Authors note: As Told By Ginger doesn't belong to me, if it did you would
be seeing much more of the younger children. Oh, yes before you go on
please note this is a slash story, i.e. Boy/boy. If this offends you then
leave, simple as that. Any flames will be directly sent to burn
marshmallow.
Playing the Matchmaker.
If Courtney Gripling liked anything, it was setting people up. There was an undeniable cuteness about it, like Ginger Foutley and her crush Ian. The problem was that now they were in high school, she had gone of him slightly. Slightly, as in major.
Giving her now longer, yet sill shining locks some good strokes with her hairbrush she turned her mind to the matter of playing cupid, she needed victims, and ones with chemistry.
She mentally flicked through the single girls in the class.
Ginger, she pondered it, but Fate already seemed to be playing a big tune in that girl's life.
Dodie. Courtney made a face in the mirror; she was now more boy-crazy then in junior-high. Then it had been puppy love, now it was full-scale glomping.
Mipsy. Once her closest confidence for a very short period of time. She while not having a boyfriend secretly had a girlfriend. She hadn't been seen yet, as she lived in Spain.
That left Macie, Courtney fell of her chair in front of the dressing table in laughter. The girl may be well in her teens by now, but she sure didn't look it. Courtney smirked at the thought of the girl in her bathing suit, looking more like a boy then ever.
Then who was left? In her old school, she could do anything. Now she was hindered, being popular in junior-high didn't mean the same thing came here. Still, she was very popular. She smirked as she flicked her hair before tying it up in a high ponytail.
"Winston," she pressed a button on the intercom, "I need to go the mall, get the limo ready."
"Yes, Ma'am," came the nervous reply, "your brother will be coming also, he needs something there as well." Courtney suppressed a groan. Blake was someone she didn't mind, for a little brother he was all right. He knew when get out of the way and leave her alone.
"Fine!" she said more snappishly then she attended and pressed the button again. A tentative knock on the door was heard.
"Come in Blake," she called. Blake had grown, that much she could see though he was rather on the slender, small side compared to the people in his class. Though that was perhaps he was two years younger then them. His tastes in clothes had changed. They were still smart, yet also casual. With polo necks, long sleeveless jackets and his hair longer and no longer parted but rather longer.
"Hey, Courtney." He shifted on the heels of his feet and fiddled with the shirt he was wearing.
Big Sister time alert. Though Courtney would prefer that Blake move far, far away she still tried to be a big sister, or at least smile and nod.
"Uh, Courtney. What do you do when you really like someone, though you don't know, or think they like you back." Courtney squealed in delight. Leaving Blake in the dark about why she suddenly flung her arms around him.
"Oh, this perfect. So who is the lucky girl, Noelle, Marie………no I have it! It's Hannah, that girl with the freckles. Bad dress sense, though she really knew about make-up products and how to apply them. She is kinda cute as well, so is it her?" Blake shook his head, "You know she can't stand me, and I don't like the other girls."
"Then who Blake, look I can't se……….uh, help you unless you tell me her name." Blake looked at her intently.
"Promise not to tell Mama or Father." Courtney looked at him aghast.
"It's Gwendolyn, isn't it? That punk, the one who stole Lucky junior- high fair money." Blake again shook his head. Courtney sighed, at times she wished he would just tell her, but no he had to do it the hard way.
"It's Carl Foutley." The girl stared at her brother, the intercom rang with Winston stating that the Limo was ready but she ignored it.
"You like Ginger's kid brother, I thought you hated each other."
"We do, at least he does. He'll kill me if he found out, and I don't mean that as a joke. If not him than Woodsey."
"Look, I'll deal with. Just sit back. Besides I need a new couple, and I think I've just found it. Now lets get going, if I have to go to the mall with you I think I'd rather get it over with."
The smaller boy grinned, "I know exactly how you feel."
~***~
One
Two
Three
Then, "Carl, stop throwing that ball!" Carl stuck his tongue out in the direction of his sister's bedroom he was bored. Didn't she know that? And she claimed to have "female intuition."
He let the ball bounce of the wall one more time before collapsing on his bed. Hoodsey, his closest friend, was on a fishing trip with his dad. He was bored with just sitting in the now small doghouse.
Blake hadn't attempted to gain the eyeball in ages. In fact, thought Carl, he seemed to blush whenever Carl started to talk about a proposition, or avoid him intently.
With his luck, he may as well invite Brandon to his next birthday party.
