School Drama

Chapter 3

(Following day Saturday at Burger Guy)

A.J. ate his veggie burger as he waited for his girlfriend Blondie to arrive. It was almost noon and she was at least half an hour late.

You'd think someone with magical powers would be able to get ready quickly. – A.J.

Suddenly a blonde teen ran inside looking around frantically.

"Over here!" A.J. called and Blondie saw him and ran over excitedly.

"Sorry I'm late A.J.," Blondie apologized.

"It's okay," A.J. told her.

Blondie took up a menu and decided to order a fish burger meal and hash browns. She gave her order to the waitress who roller bladed off to get it.

"Did Jorgen contact you yesterday?" A.J. asked.

"Actually this morning," Blondie admitted, "he's still sceptical about us dating," she said, "after all, I'm supposed to be your fairy godmother," she reminded him.

"Well thank god you're not anymore," A.J. said feeling uncomfortable about the very idea of dating anyone who was in anyway a 'mother' to him, "but of course now I…"

"Hey!" Binky cried angrily.

"Shhhh," A.J. snapped, "you can't talk while you're a watch."

"No wonder he sucks," Blondie muttered and Binky snarled.

"I swear," A.J. said, "Jorgen gave me Binky just to make my life suck."

"You think," Blondie whispered as they became quiet since the waitress was returning with Blondie's order, "thank you," she said kindly and gave the waitress the money.

"Yeah," the waitress said carefully as she gave A.J.'s watch a strange look before skating away.

"Wonder if she heard a certain snarl?" Blondie asked sarcastically.

"Yeah Binky," A.J. whispered angrily, "cut it out before we get caught."

"So," Blondie said, "how's single life?"

"Come on Blondie," A.J. protested, "an open relationship isn't so bad," he told her.

"For you," Blondie snapped, "I'm Blonda, fairy and fairy world movie star," she declared, "I deserve better."

"I really care about you Blondie," A.J. said gently, "but here you're a home schooled teenager who I hang out with, secretly like, and your name's Blondie Paterson, a teenager who's been independent of her parents for six months now," he reminded her.

Blondie looked at her body. In fairy world she was a famous blonde with pink eyes and looks that got her on the cover of magazines. Here she had a different look. She had light brown hair that almost reached her waist, freckles on her cheeks and arms, shining sky blue eyes, tanned white skin, was 5'7, and wore a floral baby doll dress and white sandals. She was supposed to be a girl who was raised in the country but also travelled with her parents who were healers until they died in a plane crash when she was twelve. She then was adopted but the family was mean to her and she got emancipated through the courts as a result. She was also considered a really good abstract painter and made money from that. She went under the name 'Bright Sunflower' for her art as to not draw attention to herself, which were Jorgen's orders when she and A.J. made it clear that they wanted to be together and would accept whatever life Blonda (now Blondie) had to take on in order that they could be together.

"Yeah," Blondie said with a sigh, "my sister Wanda would get a kick out of it if she knew," she said with a laugh, "me selfish Blonda giving up fame and glitz for a teenage boy," she said as her voice started to crack.

"I know you miss your life and most of your powers," A.J. said and rubbed her shoulder, "but I'll give you a better life, I promise," he told her.

Blondie looked lovingly at A.J. He had given up so much for her. Even being a C.I.A. agent when he realized how risky it was getting for him being a part of it and keeping her a secret from them. There were always offers for him to come back. But he politely rejected them.

A.J. was 5'9, bald, African American, blue eyed, smart, knew when to wear a suit and when to just relax in cotton and denim. He was on the baseball team and the chess team. And he was still able to keep his cool factor at school. Girls swooned over his looks and attitude, teachers loved him for his excellent grades. A.J. enjoyed the life of being a cool nerd in honest retrospect. He gained popularity after Timmy did and even though Timmy spoke to him now unlike when he wasn't popular. A.J. didn't hang out with him much. He forgave Timmy for what he did. But he just couldn't trust Timmy anymore. He and Chester weren't friends anymore. It wasn't about popularity. It was about growing a part. Chester and A.J. went in different directions in life. Different cliques, different things, that's what happened. They would talk on a rare occasion but mainly they were in two different worlds and would just keep the memories of their past friendship close always. Few people knew he hung out with Blonda and most found her shy and weird. Blonda had made friends with Tootie and surprisingly Vicky as well. This made teens see her as even weirder. A.J. did date but never exclusively. Girls never minded. Well all girls except Blonda.

