I disclaim. If I owned these characters, Jason would still be on the show. Thank you. :)
Just a short little prologue to see what you guys think. I don't know how often I'll get to update this one, but if it seems to be going well, I'll do my best to keep writing. (Just depends on the feedback and how much writing I'm doing on the Broe fic I have going.)
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Prologue
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(The year 2012)
Mimi Lockhart leaned against the back wall of the elevator and stared at the red numbers that marked off each floor. The elevator went higher, seemingly letting someone off at every single floor. The delay only served to frustrate Mimi, causing her to nibble the edge of the nail on her pinky as she waited for the elevator to finally arrive at her floor.
The doors slid open and Mimi adjusted her purse on her shoulder as she left the elevator to walk into the offices of the Spectator. She attempted to make a beeline towards her desk, but was intercepted when Harold Wentworth scooted directly in front of her, nearly knocking her over.
"HAROLD! Geeeeeez... Watch where you're walking, buddy..."
"Mimi! I'm glad you're back from lunch! There's --"
Mimi waved her hand and walked around him, shaking her head as she replied. "No, no, no, don't mention work to me yet... I have an important phone call to make before I talk about work."
Harold whirled around to follow and put his hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Belle Black is on the phone. I told her to hold on because I saw you getting off the elevator."
Mimi turned her head and looked at him in surprise. "Oh. That's who I was going to call anyway. And why are you answering the phones? What happened to Janie?"
"She's... sick... or something. I don't know how that girl still has a job here."
Mimi laughed and took a seat at her desk, grinning at Harold as she replied. "Because she never shows up so Jennifer can fire her."
Harold laughed softly and winked at her before he pointed at the phone. "Belle is on line two... and when you're done, there's a staff meeting in the conference room."
Mimi smiled and waved him away as she picked up the phone on her desk. She grabbed the white envelope out of her purse and laid it in front of her as she hit the button for line two. "Hey Belle..."
Belle's excited voice came over the line, and Mimi immediately knew that Belle had received the same envelope she had. "Mimi! Did you get it? Did you get yours?"
"You mean my Salem High Class of 2002, Ten Year Reunion Package? Yeah, I went home during lunch and it was right there waiting to lather me with humiliation."
"Humiliation? Mimi... You are one of the most successful people I know. Why wouldn't Miriam Lockhart, a columnist for the Salem Spectator who is about to go nationally syndicated, NOT want to go back to her high school and show off a little?"
Mimi rolled her eyes, even though she knew Belle couldn't see the gesture. She began emptying the contents of the envelope on to her desk as she replied to her friend. "Because, Belle, every single person from that school that I care about, I see all the time. The rest of them... I don't care. High school was not exactly an amazing experience for me, so I'm not that anxious to go back there."
"Please don't tell me it's because you are single."
"Noooo, it's not because I'm single. I'm perfectly happy being single; it's much less stressful this way. I just... I don't really have ANY desire to see those people. And, if any of them wanted to see me, I'm sure they would have picked up the phone and tried to call me at some point in the past ten years."
There was an awkward pause from Belle's end before she asked sadly. "It's not Kevin, is it? You're not still bitter because Kevin went off and married the first girl he met at Stanford?"
Mimi snickered softly and glanced at the letter inviting her to the reunion. "Kevin? Kevin Lambert? You have got to be kidding me, Belle... I am NOT still bitter about that. I could care less about him."
"Alright, fine, fine, fine, it's not because of Kevin then... Can you please just think about it? That's all I'm asking... THINK about it."
Mimi sighed loudly and reluctantly gave in to her best friend's request. "Alright, I will *think* about it, but that's as far as it goes..."
Mimi could almost see the satisfied smile on Belle's face as she giddily replied. "Great! You know I'll get you to go, whether you like it or not."
"I have no doubt that you will try. But, uhm... you're going to have to continue your harassment later, I've got a meeting to get to."
"Alright, I'll see you later, Meems... Think about it please."
Mimi laughed and nodded slightly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bye Belle..."
Mimi hung up the phone and looked back at the invitation and schedule of events for the reunion. She saw a page with a note to all alumni saying, "This is a list of students whom we have lost contact with over the years. If you know of their whereabouts, please help us get in contact with them so they can join us at the reunion this summer. Thank you."
She sighed softly as her eyes ran over the list of names, looking for one specific one. She laid the tip of her fingernail underneath the name and frowned at it.
Belle had been dreadfully wrong when she had brought up the name Kevin Lambert. Mimi had gotten over him quickly and cleanly, without any lingering bitterness. No, it was another one of her classmates that had haunted her thoughts for ten years. Her mind always went back to one snowy winter night during the Christmas break of her freshman year in college. One perfect kiss under the stars, which no kiss in the past ten years had ever lived up to.
It was a memory she always held close to her heart, even though it was associated with a small amount of heartbreak. It had been their first and only kiss, and no matter how hard she tried to get it out of her head, she couldn't. Even after his promises to keep in touch with her were broken, his lips, his fingers and his eyes still remained in her memory.
Her eyes were glued to the name that was the cause of that perfect memory and the heartbreak that followed. A name that had not only remained out of contact with her, but with Salem High as well. Jason Masters.
