Saturday morning routines. Brad still stood stoically across the church yard, his gaze still upon the road Betty and Ralph had just departed over.

"Oh, Brad!! Did you see? I caught the bouquet!" I laughed, and held it close to me, like a child would hold her dollie. He nodded slightly, and looked into my eyes. I could see the anticipation and anxiety in his deep blue eyes, and wondered what had happened when he and Ralph had talked.

He walked past me into the cemetery, among a group of weathered tombstones. Out of nowhere, a chord struck, and I could hear music playing. "Hey Janet." "Yes Brad?" I asked.
" I've got something to say." He looked at his shoes as he said this, but my focus was totally upon him. My heart was leaping in my chest, and I only hoped this wasn't a dream. "Uh huh," I replied, half in hope and half in concern, I love Brad so much, I just hope what is about to happen is what I think it is. "I really love the.skillful way.you beat the other girls to the bride's bouquet." He said decisively, his words both flattered and tense at the same time. I wondered what exactly he was thinking about, but at the same time, I felt my cheeks go pink and a dreamy sigh escape my lips. "Oh, oh Brad." Suddenly, the tempo of the music picked up, and it sounded like the rock n roll music the wild kids played in high school, driving around on their motorcycles, and doing other dangerous activities, such as drugs, and alcohol.and sex. My mother was always so proud of me because I did none of those things. She called me, "Denton's model citizen." Brad turned to face me, another expression in his eyes, this time of pleading and love. "The river was deep, but I swam it." From behind, I heard two voices sing in unison. "Janet." As I turned to look, I saw it was none other than the caretakers from before, standing motionless against the heavy oak doors. "The future is ours, so let's plan it." I smiled as he sang this. My heart soared in my chest, as I realized the very thing I had been hoping for was finally coming true. The fact that it was in such an unusual manner made no mark on me for the time being.

"Janet." The caretakers piped up again. "So please, don't tell me to can it." He pleaded with me, on both knees, crawling towards me. "Janet." "I've one thing to say and that's, Dammit, Janet, I love you." He exclaimed, and I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven, it was so wonderful. I wanted to embrace him at that moment, but my heart was beating too fast, and I could feel my eyes go wide in excitement. "The road was long but I ran it." He indeed had. Bradley Majors had always been there for me, thick and thin. I remember when I had been absent from school for nearly a week, sick with a nasty cold. He came over with a stack of school books and papers so that I could catch up on my schoolwork, but along with it a single red rose had accompanied it. That was the first time after our first date that I knew it was really true, and that we were meant to be. So sweet, so charming, so devonnaire, was my Bradley. "Janet." "There's a fire in my heart and you fan it." I blushed. He ran over to the church and up the steps, and I followed. I could've followed this man to the edges of the earth from this moment. The caretakers watched the scene, their faces devoid of emotion. "Janet." "If there's one fool for you then I am it." I wanted to kiss him right then, I was so overcome with adoration for this man. And believe me, I was very reserved when it came to men. My mother taught me well. But this, this was the most terrific thing that had ever happened to me. "Janet." "Now I've one thing to say and that's Dammit, Janet, I love you." I could've melted just then, the whole scenario was just so sweet. "Here's the ring to prove that I'm no joker..." He withdrew a small box from his back pocket. I brought my hands to my mouth as I gasped, surprise written in my face as I felt my eyes widen. He opened the tiny box, and I could see the glittering gold of the ring sitting amidst crushed velvet. It was like the pearl of an oyster, so beautiful, yet so very well protected. He withdrew the ring from its protector, and held it up for me to see, as one hand grasped mine, delicately caressing my palm. "There's three ways that love can grow.." He continued, and I giggled. Oh, the love we share is soo wonderful Brad, I can't imagine life without you. "That's good, bad or mediocre.." He went to put the ring upon my finger, but it slipped out of his nervous fingers. I knelt down next to him, afraid he had dropped it, not sure this was all entirely real. As he slid the gold band upon my finger, I bounced in sheer jubilation. "Oh." Brad stood up, his gaze ever intent upon me. He had a piece of chalk in his hand, and crossed over to the heavy oak doors of the church. "J-A-N-E-T I love you so!!" He proclaimed, drawing a heart upon the doors. The caretakers promptly took rags to it, and cleaned it off. I wasn't the least bit bothered, I mean, it still is a church.

