Mismatch 16
A big thanx goes to Lixta, Steffi, A. Windsor, Jessie, brainfear, Maggie, fab, rumor, Galxychld, rollypolly, Melissa4, robin2409, Alanna, Ascamelien and last but certainly not least EIE! Your continued support means so much to me. Sorries for the delay. Stuff to deal with ... and I don't have as much time. As I promised... a flashback is scheduled... I'm slowly working my way up on this fic. Please be patient with me. See you at the bottom...
Onto the fic.
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"Alright then. Yes, I'll be sure to do that. I'll see you tonight then. You too. Bye." Veronica hung up the phone. *Okay. That was strange.*
She sat at the kitchen table in deep thought. Veronica must have been sitting for a couple of minutes when the phone rang again.
Picking up the receiver, "Hello?"
"Oh. My. God."
Veronica looked puzzled for a moment. "Finn? Is that you?"
"Yah. Who else would it be? Did you get..."
"a very weird phone call?" Veronica finished.
"Exactly. How on earth...?"
"Well, I'm sure that Mrs. Krux hangs out with high society. And apparently, that would include Danielle and her... well... fellow..."
"Barbie dolls?"
"Call them what you may. I'm sure Mrs. Krux heard the whole "Roxton incident" through the grapevine. She was bound to find out. The thing I want to know is, wouldn't she have called Marguerite and ask her about it? I mean, she suddenly hears that her daughter is married..."
"And?"
"Don't you get it? Wouldn't Marguerite have told her the truth? That she ISN'T married?"
"I don't think I'm following. Because from what you're saying, it makes it sound like..."
"Marguerite confirmed Mrs. Krux' beliefs by telling her mother that she..."
"... and Roxton are together." They said simultaneously.
"Our dear Marguerite has weaved herself into a nice little tangled web, don't ya think? How on earth is she going to get herself out of this one?" Veronica said with a laugh.
"Actually, I think it's for the best."
"You're kidding me?! Lying is not going to help her. She'll just have to keep lying to cover up her lies... and then where would she be? In a sea full of lies! That's what! And then there are lies covering up other lies and then she'll drown because her lies will over..."
"Vee, you're not making any sense."
"Sorry about that. It's just... why couldn't they work things out the first time?"
"They ARE perfect for each other, aren't they?"
"So, are we going to help the tortured souls?"
"I think that's already a given. Question is, how exactly are we going to help?"
"I'm sure we'll come up with something. Who knows, maybe they'll find a way themselves and we won't have to do a thing."
Finn looked at the clock and noticed the time. "Vee, I'd love to sit and chat but I should be going or I might be late for work."
"Yeah, I should get myself ready too. So, I'll see you tonight. And remember, mum's the word to arguerite-may on the arty-pay."
"Who on the what what?"
"Nevermind. Just don't spill the beans to Marguerite."
~~~~~
Marguerite sat at her desk nervously. Her brain had been wracked with the thought of what was to come. She mentally weighed both sides. One way, she showed up at her mother's without Roxton and told her the TRUTH. Which was probably the right thing to do. The other option was to track down the supposed "fiancé" in question, bring him to meet her mother and continue the charade. She knew what she SHOULD do. Funny thing was that the latter sounded like a better option.
"Marguerite!"
"What?"
"How come it seems to me that you're getting more and more flighty each day?" Finn stood with her arms crossed and her eyebrows slightly quirked.
"Flighty?"
"You know, lost in space... off in "La-La Land"... ?" Finn pulled up a chair and swung a leg over and plopped on the chair. Propping her elbows on the back of the chair she looked at Marguerite with a quizzical look. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" She asked in child-like innocence.
Marguerite thought whether to confide in Finn or not. She opened her mouth to reply but at the last moment, she decided against telling Finn about her situation. Most likely, Finn would laugh at her. "Nothing. Just... thinking. That's all."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, if there's anything I can do..."
"As a matter of fact. There is a small favour I would like to ask of you."
"I knew it was coming." Finn chuckled.
