A/N: A big HELLO to all of you! Wow! Today was absolutely gorgeous
weather! EIE, I owe you a big thanx… that beating the weatherman seemed to
work… ;) Yes… this is a filler… why? Cuz I don't want to rush into M&R
meeting just yet. Actually… I've had some ideas for when they were all
back in high school… would it be better to include it as flashbacks or as a
prequel? Please people… you're opinion would be so appreciated on this
matter… I think that's what's been holding me back from writing more for
this story… whether I should put in the high school bits or wait till
later… So… I'm waiting for your input before I complete the next l'il bit…
yup… that's right… it's not a threat… more like a plea for help…
Anywho… now onto the story… :)
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With a sigh, Marguerite hung up the phone. It wasn't that she didn't love her friends. It was the fact that whenever she was with Veronica she was reminded that she was still being hounded by her mother to marry just like her best friend Veronica. "Look, Veronica's been married for how long?! When are you going to give me a grandchild? What's happening with you and Charles? When is that boy going to propose? Have you even talked about it yet? I would like to see my grandchildren before I DIE!…" The voice of her mother reverberated in her head over and over.
*When will I get her off my back?* Marguerite decided she needed to stop thinking about the inevitable day when she had to reveal the truth to her mother. She got up to get a glass of water, preparing to relax the rest of the night reading a book. As soon as she reached the kitchen the phone rang. *What did Veronica forget to ask me now?* She rushed towards the phone and picked up.
"Marguerite?"
She rolled her eyes and tried to stifle a weary sigh.
"Yes mother?"
"Are you ignoring me intentionally or is that just something you're doing accidentally?"
"No one is ignoring you, mother."
"So, has Charles popped the question?"
Marguerite gritted her teeth. Straight to the point. Her mother didn't even bother to start with small talk. Should she tell her mother the truth now? She shook her head. If she told her that Charles indeed proposed and she turned him down and in turn broke up with him her mother would have a fit, heart attack or even both.
"Mother please stop asking about Charles."
"Why? It's high time you start thinking about your future and settling…"
"Look, I have a splitting headache. I'm going to sleep early. I'll talk to you another time when I'm feeling better, alright mother?"
"If this is another attempt to get rid of me… you have another thing coming to you, Marguerite. I think you're trying to ignore the fact that you're…"
Frustrated, Marguerite interrupted. "No. I'm really sick." *Sick of you talking about marriage!*
"Fine. I'll call you tomorrow. Get some rest for that headache of yours."
click
"Now I really have a headache." She moaned. Entering the kitchen once more, she grabbed a glass from the kitchen and poured out a glass of wine instead of water. Sipping her wine she slumped into the couch. She had survived another day of dodging the truth.
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"Honey, I'm home!" Ned called out as he shut the door.
"Thanks for stating the obvious, Ned. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"Need any help?" He shrugged his coat off and put his briefcase down.
"Actually, everything is almost ready. But thanks for the offer. Oh Ned?"
"Yeah?" By now Ned was standing in the kitchen and managed to sneak up behind Veronica to place a kiss on her cheek.
"Speaking of dinner. Tomorrow…"
Warning bells rang in his head. He had to tell her about his plans for tomorrow's dinner.
"I invited Roxton over for dinner." "I invited Marguerite over for dinner."
Slightly stunned they stared at each other.
"What?" "Huh?"
"You go first." They said simultaneously. If it hadn't been so annoying, they would have been laughing hysterically at their uncanny ability to speak at the exact same time.
"I'LL go first." Veronica stated. "Look. I invited Marguerite over for dinner tomorrow night."
"But I invited Roxton. You have to cancel."
"Cancel?! Since when were you good friends with Roxton? Marguerite, on the other hand is one of your best friends! I'm NOT going to turn her away when she needs us the most."
"You don't understand. Roxton works for ICOMP. He signed the deal today. I can't cancel on him!"
"Well. I'm not going to cancel either." Veronica stood with her hands on her hips.
"Why can't we just have them both over for dinner?" Ned tried to compromise.
"Are you mad? She hates his guts!"
"You sure about that? I thought she had a crush on him in high school."
"Men. You're all the same! A girl looks at you but once and you think she wants to marry you!"
Ned opened his mouth to retort back but Veronica continued. "Were you THAT blind? Of course she HAD a crush on him. But he totally humiliated her. Embarrassed her beyond belief. And she has hated his guts ever since."
"How come I don't remember Marguerite mentioning any of this to me?"
"You wouldn't understand because you are a guy, dummy."
He rolled his eyes. "Yes. I know I'm a dummy. But I'm YOUR dummy. Now, isn't that why you married me in the first place?" He laughed and suddenly swept Veronica off her feet (literally) and twirled her around. She giggled uncontrollably.
"Put me down, you goof." She lightly swatted him.
Ned's smile suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a sort of wicked sly look. "You know, if I wasn't mistaken, Roxton had a major crush on our dear friend Marguerite way back."
"You're kidding me? Really?" She said shocked.
Nodding slowly, "Really."
"You are definitely not thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking? Are you?" Her eyebrows quirked up and a smirk found its way on her lips as well. Tomorrow's dinner would certainly prove to be more interesting than she had first planned.