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Just a short little prologue to see what you guys think. I don't know how often I'll get to update this one, but if it seems to be going well, I'll do my best to keep writing. (Just depends on the feedback and how much writing I'm doing on the Broe fic I have going.)
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Prologue
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(The year 2012)
Mimi Lockhart leaned against the back wall of the elevator and stared at the red numbers that marked off each floor. The elevator went higher, seemingly letting someone off at every single floor. The delay only served to frustrate Mimi, causing her to nibble the edge of the nail on her pinky as she waited for the elevator to finally arrive at her floor.
The doors slid open and Mimi adjusted her purse on her shoulder as she left the elevator to walk into the offices of the Spectator. She attempted to make a beeline towards her desk, but was intercepted when Harold Wentworth scooted directly in front of her, nearly knocking her over.
"HAROLD! Geeeeeez... Watch where you're walking, buddy..."
"Mimi! I'm glad you're back from lunch! There's --"
Mimi waved her hand and walked around him, shaking her head as she replied. "No, no, no, don't mention work to me yet... I have an important phone call to make before I talk about work."
Harold whirled around to follow and put his hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Belle Black is on the phone. I told her to hold on because I saw you getting off the elevator."
Mimi turned her head and looked at him in surprise. "Oh. That's who I was going to call anyway. And why are you answering the phones? What happened to Janie?"
"She's... sick... or something. I don't know how that girl still has a job here."
Mimi laughed and took a seat at her desk, grinning at Harold as she replied. "Because she never shows up so Jennifer can fire her."
Harold laughed softly and winked at her before he pointed at the phone. "Belle is on line two... and when you're done, there's a staff meeting in the conference room."
Mimi smiled and waved him away as she picked up the phone on her desk. She grabbed the white envelope out of her purse and laid it in front of her as she hit the button for line two. "Hey Belle..."
Belle's excited voice came over the line, and Mimi immediately knew that Belle had received the same envelope she had. "Mimi! Did you get it? Did you get yours?"
"You mean my Salem High Class of 2002, Ten Year Reunion Package? Yeah, I went home during lunch and it was right there waiting to lather me with humiliation."
"Humiliation? Mimi... You are one of the most successful people I know. Why wouldn't Miriam Lockhart, a columnist for the Salem Spectator who is about to go nationally syndicated, NOT want to go back to her high school and show off a little?"
Mimi rolled her eyes, even though she knew Belle couldn't see the gesture. She began emptying the contents of the envelope on to her desk as she replied to her friend. "Because, Belle, every single person from that school that I care about, I see all the time. The rest of them... I don't care. High school was not exactly an amazing experience for me, so I'm not that anxious to go back there."
"Please don't tell me it's because you are single."
"Noooo, it's not because I'm single. I'm perfectly happy being single; it's much less stressful this way. I just... I don't really have ANY desire to see those people. And, if any of them wanted to see me, I'm sure they would have picked up the phone and tried to call me at some point in the past ten years."
There was an awkward pause from Belle's end before she asked sadly. "It's not Kevin, is it? You're not still bitter because Kevin went off and married the first girl he met at Stanford?"
Mimi snickered softly and glanced at the letter inviting her to the reunion. "Kevin? Kevin Lambert? You have got to be kidding me, Belle... I am NOT still bitter about that. I could care less about him."
"Alright, fine, fine, fine, it's not because of Kevin then... Can you please just think about it? That's all I'm asking... THINK about it."
Mimi sighed loudly and reluctantly gave in to her best friend's request. "Alright, I will *think* about it, but that's as far as it goes..."
Mimi could almost see the satisfied smile on Belle's face as she giddily replied. "Great! You know I'll get you to go, whether you like it or not."
"I have no doubt that you will try. But, uhm... you're going to have to continue your harassment later, I've got a meeting to get to."
"Alright, I'll see you later, Meems... Think about it please."
Mimi laughed and nodded slightly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bye Belle..."
Mimi hung up the phone and looked back at the invitation and schedule of events for the reunion. She saw a page with a note to all alumni saying, "This is a list of students whom we have lost contact with over the years. If you know of their whereabouts, please help us get in contact with them so they can join us at the reunion this summer. Thank you."
She sighed softly as her eyes ran over the list of names, looking for one specific one. She laid the tip of her fingernail underneath the name and frowned at it.
Belle had been dreadfully wrong when she had brought up the name Kevin Lambert. Mimi had gotten over him quickly and cleanly, without any lingering bitterness. No, it was another one of her classmates that had haunted her thoughts for ten years. Her mind always went back to one snowy winter night during the Christmas break of her freshman year in college. One perfect kiss under the stars, which no kiss in the past ten years had ever lived up to.
It was a memory she always held close to her heart, even though it was associated with a small amount of heartbreak. It had been their first and only kiss, and no matter how hard she tried to get it out of her head, she couldn't. Even after his promises to keep in touch with her were broken, his lips, his fingers and his eyes still remained in her memory.
Her eyes were glued to the name that was the cause of that perfect memory and the heartbreak that followed. A name that had not only remained out of contact with her, but with Salem High as well. Jason Masters.
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