"I... There's something I have to do."
"No worries, Madge. I CAN eat lunch alone. It's no biggie."
Marguerite smiled at her friend. Finn was so very understanding. Often, it made Marguerite wonder what she did to deserve such a great friend. "I'll try to be back ASAP."
"Don't rush yourself. I can handle the store for the hour that you're gone. I won't burn the place down. Trust me, Madge. I've got it all under control."
"That makes one of us." Marguerite muttered.
"What was that?"
"Just talking to myself. That's all. I better be going or I might ..." She grabbed her coat and purse and ran out of the store.
~~~~~
"Mr. Malone. There is someone here to see you."
"Janice, I don't have any appointments lined up for today." Ned had one arm through the sleeve of his coat and was just about ready to head off to lunch.
"She says it's of urgency."
"Can you take a message? I'm kind of hungry."
"Mr. Malone. She will not take no for an answer... No wait. You can't go through there! Stop! You can't do that! Security!!!"
All of a sudden, his office door slammed wide open. Revealing a very impatient woman.
"Marguerite?"
"Hiya Ned. I was just in the neighbourhood and thought I'd drop by." She flashed him a smile.
"And to what pleasure, Milady, do I owe this grand visit of yours?" He joked.
"Actually. I need your help." She asked seriously.
Ned's face dropped. "This sounds serious. What's wrong, Marguerite?"
Suddenly, without warning, tears started welling up in her eyes. She opened her eyes wide and fought hard to blink. She waved her hand furiously to fan herself. "Whew. I think I have some dust in my eye..." She smiled weakly.
Ned was by her side in a heartbeat. "Marguerite?" He gently put his arm around her. "How about we go somewhere and just talk? That okay with you?" He looked at his friend, obviously worried.
Marguerite nodded slowly. "I'd like that."
~~~~~
They sat in silence for quite some time. Ned was patient though. He knew that Marguerite would say something when she was ready.
"Ned... I'm sorry about all this. I know that you're busy with work and I shouldn't have left Finn to deal with the store by herself but..."
He continued to listen intently. Only nodding in response.
"Augh! Why couldn't I keep my big mouth shut? I can't believe the hole I've dug for myself. Ned. I need a favour."
"Anything. You know that."
"I need..."
"Yes?"
"IneedtogetthenumberwhereRoxton'sstayingat." The words rushed out in a tumble of incoherent babble.
"Pardon?"
"IneedtogetthenumberwhereRoxton'sstayingat." She tried again. But her tongue was not cooperating with her.
"Marguerite. You know. I can't understand a word you're saying. Try to separate your words with spaces." He smiled.
Marguerite took a deep breath and tried again. Third time's a charm, wasn't it? "I need you to get the number where Roxton's staying at."
If Ned had been drinking coffee, he would have sprayed Marguerite with a mouthful of Java. "Excuse me? You need..."
"Roxton's phone number." She said firmly.
"Can I ask why? Or is that confidential information?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Alright. I can live with that. Uhm... hold on. Let me check my Palm." He whipped out his PDA and pulled out Roxton's hotel number. "You know, he leaves tomorrow to head back to L.A."
"He does?!" Marguerite cried out and in an instant clamped her hand over her mouth to stop her from saying anything else. Realizing how that must have sounded she added nonchalantly, "Really? Didn't know."
Ned looked at her questioningly. "Yah. Tomorrow's his last night in town. I was planning on meeting up with him tonight before he left."
"Oh." She quickly scrawled the number down.
"Oh? Oh a good thing or Oh a bad thing?"
"Nothing. Thanks for the information, Ned. I think I should head back. Who knows what mischief Finn has gotten herself into without me to supervise. She acts more like a child than anything."
~~~~~
She stared at the phone and the number she had scribbled down on a napkin. Her fingers trembled. She could always back out of this. Tell her mother the truth. That she had basically lied to her face when she said she was engaged. As she picked up the phone an image flashed through her head.