TBC…
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Alright. What do we have here??? A pair of matchmaker hopefuls… :) I do have a plan of how I want this whole thing to play out… but it might take a while to get there… (you should know that I'm quite a wordy -- is that right? person and such… so please be patient with me…) But yes. I'm pretty serious on the fact that I want your opinion on whether flashbacks or a prequel would be better. It's become quite a stumbling block for me… So please clicky on the purply button and speak your mind… mucho appreciated! :)
Anywho… now onto the story… :)
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With a sigh, Marguerite hung up the phone. It wasn't that she didn't love her friends. It was the fact that whenever she was with Veronica she was reminded that she was still being hounded by her mother to marry just like her best friend Veronica. "Look, Veronica's been married for how long?! When are you going to give me a grandchild? What's happening with you and Charles? When is that boy going to propose? Have you even talked about it yet? I would like to see my grandchildren before I DIE!…" The voice of her mother reverberated in her head over and over.
*When will I get her off my back?* Marguerite decided she needed to stop thinking about the inevitable day when she had to reveal the truth to her mother. She got up to get a glass of water, preparing to relax the rest of the night reading a book. As soon as she reached the kitchen the phone rang. *What did Veronica forget to ask me now?* She rushed towards the phone and picked up.
"Marguerite?"
She rolled her eyes and tried to stifle a weary sigh.
"Yes mother?"
"Are you ignoring me intentionally or is that just something you're doing accidentally?"
"No one is ignoring you, mother."
"So, has Charles popped the question?"
Marguerite gritted her teeth. Straight to the point. Her mother didn't even bother to start with small talk. Should she tell her mother the truth now? She shook her head. If she told her that Charles indeed proposed and she turned him down and in turn broke up with him her mother would have a fit, heart attack or even both.
"Mother please stop asking about Charles."
"Why? It's high time you start thinking about your future and settling…"
"Look, I have a splitting headache. I'm going to sleep early. I'll talk to you another time when I'm feeling better, alright mother?"
"If this is another attempt to get rid of me… you have another thing coming to you, Marguerite. I think you're trying to ignore the fact that you're…"
Frustrated, Marguerite interrupted. "No. I'm really sick." *Sick of you talking about marriage!*
"Fine. I'll call you tomorrow. Get some rest for that headache of yours."
click
"Now I really have a headache." She moaned. Entering the kitchen once more, she grabbed a glass from the kitchen and poured out a glass of wine instead of water. Sipping her wine she slumped into the couch. She had survived another day of dodging the truth.
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"Honey, I'm home!" Ned called out as he shut the door.
"Thanks for stating the obvious, Ned. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"Need any help?" He shrugged his coat off and put his briefcase down.
"Actually, everything is almost ready. But thanks for the offer. Oh Ned?"
"Yeah?" By now Ned was standing in the kitchen and managed to sneak up behind Veronica to place a kiss on her cheek.
"Speaking of dinner. Tomorrow…"
Warning bells rang in his head. He had to tell her about his plans for tomorrow's dinner.
"I invited Roxton over for dinner." "I invited Marguerite over for dinner."
Slightly stunned they stared at each other.
"What?" "Huh?"
"You go first." They said simultaneously. If it hadn't been so annoying, they would have been laughing hysterically at their uncanny ability to speak at the exact same time.
"I'LL go first." Veronica stated. "Look. I invited Marguerite over for dinner tomorrow night."
"But I invited Roxton. You have to cancel."
"Cancel?! Since when were you good friends with Roxton? Marguerite, on the other hand is one of your best friends! I'm NOT going to turn her away when she needs us the most."
"You don't understand. Roxton works for ICOMP. He signed the deal today. I can't cancel on him!"
"Well. I'm not going to cancel either." Veronica stood with her hands on her hips.
"Why can't we just have them both over for dinner?" Ned tried to compromise.
"Are you mad? She hates his guts!"
"You sure about that? I thought she had a crush on him in high school."
"Men. You're all the same! A girl looks at you but once and you think she wants to marry you!"
Ned opened his mouth to retort back but Veronica continued. "Were you THAT blind? Of course she HAD a crush on him. But he totally humiliated her. Embarrassed her beyond belief. And she has hated his guts ever since."
"How come I don't remember Marguerite mentioning any of this to me?"
"You wouldn't understand because you are a guy, dummy."
He rolled his eyes. "Yes. I know I'm a dummy. But I'm YOUR dummy. Now, isn't that why you married me in the first place?" He laughed and suddenly swept Veronica off her feet (literally) and twirled her around. She giggled uncontrollably.
"Put me down, you goof." She lightly swatted him.
Ned's smile suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a sort of wicked sly look. "You know, if I wasn't mistaken, Roxton had a major crush on our dear friend Marguerite way back."
"You're kidding me? Really?" She said shocked.
Nodding slowly, "Really."
"You are definitely not thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking? Are you?" Her eyebrows quirked up and a smirk found its way on her lips as well. Tomorrow's dinner would certainly prove to be more interesting than she had first planned.
TBC…
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Alright. What do we have here??? A pair of matchmaker hopefuls… :) I do have a plan of how I want this whole thing to play out… but it might take a while to get there… (you should know that I'm quite a wordy -- is that right? person and such… so please be patient with me…) But yes. I'm pretty serious on the fact that I want your opinion on whether flashbacks or a prequel would be better. It's become quite a stumbling block for me… So please clicky on the purply button and speak your mind… mucho appreciated! :)