1 Title: Satine as a Schoolgirl
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: The sequel to "A Better Life", Victoria wasn't the only one living in someone else's body. Satine lives the rest of her life in (cough) my (cough) body. Will she be able to survive life with my annoying stepfather (which I still have yet to tell my mommy about)? Will she be able to withstand school at Garden City High? And the most important question…will she find a way to get over Christian? Will she find new love? And will I stop asking these annoying questions that I have yet to answer? KEKEKEKE
Disclaimer: I do not own Satine, but I own all my friends, which you will probably not recognize anyway…
Rating: PG-no need to explain…I hope
REEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD and REEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEW
Note: I'm going to refer to Satine as Veronica, because it's much much easier.
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Veronica woke up staring into the deep blue eyes and almost kissed him, thinking that this was Satine's Christian. But this wasn't the man she loved; this was someone else. She would need to develop a relationship before attempting something like that.
"Hey sleepy-head," Christian said, laughing.
"What time is it?" Veronica groaned, still quite tired.
"It's 11 AM," Christian answered. "Erin and my parents went out food shopping, so we're alone in the house."
Veronica's eyes lit up. "Alone...as in...completely alone?"
"Of course, what did you think I meant...alone yet not completely alone? How is that even possible?"
Veronica frowned. Christian was being sarcastic, but the bad kind of sarcastic...the sarcastic with an attitude. "Who woke up on the wrong side of the futon this morning?"
Veronica raised her eyebrow after she said this remark. 'Where did that come from?' she thought.
"I...I'm sorry," Christian stuttered, taken aback by Veronica's comment.
Veronica fell back onto her bed and tried to fall asleep, but Christian began singing, and it was quite hard to even concentrate with his strong voice.
"MY GIFT IS MY SONG!" he belted out.
After a few of the verses, Veronica realized what song he was singing.
"H-how do you know that song?" Veronica asked.
"It's an Elton John song...it's pretty popular, you know," Christian answered, moving closer to Veronica.
"Who's Elton John?"
"Did you hit your head in that car crash or what? Elton John is a singer and a songwriter...he wrote that song."
"But he couldn't have...my Christian wrote that song!" Veronica blurted out...then realized what she said.
"What are you talking about...is there another Christian that I don't know about...because I most definitely never wrote that song," Christian started getting very defensive and decided to push Veronica away with his thoughts, refusing to let her in.
"I...I need to tell you something," Veronica stuttered. "I'm not Veronica...my name is Satine...I'm a courtesan from the Moulin Rouge!"
"Now you're really going crazy!" Christian yelled out. "You should get that brain checked because the Moulin Rouge has been closed down for several decades now!"
"There's no need to yell..." Veronica was crying now. She desperately wanted to be let into Christian's life, but he wasn't even letting her in one bit.
Christian ran out of the room, leaving a depressed Veronica on the bed crying silent tears.
"Come what may..." Veronica whispered, just barely audible. She then proceeded into the rest of the song. "Come what may...I will love you! Until my dying day. Suddenly the world...seems such a perfect place..." She couldn't go on, the memories were too painful, and the thought occurred to her that someone else...this Veronica girl, perhaps...could be with her Christian.
Christian was listening to the entire song, and felt sorry for storming out and yelling at the girl. He began to believe that she was Satine, because she remembered Erin mentioning that Veronica wasn't feeling like herself lately. "I'm sorry Veronica..." he whispered, walking into the room. "I've just been in a pretty bad situation lately."
"Come over here and tell me about it," Veronica said, motioning for Christian to sit beside her on her bed.
"You see...last week, my girlfriend Tess broke up with me. Her brother used to be my best friend, but ever since Tess broke up with me, we seemed to grow apart. I feel like I'm losing all my friends, and I've now lost my job, and I'm very close to losing my sanity...you're not exactly helping, either," Christian said, breaking into tears. "I don't know what I'm going to do...I can't think straight my life's so messed up!"
Veronica put her arms around Christian and did her best to comfort him, just like she'd comfort Christian through all of his problems. "There, there...everything will be okay."
"And how would you know?" Christian asked. "You're not exactly from this time..."
"So now you believe me?" Veronica grinned, helping Christian wipe up his tears.
"Well...not entirely...but I'm starting to believe you more than I had before," Christian said, managing a smile.
"Well, let's just say I have to have some luck if I managed to survive consumption to end up here," Veronica said, with a sly smile.
"Tell me about this other Christian...he sounds kind of cool..."
"Well...he's a very talented writer...but tragically impoverished...and he happens to look a heck of a lot like you," Veronica said, edging closer and closer to him.
"Hey...what do you know, we have everything in common now...I'm a writer...and with the loss of my job and best friend, I'm tragically impoverished," Christian laughed, but wasn't inwardly smiling.
"You poor thing...let mommy help!" Veronica said, and she pushed him over and was about to unzip his pants when the thought occurred that she wasn't going to be paid for this and that Christian might not actually want to have a night of erotic pleasure. "Sorry...got a bit carried away in the moment."
"I'll say! Let's leave our relationship to friends for now...and I'll help you get through the torture of school...Satine," Christian said, cocking his head with the same silly grin that had won Satine over back in Montmartre. ((A/N: I finally learned the proper spelling...and OMG I was reading a short story in English and the main character was touring Paris and he went into Montmartre...unfortunately it was in the 1920s and Satine wasn't exactly alive then :*( I'm babbling aren't I...?))
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A/N: Woohoo that was incredibly fun to write! I think I know where I'm headed now, it's just getting there that'll be a problem. Oh well!
