Title: Thoughts of a Chilton Queen (duh…)
Pairing: Two people from my own brain. Anna Marie (Rich Girl) and Brian (Small town boy)
Rating: phh…this is barely "G" but some people might consider it "PG" as there's a few delicate subjects.
Chapter Title: Poker? Or Go fish?
Author's Note, and Other Information: I have tend to use words I like a lot, like "she," "going," and "like;" forgive me. And I don't really like the word "said." Yes. I know, It's weird. I don't own Chilton or anything else that sounds familiar…too bad though…I'd be rich if I did! Anyway…On with the show!
Thoughts of a Chilton Queen
Anna Marie closed her journal, and looked at the clock from her position on the bed and sighed. He's late, but what did I expect? She slid off the bed and over to the vanity to apply her make up. Hmmm…what colour would go with this dress? She was wearing a midnight blue dress. It was her version of a 'slinky black dress.' She wouldn't wear black, then it'd be too obvious she liked attention. Again, she glanced at the clock. What the hell? He's 8 minutes late. He'll suffer today. That was, of course, if she decided to go out with him.
Anna Marie walked sulkily down the stairs. She didn't like to be kept waiting. On the last step of the stairs the doorbell rang.
"Let him wait!" Anna Marie called, loud enough so her 'date' could hear.
"But, Miss, it's pouring outside!" the young maid, Savannah, hollered back.
"He should have been on time. This will teach him."
After a couple of minutes Anna Marie, opened the door to let in a soaking wet teenage boy. He was about 6' 1" with windswept dirty blonde hair. "Wow," he muttered. "You look…great. Let's go."
"Sure, just let me go get my purse," Anna Marie said as she flounced out of the room and sat in the dining room. "Savannah! Do you want to play cards?"
Savannah laughed. "You are making him wait again, Miss?"
"Poker or Go fish?"
"So, what'd you tell him this time, you had to feed your dog because you didn't trust your handy-dandy maid to do it for you? Or that you were diabetic and needed to go give yourself a shot? Then there was that classic, 'Let me go get my purse.' Poker." Savannah snorted, "Like you need to ask. I always beat you at poker if a date keeps you waiting."
"ANNA! Are you coming! We've wasted 10 minutes while you've been looking for your damn purse! How long are you going to take anyway?" Michael, Anna Marie's date yelled at her.
"What the hell? Did he just call me Anna? He just called me Anna, didn't he?" Anna Marie stomped out to the front entryway, "Is my name Anna? No, it's not. God you kept me waiting for 10 minutes. Is it my fault that I couldn't find my purse? You know what? I don't feel like going out with you anymore." She glared at him, "Well, leave already."
Michael stood there. "You can't throw me out. We're going on a date. It's Friday. We're going to dinner, then we're going to a movie. See notice the plan here? I pick you up, we leave, we eat. Then we go to the movies, I bring you back home, I go tell my friends exactly how easy you are. Get the plan now?"
"You bastard! Get out of my house! Jeff! Jeff, get out here!" Anna Marie shrieked.
"Jeff? You have a---Holy Shit! Who is that?" Michael screamed as Anna Marie's body guard walked out.
Anna Marie smiled sweetly as she answered. "That," she said pointing at Jeff, "is my body guard." She laughed, "What? You think my father would leave me alone in Hartford alone? Hellooo, he's not stupid. Jeffie, could you make Michael leave? He is being quite rude and I don't want to see him anymore." She smirked as Jeff tossed Michael out of the house, literally.
"Aww, thank you Jeff," Anna Marie said as she once strutted up the stairs to her room. "Yes, I know, I'm terribly spoiled." She said answering his unanswered comment about if she knew she was spoiled.
Hmmm…I'll have to tell Christopher about this.
Dear Christopher,
You'll never believe what I did today. ::Grins:: (Yes, that's me grinning.)
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(A/N: I'm sorry the Chapters are so short. Forgive me.