A/N: Wow! You ppl are so amazing! I was pretty unsure of the reaction I
would get for this alt-u… I'm glad people are interested in the story!
Yay! Writing this fic has been so fun… when I think of ideas they play in
my head like a movie… (don't look at me like that… I'm unemployed for now…
I gots a lotta time on my hands…) I have so much more to say right now…
but that would make this a/n very very lengthy. So I'll see you at the
bottom of the fic! :)
Now what you've all been waiting for… M & R's meeting at the dinner… (ignore any typos, grammar mistakes and any other atrocities to the english language)
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Ding Dong
The door opened to reveal a very cheerful Veronica.
"Marguerite! I'm so glad you came! Come on in." She offered to take Marguerite's coat.
"Thanks again for inviting me over, Veronica. After yesterday, I definitely need this."
They walked into the dining area. "Where is Neddy-boy anyways?" She looked around.
"Oh, Ned? You know, he just stayed a little later at the office. But he is definitely coming back for dinner. He should be home soon."
"It would be nice to talk to him again. That important business deal must be tying up a lot of his time."
"How about a drink while we wait?"
Grateful, Marguerite nodded. They were sitting on the couch sipping wine until Veronica spoke up.
"So…"
Marguerite noticed that Veronica's gaze seem to always go back to the door as if she was expecting something. "Veronica. You're up to something."
That was totally unexpected for the blonde. Her eyes shifted nervously and suddenly the temperature of the room increased. *Keep your cool, Veronica. If you keep calm she'll never be the wiser. Breathe girl, breathe.*
"Why do you say that?" She chuckled.
"First of all, I'm your best friend. You can't hide anything from me."
"I'm not hiding anything." She stated calmly.
"Veronica. Please. I can see right through you!" Just then the doorbell rang.
Veronica stood up to get the door. She sighed and took a deep breath before opening the door. Once the door was wide open she gasped. "Ned?!"
"Sorry, I couldn't find my key."
In a whispered hush, "I can't do this any longer. She knows me too well. Marguerite already suspects something's up. Thank goodness you showed up just now. I'm beginning to think this wasn't the greatest idea."
"Chicken. You're not going to back out now, are you? Common, Roxton is going to be here very soon." He mouthed Roxton's name to ensure Marguerite didn't accidentally overhear their conversation.
"Fine fine. But you know, this could end up disastrously."
"Yeah, I know. You don't have to tell me that."
"We better get back to Marguerite." They walked towards the living room. But before they got there Veronica slapped Ned in the shoulder. "By the way. Don't call me chicken ever again."
"Marguerite!"
"Neddy! It's been a while, hasn't it?" She rushed to give him a hug. She pulled back slightly. "You know I love you like a brother, right?"
"Of course." He nodded.
"Please. Go change. You smell like a mixture of dirty gym socks and dirt."
Ned smiled and shook his head. "I can so feel the love right now."
"Neddy, honey, she's right." Veronica chimed in.
"Fine. If it'll shut you two up. You guys were always ganging up on me through high school." He pecked Veronica lightly on the cheek and rushed up the stairs.
The two women chuckled. Veronica looked at the time. "Marguerite. I better finish up dinner."
"Do you need any help?"
"No no. I've seen how you are in the kitchen." She couldn't help but tease Marguerite's skills in the kitchen. Or there lack of.
Placing her hands on her hips and giving Veronica a stern look she hissed "And just what does that mean?"
"It means that you go and sit on the couch and wait."
Marguerite pouted.
"None of that Marguerite. I'm fine. Really, dinner will be ready soon. You're here as our guest. Just go and relax. Ned should be down soon."
Just as Marguerite settled herself back on the couch the doorbell rang again. "Veronica," she called out. "Do you want me to see who's at the door for you?"
"Thanks, Madge. I'd appreciate it."
When the door opened, there standing in front of her was a tall handsome man who seemed vaguely familiar.
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Roxton had just finished a long day at the office. He was looking forward to hanging out with an old friend. After checking he was at the right address, he parked the car and headed to the front door.
When it opened, he was greeted by the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. *Wait-a-minute. I thought that Veronica was a blonde. Maybe he had remembered incorrectly.* But somehow the face was all too familiar. She smiled at him and it was so infectious that he felt himself grinning from ear to ear as well. Then realization struck him like a ton of bricks. That wavy raven hair, the piercing eyes, the smile. It reminded him of someone he knew way back in high school. Marguerite Krux? She must have recognized him as well. And maybe even a split second faster than him. Now, instead of staring at a bright and sparkling face he was confronted with a woman whose eyes were now blazing with pure hatred. Roxton panicked and opened his mouth to say something but before he could even process what was happening he saw her fist aiming towards his face. Everything suddenly moved in slow motion. And even with Roxton's quick reflexes, he couldn't avoid her fist from connecting with the side of his face. The sheer force of the blow knocked him flat on his back. Completely stunned, Roxton lay on the front porch of the Malone residence. The door slammed shut and everything was silent for a second. Then the door opened once more and out walked Marguerite. With her temper still flaring, she walked right over him and to a car on the side of the road. Never looking back even once.