He panted, and I thought my heart would burst as I finally got the chance to show him how much I loved him, and how much the prospect of marrying him brought so much joy into my life. "Ohhoohhhhh" I breathed, walking through the double doors that Brad had drawn on, into the church that was now empty, save another caretaker, with a sultry face, pouty lips and well defined eyes, who also didn't seem as if she belonged. Brad followed me inside, as well as the two caretakers. The third joined them, keeping in perfect unison and manner as the other two. "It's nicer than Betty Munroe had!!" I swooned, my eyes fastened upon the glittering band wrapped around my finger. It was indeed prettier, but it also meant more to me because it was finally mine! The caretakers changed their chorus line as I sang, very comical, but I was so numb with everything I could care less. "Oh Brad." "Now we're engaged and I'm so glad," Actually, glad was not strong enough a term for the emotions I felt that moment. "Oh Brad." "That you've met Mum and you know Dad," Brad had an astoundingly good relationship with both of my parents. That was my first clue that he was the one. "Oh Brad." "I've one thing to say and that's" I paused, and looked right into his eyes, as I belted out the next line, pouring my heart into the music, I felt the words bubble from my throat. "Brad, I'm mad for you too." I smiled, and batted my eyelashes innocently at him. "Oh, Brad" My voice was soaring as high as my heart was. I was soo grateful that Mother had made me take voice lessons so many years ago. I know it was a foolish thing to think of at that moment, but strange things pop up at strange moments. He was so flustered, and his face was pink, even the tips of his ears. He looked so sweet when he was embarrassed. "Oh, dammit." You could sense the relief in his voice. "I'm mad," I assured him. "Oh, Janet." You could hear the emotion in his voice. "For you." "I love you too," Brad came closer to me as he sang those words, I could see how vulnerable he was. All of a sudden, I saw a look cross his face that reminded me of a lightbulb switching on.

"There's one thing left to do." ".. and that's." He began nodding, almost as if he was approving of his idea before he announced it. "Go see the man who began it!" Hmm? What on earth was Brad talking about? I searched my mind for ideas.we had just seen Ralph. "Janet." "When we met in his science exam.it." His voice faltered a bit, and I bit my lower lip as I realized what he was talking about! Oh yes!! When Betty and Ralph set us up all the way in high school, it was because of instead of sitting next to Bradley, like he usually did, Ralph sat in the back next to Betty, the day of our science exam in Dr. Scott's class. The seat next to mine was the only one vacant, and I had felt my heart pound in my chest as he sat next to me. I couldn't believe it! "Janet." "Made me give you the eye, and then panic," He admitted, bashfully, his face turning slightly red. I remembered when I looked out of the corner of my eye, that day, and noticed Brad's dreamy blue eyes trying to connect with mine. When they finally did, we both blushed and turned away, trying to pretend as if nothing had happened. "Janet." "There's one thing to say and that's." He came in closer to me, and it was as if we were the only two in the world. I knew it wasn't true, and the most absurd thing was the three caretakers had carried in a casket for the next use of the church, a funeral. They sat in silence, like living gargoyles, watching yet saying nothing more. "Dammit, Janet," Brad whispered as he came closer. "Oh Brad, I'm mad," I tossed my curls a bit as I turned my head nearer. "Dammit, Janet." At that moment, I could bear it no longer. As if by magic, we both sang in unison. "I love you." His lips met mine and we kissed, a delightful bit of bliss. I absorbed his love and he mine, simply in a kiss. That was something we had long been accustomed to, and since we were both of very high standing, moral families, that was all we had dared to do.

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