The next thing Marguerite knew, she was in her old bedroom. The past, once again flooding back to haunt her.
flashback
She was sitting on her bed with a small scrap piece of paper in her hand. *I can't believe I have to call him. What on earth am I going to say? I can't just call Roxton up and start a casual conversation! That's just SO VERY WRONG! Calm down, girl. You're doing this for a class assignment. Nothing else. Well, of course nothing else. Like there would be any other reason to talk to him? Silly girl. Stop wasting time staring at the phone number. Just dial the number.*
Slowly her brain regained control and she dialled his number. Anxiously awaiting as the phone rang.
"Hello?" A woman's voice spoke.
"Hi. I'm looking for John. I mean, Roxton. I mean, John Roxton. Is he available at the moment? If he's busy, I can call back later. I'm sorry. I don't want to intrude if..."
"My dear, he's perfectly free to take your call. Can you hold for a second?" The kindly voice said with a hint of laughter.
"Oh. Uhm. Sure. Thank you very much."
Marguerite unconsciously brought her free hand to her mouth and started to bite her nails nervously. *I sound like a blubbering fool! Could I stutter any more?* She heard a slight shuffling from the other line and heard a couple of muffled words: Polite. Young lady. Phone. After a couple more shuffling noise, someone picked up the phone line.
"I got it, mother." And there was a slight noise of the phone being hung up.
"Hey, Marguerite?"
That startled her a bit. "Uhm. Yah?" There was a short pause.
"You called me first, you know?" He chuckled softly.
Shaking her head to regain her composure, she mentally slapped herself. "Oh... OH! Yeah. I did. Uhm. I was.. uh.. calling about the assignment. When did you want to meet together to work on it? I know you have a busy schedule with all the football practices and stuff and I know that it's prolly not the most convenient thing for you but if you don't want to work on it.. that's fine with me.. I'll just work on it and..."
"Marguerite?" He interrupted.
"Yes?"
"You're babbling. I don't think you've taken a breath since the beginning of that phrase." He smiled.
"I didn't?" She laughed nervously. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. And of course I want to meet to work on the assignment. I'm not making any plans for you to work on it alone. This is supposed to be a partnership. You know, we're *Married*. It wouldn't be fair."
"Oh." She was so glad she wasn't talking to him face to face because she was completely flushed. Though, she was sure he could tell even through the phone line.
"So... when's the best time for you?" He asked.
"Anytime is fine for me. Weekend?"
"Sure. But it has to be before 6pm. I have to meet Danielle at the mall."
She frowned slightly at the mention of Danielle's name. Danielle obviously didn't like her and the feeling was mutual for Marguerite. Brushing those thoughts aside, "How about Saturday at noon? The public library?"
"The one two blocks from school? Sure. Sounds great."
"Alright then. Uhm... I guess that's all."
"Guess so." Another uncomfortable pause of silence. "I'll see you in class then?"
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Marguerite."
"Bye." She held the phone to her ear, waiting for him to hang up first. But apparently, he was doing the same thing.
"Marguerite? You still there?"
"Mm hmm."
"I was waiting for you to hang up first."
"So was I."
"This is silly." His smile could be felt through the phone. It warmed Marguerite's heart. How was it that such a supposedly stuck up guy was such a sweet... She stopped her thoughts before they could continue along the path that they were headed. *It's only because you're working with him for a major assignment. He probably expects me to do most of the work.* But somehow a small voice inside of her was telling her otherwise. "We could be here for hours. How about we hang up at the same time then?"
"Alright."
"At the count of three. One. Two. Three." click
Marguerite smiled as she stared at the phone. He was such a sweetheart. How was that even remotely possible? With all the stories she heard about Roxton. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe they all were wrong about him. Maybe, he was a decent guy hiding behind a tough, macho disguise. She looked at the phone once more before she got up and went downstairs to turn on the television to relax a bit before starting her math homework.