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: The sequel to "A Better Life", Victoria wasn't the only one living in someone else's body. Satine lives the rest of her life in (cough) my (cough) body. Will she be able to survive life with my annoying stepfather (which I still have yet to tell my mommy about)? Will she be able to withstand school at Garden City High? And the most important question…will she find a way to get over Christian? Will she find new love? And will I stop asking these annoying questions that I have yet to answer? KEKEKEKE
Disclaimer: I do not own Satine, but I own all my friends, which you will probably not recognize anyway…
Rating: PG-no need to explain…I hope
REEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD and REEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEW
Note: I'm going to refer to Satine as Veronica, because it's much much easier.
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Veronica woke up staring into the deep blue eyes and almost kissed him, thinking that this was Satine's Christian. But this wasn't the man she loved; this was someone else. She would need to develop a relationship before attempting something like that.
"Hey sleepy-head," Christian said, laughing.
"What time is it?" Veronica groaned, still quite tired.
"It's 11 AM," Christian answered. "Erin and my parents went out food shopping, so we're alone in the house."
Veronica's eyes lit up. "Alone...as in...completely alone?"
"Of course, what did you think I meant...alone yet not completely alone? How is that even possible?"
Veronica frowned. Christian was being sarcastic, but the bad kind of sarcastic...the sarcastic with an attitude. "Who woke up on the wrong side of the futon this morning?"
Veronica raised her eyebrow after she said this remark. 'Where did that come from?' she thought.
"I...I'm sorry," Christian stuttered, taken aback by Veronica's comment.
Veronica fell back onto her bed and tried to fall asleep, but Christian began singing, and it was quite hard to even concentrate with his strong voice.
"MY GIFT IS MY SONG!" he belted out.
After a few of the verses, Veronica realized what song he was singing.
"H-how do you know that song?" Veronica asked.
"It's an Elton John song...it's pretty popular, you know," Christian answered, moving closer to Veronica.
"Who's Elton John?"
"Did you hit your head in that car crash or what? Elton John is a singer and a songwriter...he wrote that song."
"But he couldn't have...my Christian wrote that song!" Veronica blurted out...then realized what she said.
"What are you talking about...is there another Christian that I don't know about...because I most definitely never wrote that song," Christian started getting very defensive and decided to push Veronica away with his thoughts, refusing to let her in.
"I...I need to tell you something," Veronica stuttered. "I'm not Veronica...my name is Satine...I'm a courtesan from the Moulin Rouge!"
"Now you're really going crazy!" Christian yelled out. "You should get that brain checked because the Moulin Rouge has been closed down for several decades now!"
"There's no need to yell..." Veronica was crying now. She desperately wanted to be let into Christian's life, but he wasn't even letting her in one bit.
Christian ran out of the room, leaving a depressed Veronica on the bed crying silent tears.
"Come what may..." Veronica whispered, just barely audible. She then proceeded into the rest of the song. "Come what may...I will love you! Until my dying day. Suddenly the world...seems such a perfect place..." She couldn't go on, the memories were too painful, and the thought occurred to her that someone else...this Veronica girl, perhaps...could be with her Christian.
Christian was listening to the entire song, and felt sorry for storming out and yelling at the girl. He began to believe that she was Satine, because she remembered Erin mentioning that Veronica wasn't feeling like herself lately. "I'm sorry Veronica..." he whispered, walking into the room. "I've just been in a pretty bad situation lately."
"Come over here and tell me about it," Veronica said, motioning for Christian to sit beside her on her bed.
"You see...last week, my girlfriend Tess broke up with me. Her brother used to be my best friend, but ever since Tess broke up with me, we seemed to grow apart. I feel like I'm losing all my friends, and I've now lost my job, and I'm very close to losing my sanity...you're not exactly helping, either," Christian said, breaking into tears. "I don't know what I'm going to do...I can't think straight my life's so messed up!"
Veronica put her arms around Christian and did her best to comfort him, just like she'd comfort Christian through all of his problems. "There, there...everything will be okay."
"And how would you know?" Christian asked. "You're not exactly from this time..."
"So now you believe me?" Veronica grinned, helping Christian wipe up his tears.
"Well...not entirely...but I'm starting to believe you more than I had before," Christian said, managing a smile.
"Well, let's just say I have to have some luck if I managed to survive consumption to end up here," Veronica said, with a sly smile.
"Tell me about this other Christian...he sounds kind of cool..."
"Well...he's a very talented writer...but tragically impoverished...and he happens to look a heck of a lot like you," Veronica said, edging closer and closer to him.
"Hey...what do you know, we have everything in common now...I'm a writer...and with the loss of my job and best friend, I'm tragically impoverished," Christian laughed, but wasn't inwardly smiling.
"You poor thing...let mommy help!" Veronica said, and she pushed him over and was about to unzip his pants when the thought occurred that she wasn't going to be paid for this and that Christian might not actually want to have a night of erotic pleasure. "Sorry...got a bit carried away in the moment."
"I'll say! Let's leave our relationship to friends for now...and I'll help you get through the torture of school...Satine," Christian said, cocking his head with the same silly grin that had won Satine over back in Montmartre. ((A/N: I finally learned the proper spelling...and OMG I was reading a short story in English and the main character was touring Paris and he went into Montmartre...unfortunately it was in the 1920s and Satine wasn't exactly alive then :*( I'm babbling aren't I...?))
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A/N: Woohoo that was incredibly fun to write! I think I know where I'm headed now, it's just getting there that'll be a problem. Oh well!