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As the doorbell rang, Veronica cringed slightly. She braced herself for whatever was going to happen next. The door opened and there was a brief sound of silence. That was a good sign, right? Maybe Ned and her did Marguerite a favour. Maybe Marguerite and Roxton will suddenly fall in love instantly. Well, most likely not. But anything could happen.
Veronica didn't have much time to let her mind continue to wander because she heard a loud smack-like sound, a large thud and a groan. Then the door slammed shut. Uh oh. That couldn't be a good thing. Next, she heard what she could only guess as being Marguerite stomping around while mumbling a few choice words. The door opened once more. Veronica ran to front door. Ned, who was upstairs also heard the commotion and ran down the steps in time to meet Veronica at the front door and see Marguerite storm to her car and speed down the street.
They both looked at each other with a worried look and then turned their attention to a very pained Roxton who was still lying on the ground, rubbing the side of face. Veronica sighed. Of all the different scenarios she had pictured in her mind, THIS was definitely not one of them. She looked at Ned once again. This time, with a fearful look. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
TBC…
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Alright. So, that wasn't a very happy reunion. Unless you consider being decked in the face a good thing. ;) As for flashbacks into the past. I'm sure you're in for a little sneak peak into their past in the next chapter. But I'm taking the advice of a friend and I'm not going to tell you exactly what happened just yet. Tho, I'm curious to hear what you ppl think Roxton did. I could always try to incorporate your idea into the story! :) Sorry N/V fans… I'm prolly going to skip the first meeting of them and assume they were friends since kindergarten or something. I think I'd have too much trouble putting that into the story without straying too far from the plot. (hmm… this thing has a plot?? Go figure)
And wow. The season finale was one major cliffhanger. Whoo. :) But I loved it! Thank goodness for vcr's and awesome friends who use those vcr's to tape eppies of TLW for me!
Alright. Once again. THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support! TLW fic world/writer's have been so great to me! You guys keep me from giving up! I LOVE YOU ALL! Now's the time where I ask you to clicky on the purply button and speak your mind, guess at what Roxton did or say whatever you want… :)
Buttons down there. And then after you're done… a lot of you ppls should be getting back to your own fics… I'm waiting… *taps foot impatiently*
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Now what you've all been waiting for… M & R's meeting at the dinner… (ignore any typos, grammar mistakes and any other atrocities to the english language)
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Ding Dong
The door opened to reveal a very cheerful Veronica.
"Marguerite! I'm so glad you came! Come on in." She offered to take Marguerite's coat.
"Thanks again for inviting me over, Veronica. After yesterday, I definitely need this."
They walked into the dining area. "Where is Neddy-boy anyways?" She looked around.
"Oh, Ned? You know, he just stayed a little later at the office. But he is definitely coming back for dinner. He should be home soon."
"It would be nice to talk to him again. That important business deal must be tying up a lot of his time."
"How about a drink while we wait?"
Grateful, Marguerite nodded. They were sitting on the couch sipping wine until Veronica spoke up.
"So…"
Marguerite noticed that Veronica's gaze seem to always go back to the door as if she was expecting something. "Veronica. You're up to something."
That was totally unexpected for the blonde. Her eyes shifted nervously and suddenly the temperature of the room increased. *Keep your cool, Veronica. If you keep calm she'll never be the wiser. Breathe girl, breathe.*
"Why do you say that?" She chuckled.
"First of all, I'm your best friend. You can't hide anything from me."
"I'm not hiding anything." She stated calmly.
"Veronica. Please. I can see right through you!" Just then the doorbell rang.
Veronica stood up to get the door. She sighed and took a deep breath before opening the door. Once the door was wide open she gasped. "Ned?!"
"Sorry, I couldn't find my key."
In a whispered hush, "I can't do this any longer. She knows me too well. Marguerite already suspects something's up. Thank goodness you showed up just now. I'm beginning to think this wasn't the greatest idea."
"Chicken. You're not going to back out now, are you? Common, Roxton is going to be here very soon." He mouthed Roxton's name to ensure Marguerite didn't accidentally overhear their conversation.
"Fine fine. But you know, this could end up disastrously."
"Yeah, I know. You don't have to tell me that."
"We better get back to Marguerite." They walked towards the living room. But before they got there Veronica slapped Ned in the shoulder. "By the way. Don't call me chicken ever again."
"Marguerite!"