~~~~~
Roxton stared at the phone still in his hands even as the dial tone sounded. What on earth was wrong with him? He never had ANY trouble hanging up after a conversation with Danielle. Why did he want to be the last to hang up after talking to Marguerite? And why did his heart skip a beat when, after speaking to his mother, he realized that the person who was calling was Marguerite? So many new emotions were welling up inside him. Ones that he thought he'd never feel. At least, not yet. He was young. A carefree spirit. At the prime of his youth. Why was he thinking of the future? And in particular, one with Marguerite? He shook his head, as if it would shake away his thoughts. He sighed lightly and gently placed the phone down on the receiver. Saturday. It was only two days away. But suddenly, it felt like an eternity.
end of flashback
"Hello, John Roxton speaking."
TBC...
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oops. No confrontation yet. ;) it'll happen.. you know it will. As I said before. Way too much work. With three different labs and all the prepping for preliminary reports and the memo reports... plus test, assignments and just everything else school can throw at me... I haven't had as much time as I'd like to work on this. I do hope that this was worth the wait tho. And yes. For those who were there... I'm still floating from the David Orth chat! Eek! Way too cool!!! :D Alright. I'm done. Please review and speak your mind!
A big thanx goes to Lixta, Steffi, A. Windsor, Jessie, brainfear, Maggie, fab, rumor, Galxychld, rollypolly, Melissa4, robin2409, Alanna, Ascamelien and last but certainly not least EIE! Your continued support means so much to me. Sorries for the delay. Stuff to deal with ... and I don't have as much time. As I promised... a flashback is scheduled... I'm slowly working my way up on this fic. Please be patient with me. See you at the bottom...
Onto the fic.
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"Alright then. Yes, I'll be sure to do that. I'll see you tonight then. You too. Bye." Veronica hung up the phone. *Okay. That was strange.*
She sat at the kitchen table in deep thought. Veronica must have been sitting for a couple of minutes when the phone rang again.
Picking up the receiver, "Hello?"
"Oh. My. God."
Veronica looked puzzled for a moment. "Finn? Is that you?"
"Yah. Who else would it be? Did you get..."
"a very weird phone call?" Veronica finished.
"Exactly. How on earth...?"
"Well, I'm sure that Mrs. Krux hangs out with high society. And apparently, that would include Danielle and her... well... fellow..."
"Barbie dolls?"
"Call them what you may. I'm sure Mrs. Krux heard the whole "Roxton incident" through the grapevine. She was bound to find out. The thing I want to know is, wouldn't she have called Marguerite and ask her about it? I mean, she suddenly hears that her daughter is married..."
"And?"
"Don't you get it? Wouldn't Marguerite have told her the truth? That she ISN'T married?"
"I don't think I'm following. Because from what you're saying, it makes it sound like..."
"Marguerite confirmed Mrs. Krux' beliefs by telling her mother that she..."
"... and Roxton are together." They said simultaneously.
"Our dear Marguerite has weaved herself into a nice little tangled web, don't ya think? How on earth is she going to get herself out of this one?" Veronica said with a laugh.
"Actually, I think it's for the best."
"You're kidding me?! Lying is not going to help her. She'll just have to keep lying to cover up her lies... and then where would she be? In a sea full of lies! That's what! And then there are lies covering up other lies and then she'll drown because her lies will over..."
"Vee, you're not making any sense."
"Sorry about that. It's just... why couldn't they work things out the first time?"
"They ARE perfect for each other, aren't they?"
"So, are we going to help the tortured souls?"
"I think that's already a given. Question is, how exactly are we going to help?"
"I'm sure we'll come up with something. Who knows, maybe they'll find a way themselves and we won't have to do a thing."
Finn looked at the clock and noticed the time. "Vee, I'd love to sit and chat but I should be going or I might be late for work."
"Yeah, I should get myself ready too. So, I'll see you tonight. And remember, mum's the word to arguerite-may on the arty-pay."
"Who on the what what?"
"Nevermind. Just don't spill the beans to Marguerite."
~~~~~
Marguerite sat at her desk nervously. Her brain had been wracked with the thought of what was to come. She mentally weighed both sides. One way, she showed up at her mother's without Roxton and told her the TRUTH. Which was probably the right thing to do. The other option was to track down the supposed "fiancé" in question, bring him to meet her mother and continue the charade. She knew what she SHOULD do. Funny thing was that the latter sounded like a better option.