"I'll never regret our time together A.J.," Blonda said sweetly, "never," she said and kissed him on the cheek.

But unknown to them several tables away a man watching them carefully. A man from the C.I.A.

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(Noon at Vicky's Residence)

Tootie stepped inside carefully. She never knew what mood Vicky would be in.

"Huh?" Mark said from the living room.

"It's me Tootie," Tootie told him.

"Oh Toots," Mark said and Tootie cringed, "come here, and sit with your cool…"

"Hey is that Tootie!" Vicky suddenly shouted and Tootie could hear her running down the steps, "well, well," she said coldly when she saw me, "here again for another week or weekend?" she asked.

"Week," Tootie responded.

"Week?" Mark demanded loudly.

Vicky and Tootie simultaneously paled.

"It's no problem sweetie," Vicky said sweetly, "she's my sister," she added.

"Your parents need to care for their kid!" Mark shouted, "she can't keep coming here like that!"

"Well I'm not leaving her to have to scrape and whore on the street!" Vicky shouted so loudly that for a moment after Tootie couldn't hear a thing.

There was a tense silence.

"I'm sorry," Mark apologized, "I just don't like it when people dump their kids," he said humbly.

"It's okay Mark," Tootie told him, "I know you care."

"Get upstairs before you infect us with your weirdness," Vicky snapped suddenly.

"Don't be mean to her," Mark protested.

"Shut up!" Vicky shouted.

"Okay," Mark conceded.

"Get upstairs weirdo," Vicky told Tootie who nodded and headed up the stairs, "and are you still a part of that Drama club?" she asked.

"Yes Vicky," Tootie said tiredly.

"Weirdo," Vicky muttered and headed for the living room.

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(Meanwhile at Timmy's residence)

"Timmy!" Mr. and Mrs. Turner cheered as they watched their son win a match on TV.

"We've watched this a thousand times," Timmy muttered, "when can I go?"

"Shhhh," Veronica said as she watched the television intently with Timmy's parents.

"I'm going to get a soda," Timmy said and went into the kitchen.

He suddenly heard shuffling feet. He turned around curiously to see his three year old sister Siren. Even more curious was that five teenagers stood behind her.

"Your match can get boring after seeing it nine hundred times," the only male in the group Fred Josh said frankly.

"Not to my parents, Veronica and Tad obviously," Timmy muttered as he took out several packs of sodas, "knock yourselves out," he said and passed it to Fred.

"Righteous," Fred said and took them, "Tad's just looking for a way to beat you," he said simply as the females giggled and followed, "pay him no mind," he told Timmy.

"Trust me," Timmy responded, "I try my best not to."

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(2pm at the McBadbat's Residence)

"Will you ever amount to anything!" Mr. McBadbat shouted at Chester, "poor grades, your lifestyle!" he cried, "what else will you do wrong?" he demanded.

"Slit my throat maybe," Chester said sarcastically.

"That's not funny," Mr. McBadbat said coldly, "thank god you're at least dating that Tootie girl," he said, "even if she's Vicky's…." he added.

"God, will I ever do anything right for you!" Chester shouted.

"Don't you shout at me!" Mr. McBadbat shouted back, "I care for your ass when others would've thrown you out," he told Chester.

"You're my father," Chester countered.

"Sometimes I don't know why," Mr. McBadbat said shaking his head.

"Maybe if you remarry, you'll have a better child," Chester told him.

"I'm not saying that," Mr. McBadbat said.

"You're not, I am," Chester responded.

"Just clean your room and be ready to go to 'Ribs and Things' at five," Mr. McBadbat told him.

"Ribs and…?" Chester started to ask and his father nodded, "Whoo Hoo!" he cried excitedly, "I love you Dad!" he cried and hugged him.

"Love you too son," Mr. McBadbat said softly and hugged him back.

If only it could always be like this. – Mr. McBadbat.

Chapter Completed