Love Is A Many Splendid Thing
Author's Note and Disclaimer: I don't own Caitie, Val, or Faustus. By the way, for those of you who don't remember, Faustus is the guy in the episode about recycling who sets off the stink bomb. He is in another scene where he's taking pictures and putting them on his computer.
And by the way, I am sorry for leaving this story up when it had MAJOR LEAGUE problems going on with that screwed up last sentence (YES I meant to put gay instead of bisexual, it was a CRITICAL oversight.)
So now, after a never ending cycle of computer problems I'm finally back working on it. I'm sure you're all running away in fear.
Chapter 1: Unintended Closet Ditching
"What about you and Jamie?" Val inquired impishly, reverting to her favorite, and Caitie's least favorite, topic of conversation.
"What about me and Jamie?" Caitie asked uneasily, beginning to have a sinking sense of déjà vu. Hadn't the two of them already talked about this before? Couldn't Val just leave well enough alone?
"Oh come on Caitie," Val teased as she stuffed various textbooks into her backpack, occasionally glancing at her planner to make sure she had the correct ones.
"There is no me and Jamie," Caitie said quickly, and added, to throw her friend off the trail, "and besides, even if there WERE a me and Jamie.he hands with my friends, it would be totally uncool."
Caitie checked her violet lipstick in her locker mirror and hoped against hope that Val would just leave it at that.
"You said that last time," Val insisted, grabbing her calculator and stuffing it into the front pocket of her backpack.
Jamie didn't like her talking about it, and Caitie groaned inwardly, trying to formulate various lies in her head. Even though many people knew, Jamie still strayed away from talking about it.
"And I say it again because it's still true," Caitie insisted, giving her friend a very pointed look that clearly said, 'drop it'.
But Val had never been one for subtle hints, and groping around for her Spanish folder the blonde complained, "but the two of you would make such an adorable couple. You both have that whole anti-establishment thing going."
Caitie tugged at one purple streaked lock anxiously and managed to stutter out, "well, he's going with someone else anyway."
Val turned to stare at her, "who? That Brianne girl?"
Caitie averted her eyes from Val's face and rummaged aimlessly in her backpack and shrugged. Being noncommittal always worked.
"CAITIE!" Val exclaimed, "you have to win him back! Show him that you're the girl he wants!" Caitie felt that Val was sounding dangerously like a motivational speaker.
"That's sort of impossible," Caitie mumbled, beginning to wish that they'd never gotten off onto this topic.
"Don't sell yourself short," Val scoffed, "its not impossible."
Caitie suddenly clung to an impossible hope. Maybe he already HAD told Val. All of his bleacher-junkie friends knew, so he had probably told the squad. There was probably something on those EMT forms he had to fill out wasn't there?
"Val, it IS sort of impossible. Jamie's gay."
Author's Note and Disclaimer: I don't own Caitie, Val, or Faustus. By the way, for those of you who don't remember, Faustus is the guy in the episode about recycling who sets off the stink bomb. He is in another scene where he's taking pictures and putting them on his computer.
And by the way, I am sorry for leaving this story up when it had MAJOR LEAGUE problems going on with that screwed up last sentence (YES I meant to put gay instead of bisexual, it was a CRITICAL oversight.)
So now, after a never ending cycle of computer problems I'm finally back working on it. I'm sure you're all running away in fear.
Chapter 1: Unintended Closet Ditching
"What about you and Jamie?" Val inquired impishly, reverting to her favorite, and Caitie's least favorite, topic of conversation.
"What about me and Jamie?" Caitie asked uneasily, beginning to have a sinking sense of déjà vu. Hadn't the two of them already talked about this before? Couldn't Val just leave well enough alone?
"Oh come on Caitie," Val teased as she stuffed various textbooks into her backpack, occasionally glancing at her planner to make sure she had the correct ones.
"There is no me and Jamie," Caitie said quickly, and added, to throw her friend off the trail, "and besides, even if there WERE a me and Jamie.he hands with my friends, it would be totally uncool."
Caitie checked her violet lipstick in her locker mirror and hoped against hope that Val would just leave it at that.
"You said that last time," Val insisted, grabbing her calculator and stuffing it into the front pocket of her backpack.
Jamie didn't like her talking about it, and Caitie groaned inwardly, trying to formulate various lies in her head. Even though many people knew, Jamie still strayed away from talking about it.
"And I say it again because it's still true," Caitie insisted, giving her friend a very pointed look that clearly said, 'drop it'.
But Val had never been one for subtle hints, and groping around for her Spanish folder the blonde complained, "but the two of you would make such an adorable couple. You both have that whole anti-establishment thing going."
Caitie tugged at one purple streaked lock anxiously and managed to stutter out, "well, he's going with someone else anyway."
Val turned to stare at her, "who? That Brianne girl?"
Caitie averted her eyes from Val's face and rummaged aimlessly in her backpack and shrugged. Being noncommittal always worked.
"CAITIE!" Val exclaimed, "you have to win him back! Show him that you're the girl he wants!" Caitie felt that Val was sounding dangerously like a motivational speaker.
"That's sort of impossible," Caitie mumbled, beginning to wish that they'd never gotten off onto this topic.
"Don't sell yourself short," Val scoffed, "its not impossible."
Caitie suddenly clung to an impossible hope. Maybe he already HAD told Val. All of his bleacher-junkie friends knew, so he had probably told the squad. There was probably something on those EMT forms he had to fill out wasn't there?
"Val, it IS sort of impossible. Jamie's gay."