"Marguerite!"
"What?"
"How come it seems to me that you're getting more and more flighty each day?" Finn stood with her arms crossed and her eyebrows slightly quirked.
"Flighty?"
"You know, lost in space... off in "La-La Land"... ?" Finn pulled up a chair and swung a leg over and plopped on the chair. Propping her elbows on the back of the chair she looked at Marguerite with a quizzical look. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" She asked in child-like innocence.
Marguerite thought whether to confide in Finn or not. She opened her mouth to reply but at the last moment, she decided against telling Finn about her situation. Most likely, Finn would laugh at her. "Nothing. Just... thinking. That's all."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, if there's anything I can do..."
"As a matter of fact. There is a small favour I would like to ask of you."
"I knew it was coming." Finn chuckled.
"I... There's something I have to do."
"No worries, Madge. I CAN eat lunch alone. It's no biggie."
Marguerite smiled at her friend. Finn was so very understanding. Often, it made Marguerite wonder what she did to deserve such a great friend. "I'll try to be back ASAP."
"Don't rush yourself. I can handle the store for the hour that you're gone. I won't burn the place down. Trust me, Madge. I've got it all under control."
"That makes one of us." Marguerite muttered.
"What was that?"
"Just talking to myself. That's all. I better be going or I might ..." She grabbed her coat and purse and ran out of the store.
~~~~~
"Mr. Malone. There is someone here to see you."
"Janice, I don't have any appointments lined up for today." Ned had one arm through the sleeve of his coat and was just about ready to head off to lunch.
"She says it's of urgency."
"Can you take a message? I'm kind of hungry."
"Mr. Malone. She will not take no for an answer... No wait. You can't go through there! Stop! You can't do that! Security!!!"
All of a sudden, his office door slammed wide open. Revealing a very impatient woman.
"Marguerite?"
"Hiya Ned. I was just in the neighbourhood and thought I'd drop by." She flashed him a smile.
"And to what pleasure, Milady, do I owe this grand visit of yours?" He joked.
"Actually. I need your help." She asked seriously.
Ned's face dropped. "This sounds serious. What's wrong, Marguerite?"
Suddenly, without warning, tears started welling up in her eyes. She opened her eyes wide and fought hard to blink. She waved her hand furiously to fan herself. "Whew. I think I have some dust in my eye..." She smiled weakly.
Ned was by her side in a heartbeat. "Marguerite?" He gently put his arm around her. "How about we go somewhere and just talk? That okay with you?" He looked at his friend, obviously worried.
Marguerite nodded slowly. "I'd like that."
~~~~~
They sat in silence for quite some time. Ned was patient though. He knew that Marguerite would say something when she was ready.
"Ned... I'm sorry about all this. I know that you're busy with work and I shouldn't have left Finn to deal with the store by herself but..."
He continued to listen intently. Only nodding in response.
"Augh! Why couldn't I keep my big mouth shut? I can't believe the hole I've dug for myself. Ned. I need a favour."
"Anything. You know that."
"I need..."
"Yes?"
"IneedtogetthenumberwhereRoxton'sstayingat." The words rushed out in a tumble of incoherent babble.
"Pardon?"
"IneedtogetthenumberwhereRoxton'sstayingat." She tried again. But her tongue was not cooperating with her.
"Marguerite. You know. I can't understand a word you're saying. Try to separate your words with spaces." He smiled.
Marguerite took a deep breath and tried again. Third time's a charm, wasn't it? "I need you to get the number where Roxton's staying at."
If Ned had been drinking coffee, he would have sprayed Marguerite with a mouthful of Java. "Excuse me? You need..."
"Roxton's phone number." She said firmly.
"Can I ask why? Or is that confidential information?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Alright. I can live with that. Uhm... hold on. Let me check my Palm." He whipped out his PDA and pulled out Roxton's hotel number. "You know, he leaves tomorrow to head back to L.A."