"Carl," he moaned as he heard his mother's footsteps, everything that went wrong in this house, and he was always the guilty.
"Carl," Lois called again, "Where did you put my spare lotion?" Carl spluttered at this. He knew for a fact that Ginger used the stuff.
"Ask Ginger, besides why would I use it. Got no desire to smell like fresh cut flowers, thank you very much!" He tossed the ball in his hand a couple of times.
Perhaps a circus, that would be a great way to get money. Though would he be able to pull it off, he sighed, what he had been able to do as a nine-year-old kid, he couldn't do anymore. In the old days, he would come up with something with a snap of the fingers. Old age sucked, heck, junior- high sucked.
He faintly heard giggles from his sister's room, the name Ian, and Darren were mentioned often. Carl wished the girl would make up her mind, just so a proper dinner conversation could be have. One more meal with, "I really think he's noticing me," and Ginger would be on the first plane to Europe, in a box.
The phone in his bedroom rang; jumping of his bed he made a grab for it.
"Hello?" The voice that came back surprised him.
"Hey, Carl Foutley." It was Courtney Gripling, he assumed that she must of wanted Ginger.
"Uh, did you want anything? My sister perhaps." There was some tittering and a scoffing voice replied.
"No, I wanted to talk to you. My daddy, he has some spare tickets to see a show, and since this is more your style it was suggested you could come." Carl thought for a moment, if anything it would stop the monumental boredom that was surrounding this weekend.
"I guess, Blake's coming isn't he?" A yes was his answer; Carl tapped his feet on the floor. If Blakey-boy, was coming then perhaps he's get some answers out of him. He missed the fun of trying to protect the eyeball, and the schemes.
"Then yeah, sure. Oh what show it is?" He heard some noises at the other end of the line, like someone was breathing heavily into it.
"Oh, no my moblile………………got that……………..seven, my place. Bye!" The connection was quickly cut of, leaving Carl feeling very confused.
~~**~~
Courtney hung up the mobile; she smirked at Miranda and Blake.
"Very smooth," complimented Miranda, smugly.
"You know, you really don't have to do this, seriously," twittered Blake. Courtney waved a hand, brushing Blake's objection aside.
"Nonsense, when Miranda and I have finished, I'll be known as the Queen of Matchmakers!" Blake groaned.
"I need another family!"
So should I carry this on? Review nicely folks and tell me!
Playing the Matchmaker.
If Courtney Gripling liked anything, it was setting people up. There was an undeniable cuteness about it, like Ginger Foutley and her crush Ian. The problem was that now they were in high school, she had gone of him slightly. Slightly, as in major.
Giving her now longer, yet sill shining locks some good strokes with her hairbrush she turned her mind to the matter of playing cupid, she needed victims, and ones with chemistry.
She mentally flicked through the single girls in the class.
Ginger, she pondered it, but Fate already seemed to be playing a big tune in that girl's life.
Dodie. Courtney made a face in the mirror; she was now more boy-crazy then in junior-high. Then it had been puppy love, now it was full-scale glomping.
Mipsy. Once her closest confidence for a very short period of time. She while not having a boyfriend secretly had a girlfriend. She hadn't been seen yet, as she lived in Spain.
That left Macie, Courtney fell of her chair in front of the dressing table in laughter. The girl may be well in her teens by now, but she sure didn't look it. Courtney smirked at the thought of the girl in her bathing suit, looking more like a boy then ever.
Then who was left? In her old school, she could do anything. Now she was hindered, being popular in junior-high didn't mean the same thing came here. Still, she was very popular. She smirked as she flicked her hair before tying it up in a high ponytail.
"Winston," she pressed a button on the intercom, "I need to go the mall, get the limo ready."
"Yes, Ma'am," came the nervous reply, "your brother will be coming also, he needs something there as well." Courtney suppressed a groan. Blake was someone she didn't mind, for a little brother he was all right. He knew when get out of the way and leave her alone.
"Fine!" she said more snappishly then she attended and pressed the button again. A tentative knock on the door was heard.
"Come in Blake," she called. Blake had grown, that much she could see though he was rather on the slender, small side compared to the people in his class. Though that was perhaps he was two years younger then them. His tastes in clothes had changed. They were still smart, yet also casual. With polo necks, long sleeveless jackets and his hair longer and no longer parted but rather longer.
"Hey, Courtney." He shifted on the heels of his feet and fiddled with the shirt he was wearing.
