It's All Right, Everything Is All Right
Chapter 2/?
A Girl Fan Fic by Lucky Star
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the 1998 movie Girl starring Sean Patrick Flanery and Dominique Swain. I just want to borrow the characters for my own little story. Please don't sue, I don't have anything anyone would want.
Chapter 2:
Her name was Amanda. She could pass for Andrea's twin from a distance. Up close she really didn't look much like Andrea at all, other than the hair and the color of her eyes. She certainly didn't act like Andrea either. Andrea was smart and funny and grounded from the moment I met her. Not air-headed and bubbly like this girl. I wanted to throw her out on her ear after only two minutes.
"You're a really nice girl, Amanda," I told her and tried to guide her toward the door.
"You don't like me, do you?" She asked, and batted her long, probably fake, eye lashes for added effect. Not the most original way to try to seduce a guy, and even I'm not desperate enough to fall for that.
I shook my head and held her hand in such a way as to stroke it with my thumb. "It's not that, not at all, sweetheart. You're very sweet and really beautiful..."
"But...But you don't like me."
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings, Amanda. But, no, I'm not interested in having meaningless sex with you. You're a sweet girl, you can do better than this. Find yourself a nice, sweet, local boy. "
She stuck her bottom lip out, as if that would sway me. "But you're not just some guy. You're Todd Sparrow. I love you."
I shook my head. "You love the image of me. Maybe my music speaks to you way down inside, and that's great. But it's music. I'm not music. I'm a man and sweetheart, you don't know the first thing about me." Like the fact I am so in love with another girl, and I'll never get over losing her like I did.
Amanda stuttered over some protest, but I shoved her out the door and slammed it shut before I heard what she wanted to say. I didn't wan tto hear what she had to say. I didn't want to spend one more second with her.
I trudged across my small dressing room and grabbed a bottle of whisky before settling on the sofa. I probably would have drank the whole bottle if Luke hadn't come in. Good old Luke. My best friend since fifth grade, my self-appointed guardian angel.
"What are you doing?" He asked cynically and snatched the bottle out of my hand.
"Give me that!" I yelped, sitting up and reaching for it with an awkward swing.
Luke shoved me back down. "How much have you had?"
"Not enough."
"More than enough. Where did you get it?"
I shrugged. "What does it matter?"
Luke threw the bottle across the room. It hit the wall and exploded in a spray of amber. "Drinking and fucking every girl in the country won't bring her back," he hissed.
"I didn't fuck her."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really. I didn't fuck her. I didn't want to fuck her." I glared at him. Who did he think he was,. Coming in her taking my whisky and making accusations like that?
"What did you do with her then?"
I leaned my head back and put my arm over my eyes. "We talked."
Luke erupted with a jolt of laughter.
"I don't care if you believe me, Luke. It's none of your business."
"Until it affects the music." Luke thumped my knee, then left the room, slamming the door with a bang as he left.
I sighed and curled up on the sofa. I hate sleeping on leather. It gets so hot and sticky. But it seemed a better choice than the floor.
Andrea's face filled my dreams. I relived the time we spent together, making love after every show, any place we could find a little privacy.
I woke up with a start, sitting straight up, with a deep-rooted feeling that I had to talk to her.
"I'm coming, Andrea," I whispered and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
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End chapter 2. Thanks for all the wonderful, encouraging reviews from chapter one. I really wasn't sure anyone would read this fic, so I'm glad you guys did. Please let me know what you think of chapter two. Thanks! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
Chapter 2/?
A Girl Fan Fic by Lucky Star
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the 1998 movie Girl starring Sean Patrick Flanery and Dominique Swain. I just want to borrow the characters for my own little story. Please don't sue, I don't have anything anyone would want.
Chapter 2:
Her name was Amanda. She could pass for Andrea's twin from a distance. Up close she really didn't look much like Andrea at all, other than the hair and the color of her eyes. She certainly didn't act like Andrea either. Andrea was smart and funny and grounded from the moment I met her. Not air-headed and bubbly like this girl. I wanted to throw her out on her ear after only two minutes.
"You're a really nice girl, Amanda," I told her and tried to guide her toward the door.
"You don't like me, do you?" She asked, and batted her long, probably fake, eye lashes for added effect. Not the most original way to try to seduce a guy, and even I'm not desperate enough to fall for that.
I shook my head and held her hand in such a way as to stroke it with my thumb. "It's not that, not at all, sweetheart. You're very sweet and really beautiful..."
"But...But you don't like me."
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings, Amanda. But, no, I'm not interested in having meaningless sex with you. You're a sweet girl, you can do better than this. Find yourself a nice, sweet, local boy. "
She stuck her bottom lip out, as if that would sway me. "But you're not just some guy. You're Todd Sparrow. I love you."
I shook my head. "You love the image of me. Maybe my music speaks to you way down inside, and that's great. But it's music. I'm not music. I'm a man and sweetheart, you don't know the first thing about me." Like the fact I am so in love with another girl, and I'll never get over losing her like I did.
Amanda stuttered over some protest, but I shoved her out the door and slammed it shut before I heard what she wanted to say. I didn't wan tto hear what she had to say. I didn't want to spend one more second with her.
I trudged across my small dressing room and grabbed a bottle of whisky before settling on the sofa. I probably would have drank the whole bottle if Luke hadn't come in. Good old Luke. My best friend since fifth grade, my self-appointed guardian angel.
"What are you doing?" He asked cynically and snatched the bottle out of my hand.
"Give me that!" I yelped, sitting up and reaching for it with an awkward swing.
Luke shoved me back down. "How much have you had?"
"Not enough."
"More than enough. Where did you get it?"
I shrugged. "What does it matter?"
Luke threw the bottle across the room. It hit the wall and exploded in a spray of amber. "Drinking and fucking every girl in the country won't bring her back," he hissed.
"I didn't fuck her."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really. I didn't fuck her. I didn't want to fuck her." I glared at him. Who did he think he was,. Coming in her taking my whisky and making accusations like that?
"What did you do with her then?"
I leaned my head back and put my arm over my eyes. "We talked."
Luke erupted with a jolt of laughter.
"I don't care if you believe me, Luke. It's none of your business."
"Until it affects the music." Luke thumped my knee, then left the room, slamming the door with a bang as he left.
I sighed and curled up on the sofa. I hate sleeping on leather. It gets so hot and sticky. But it seemed a better choice than the floor.
Andrea's face filled my dreams. I relived the time we spent together, making love after every show, any place we could find a little privacy.
I woke up with a start, sitting straight up, with a deep-rooted feeling that I had to talk to her.
"I'm coming, Andrea," I whispered and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
End chapter 2. Thanks for all the wonderful, encouraging reviews from chapter one. I really wasn't sure anyone would read this fic, so I'm glad you guys did. Please let me know what you think of chapter two. Thanks! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