"Neddy! It's been a while, hasn't it?" She rushed to give him a hug. She pulled back slightly. "You know I love you like a brother, right?"
"Of course." He nodded.
"Please. Go change. You smell like a mixture of dirty gym socks and dirt."
Ned smiled and shook his head. "I can so feel the love right now."
"Neddy, honey, she's right." Veronica chimed in.
"Fine. If it'll shut you two up. You guys were always ganging up on me through high school." He pecked Veronica lightly on the cheek and rushed up the stairs.
The two women chuckled. Veronica looked at the time. "Marguerite. I better finish up dinner."
"Do you need any help?"
"No no. I've seen how you are in the kitchen." She couldn't help but tease Marguerite's skills in the kitchen. Or there lack of.
Placing her hands on her hips and giving Veronica a stern look she hissed "And just what does that mean?"
"It means that you go and sit on the couch and wait."
Marguerite pouted.
"None of that Marguerite. I'm fine. Really, dinner will be ready soon. You're here as our guest. Just go and relax. Ned should be down soon."
Just as Marguerite settled herself back on the couch the doorbell rang again. "Veronica," she called out. "Do you want me to see who's at the door for you?"
"Thanks, Madge. I'd appreciate it."
When the door opened, there standing in front of her was a tall handsome man who seemed vaguely familiar.
~~~~~
Roxton had just finished a long day at the office. He was looking forward to hanging out with an old friend. After checking he was at the right address, he parked the car and headed to the front door.
When it opened, he was greeted by the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. *Wait-a-minute. I thought that Veronica was a blonde. Maybe he had remembered incorrectly.* But somehow the face was all too familiar. She smiled at him and it was so infectious that he felt himself grinning from ear to ear as well. Then realization struck him like a ton of bricks. That wavy raven hair, the piercing eyes, the smile. It reminded him of someone he knew way back in high school. Marguerite Krux? She must have recognized him as well. And maybe even a split second faster than him. Now, instead of staring at a bright and sparkling face he was confronted with a woman whose eyes were now blazing with pure hatred. Roxton panicked and opened his mouth to say something but before he could even process what was happening he saw her fist aiming towards his face. Everything suddenly moved in slow motion. And even with Roxton's quick reflexes, he couldn't avoid her fist from connecting with the side of his face. The sheer force of the blow knocked him flat on his back. Completely stunned, Roxton lay on the front porch of the Malone residence. The door slammed shut and everything was silent for a second. Then the door opened once more and out walked Marguerite. With her temper still flaring, she walked right over him and to a car on the side of the road. Never looking back even once.
~~~~~
As the doorbell rang, Veronica cringed slightly. She braced herself for whatever was going to happen next. The door opened and there was a brief sound of silence. That was a good sign, right? Maybe Ned and her did Marguerite a favour. Maybe Marguerite and Roxton will suddenly fall in love instantly. Well, most likely not. But anything could happen.
Veronica didn't have much time to let her mind continue to wander because she heard a loud smack-like sound, a large thud and a groan. Then the door slammed shut. Uh oh. That couldn't be a good thing. Next, she heard what she could only guess as being Marguerite stomping around while mumbling a few choice words. The door opened once more. Veronica ran to front door. Ned, who was upstairs also heard the commotion and ran down the steps in time to meet Veronica at the front door and see Marguerite storm to her car and speed down the street.
They both looked at each other with a worried look and then turned their attention to a very pained Roxton who was still lying on the ground, rubbing the side of face. Veronica sighed. Of all the different scenarios she had pictured in her mind, THIS was definitely not one of them. She looked at Ned once again. This time, with a fearful look. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
TBC…
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Alright. So, that wasn't a very happy reunion. Unless you consider being decked in the face a good thing. ;) As for flashbacks into the past. I'm sure you're in for a little sneak peak into their past in the next chapter. But I'm taking the advice of a friend and I'm not going to tell you exactly what happened just yet. Tho, I'm curious to hear what you ppl think Roxton did. I could always try to incorporate your idea into the story! :) Sorry N/V fans… I'm prolly going to skip the first meeting of them and assume they were friends since kindergarten or something. I think I'd have too much trouble putting that into the story without straying too far from the plot. (hmm… this thing has a plot?? Go figure)
And wow. The season finale was one major cliffhanger. Whoo. :) But I loved it! Thank goodness for vcr's and awesome friends who use those vcr's to tape eppies of TLW for me!
Alright. Once again. THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support! TLW fic world/writer's have been so great to me! You guys keep me from giving up! I LOVE YOU ALL! Now's the time where I ask you to clicky on the purply button and speak your mind, guess at what Roxton did or say whatever you want… :)
Buttons down there. And then after you're done… a lot of you ppls should be getting back to your own fics… I'm waiting… *taps foot impatiently*
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