Big Sister time alert. Though Courtney would prefer that Blake move far, far away she still tried to be a big sister, or at least smile and nod.
"Uh, Courtney. What do you do when you really like someone, though you don't know, or think they like you back." Courtney squealed in delight. Leaving Blake in the dark about why she suddenly flung her arms around him.
"Oh, this perfect. So who is the lucky girl, Noelle, Marie………no I have it! It's Hannah, that girl with the freckles. Bad dress sense, though she really knew about make-up products and how to apply them. She is kinda cute as well, so is it her?" Blake shook his head, "You know she can't stand me, and I don't like the other girls."
"Then who Blake, look I can't se……….uh, help you unless you tell me her name." Blake looked at her intently.
"Promise not to tell Mama or Father." Courtney looked at him aghast.
"It's Gwendolyn, isn't it? That punk, the one who stole Lucky junior- high fair money." Blake again shook his head. Courtney sighed, at times she wished he would just tell her, but no he had to do it the hard way.
"It's Carl Foutley." The girl stared at her brother, the intercom rang with Winston stating that the Limo was ready but she ignored it.
"You like Ginger's kid brother, I thought you hated each other."
"We do, at least he does. He'll kill me if he found out, and I don't mean that as a joke. If not him than Woodsey."
"Look, I'll deal with. Just sit back. Besides I need a new couple, and I think I've just found it. Now lets get going, if I have to go to the mall with you I think I'd rather get it over with."
The smaller boy grinned, "I know exactly how you feel."
~***~
One
Two
Three
Then, "Carl, stop throwing that ball!" Carl stuck his tongue out in the direction of his sister's bedroom he was bored. Didn't she know that? And she claimed to have "female intuition."
He let the ball bounce of the wall one more time before collapsing on his bed. Hoodsey, his closest friend, was on a fishing trip with his dad. He was bored with just sitting in the now small doghouse.
Blake hadn't attempted to gain the eyeball in ages. In fact, thought Carl, he seemed to blush whenever Carl started to talk about a proposition, or avoid him intently.
With his luck, he may as well invite Brandon to his next birthday party.
"Carl," he moaned as he heard his mother's footsteps, everything that went wrong in this house, and he was always the guilty.
"Carl," Lois called again, "Where did you put my spare lotion?" Carl spluttered at this. He knew for a fact that Ginger used the stuff.
"Ask Ginger, besides why would I use it. Got no desire to smell like fresh cut flowers, thank you very much!" He tossed the ball in his hand a couple of times.
Perhaps a circus, that would be a great way to get money. Though would he be able to pull it off, he sighed, what he had been able to do as a nine-year-old kid, he couldn't do anymore. In the old days, he would come up with something with a snap of the fingers. Old age sucked, heck, junior- high sucked.
He faintly heard giggles from his sister's room, the name Ian, and Darren were mentioned often. Carl wished the girl would make up her mind, just so a proper dinner conversation could be have. One more meal with, "I really think he's noticing me," and Ginger would be on the first plane to Europe, in a box.
The phone in his bedroom rang; jumping of his bed he made a grab for it.
"Hello?" The voice that came back surprised him.
"Hey, Carl Foutley." It was Courtney Gripling, he assumed that she must of wanted Ginger.
"Uh, did you want anything? My sister perhaps." There was some tittering and a scoffing voice replied.
"No, I wanted to talk to you. My daddy, he has some spare tickets to see a show, and since this is more your style it was suggested you could come." Carl thought for a moment, if anything it would stop the monumental boredom that was surrounding this weekend.
"I guess, Blake's coming isn't he?" A yes was his answer; Carl tapped his feet on the floor. If Blakey-boy, was coming then perhaps he's get some answers out of him. He missed the fun of trying to protect the eyeball, and the schemes.
"Then yeah, sure. Oh what show it is?" He heard some noises at the other end of the line, like someone was breathing heavily into it.
"Oh, no my moblile………………got that……………..seven, my place. Bye!" The connection was quickly cut of, leaving Carl feeling very confused.
~~**~~
Courtney hung up the mobile; she smirked at Miranda and Blake.
"Very smooth," complimented Miranda, smugly.
"You know, you really don't have to do this, seriously," twittered Blake. Courtney waved a hand, brushing Blake's objection aside.
"Nonsense, when Miranda and I have finished, I'll be known as the Queen of Matchmakers!" Blake groaned.
"I need another family!"
So should I carry this on? Review nicely folks and tell me!