Backward Fantasy
Fantasy Island/Emergency Crossover
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Ghostwriter85
Marianne and Julie
Scene 2
"You're not normal." Janie propped her petite body, and blondish hair, against a slug of pillows that sat in the bay window. She then decided it was too much of a bother and ended up tossing all but one onto the floor. She laid flat on her back, using the wall to prop her feet up.
"And will you please define what that is?" Marianne then told her roommate she looked like a poorly baked pretzel in the shape of a want-to-be L. "It'd be more ladylike to sit up straight, without your ankles exposed".
"At least I look like I'm from this century. And since when did you care about whose ankles are showing." Janie rolled her eyes at the sight of Marianne's dark auburn hair done in a tight bun, old high button shoes and plain gray dress covering a frame many of their fellow students envied.
"My dear child, you know I always dress in character." Marianne pulled down glasses that looked real, but were nothing but cheap frame with glass in them.
"Child?" Janie busted up laughing, "I'm only two years younger than you." Her shoulders shook and tears rolled down her face.
"Marianne is, Laura is not." Marianne replied and tried to get back into character but the more the attempt was made the worse Janie's fit of laughter got. "Oh, for crying out loud…" Marianne tossed a nearby paperback in her friend's direction, "…go find someone else to torment, I have my lines to memorize." Julie quit laughing and sat up, but she did not leave.
"Serious question, before ya go all actressy on me." Janie clasped her hands on the bottom sill. "Why do you keep turning down the dates I fix you up with? We're at a university, we're supposed to date and go to parties."
"I date and go to parties." Marianne kept a straight face as she said it knowing full well how Janie was going to respond, the whole time cringing at her friend saying 'actressy'; it wasn't even a word!
"Your grandfather and family reunions don't count." Janie scowled and it was Marianne's turn to bust up laughing.
"Well, you said…." Marianne didn't finish her sentence because Janie threw a pillow at her.
"Seriously, Marianne, you're twenty-one and - even when you aren't memorizing lines - I swear you could pass for fifty." Janie stood up and walked to the sink. It wasn't that far considering no wall divided the living room from the dining room or kitchen. It was a pretty boring, traditional one-bedroom apartment many college students lived in. It was because of that Marianne slept on a futon while Janie slept in the only room in the apartment.
"I'm not that bad." Marianne protested, "Just because I like to go to dinner with a man who has shaved more than once in his life doesn't qualify me as ancient."
"And what about parties? I never see you at them." Janie never had either, every time she looked Marianne was nowhere in sight.
"I prefer to avoid parties with students getting so drunk they don't even know what they are doing; besides, I don't even drink the stuff." Marianne gave up on getting into character and memorizing lines, and closed the book. "I'm going for a walk."
Janie watched her friend go and started flipping through a paper of ads her friend, Colleen, had brought over just that morning. Nothing caught her eye. All of it was the same boring ads. Cars, furniture, room mates wanted and such. She was about to close it when the words Have a fantasy you want fulfilled? Don't know how to do it… the more Janie read, the more excited she got. Marianne was going to get a reality check, that was …if she could get her away from the theater long enough to do it.