"He does?!" Marguerite cried out and in an instant clamped her hand over her mouth to stop her from saying anything else. Realizing how that must have sounded she added nonchalantly, "Really? Didn't know."
Ned looked at her questioningly. "Yah. Tomorrow's his last night in town. I was planning on meeting up with him tonight before he left."
"Oh." She quickly scrawled the number down.
"Oh? Oh a good thing or Oh a bad thing?"
"Nothing. Thanks for the information, Ned. I think I should head back. Who knows what mischief Finn has gotten herself into without me to supervise. She acts more like a child than anything."
~~~~~
She stared at the phone and the number she had scribbled down on a napkin. Her fingers trembled. She could always back out of this. Tell her mother the truth. That she had basically lied to her face when she said she was engaged. As she picked up the phone an image flashed through her head.
The next thing Marguerite knew, she was in her old bedroom. The past, once again flooding back to haunt her.
flashback
She was sitting on her bed with a small scrap piece of paper in her hand. *I can't believe I have to call him. What on earth am I going to say? I can't just call Roxton up and start a casual conversation! That's just SO VERY WRONG! Calm down, girl. You're doing this for a class assignment. Nothing else. Well, of course nothing else. Like there would be any other reason to talk to him? Silly girl. Stop wasting time staring at the phone number. Just dial the number.*
Slowly her brain regained control and she dialled his number. Anxiously awaiting as the phone rang.
"Hello?" A woman's voice spoke.
"Hi. I'm looking for John. I mean, Roxton. I mean, John Roxton. Is he available at the moment? If he's busy, I can call back later. I'm sorry. I don't want to intrude if..."
"My dear, he's perfectly free to take your call. Can you hold for a second?" The kindly voice said with a hint of laughter.
"Oh. Uhm. Sure. Thank you very much."
Marguerite unconsciously brought her free hand to her mouth and started to bite her nails nervously. *I sound like a blubbering fool! Could I stutter any more?* She heard a slight shuffling from the other line and heard a couple of muffled words: Polite. Young lady. Phone. After a couple more shuffling noise, someone picked up the phone line.
"I got it, mother." And there was a slight noise of the phone being hung up.
"Hey, Marguerite?"
That startled her a bit. "Uhm. Yah?" There was a short pause.
"You called me first, you know?" He chuckled softly.
Shaking her head to regain her composure, she mentally slapped herself. "Oh... OH! Yeah. I did. Uhm. I was.. uh.. calling about the assignment. When did you want to meet together to work on it? I know you have a busy schedule with all the football practices and stuff and I know that it's prolly not the most convenient thing for you but if you don't want to work on it.. that's fine with me.. I'll just work on it and..."
"Marguerite?" He interrupted.
"Yes?"
"You're babbling. I don't think you've taken a breath since the beginning of that phrase." He smiled.
"I didn't?" She laughed nervously. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. And of course I want to meet to work on the assignment. I'm not making any plans for you to work on it alone. This is supposed to be a partnership. You know, we're *Married*. It wouldn't be fair."
"Oh." She was so glad she wasn't talking to him face to face because she was completely flushed. Though, she was sure he could tell even through the phone line.
"So... when's the best time for you?" He asked.
"Anytime is fine for me. Weekend?"
"Sure. But it has to be before 6pm. I have to meet Danielle at the mall."
She frowned slightly at the mention of Danielle's name. Danielle obviously didn't like her and the feeling was mutual for Marguerite. Brushing those thoughts aside, "How about Saturday at noon? The public library?"
"The one two blocks from school? Sure. Sounds great."
"Alright then. Uhm... I guess that's all."
"Guess so." Another uncomfortable pause of silence. "I'll see you in class then?"
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Marguerite."
"Bye." She held the phone to her ear, waiting for him to hang up first. But apparently, he was doing the same thing.
"Marguerite? You still there?"
"Mm hmm."
"I was waiting for you to hang up first."
"So was I."
"This is silly." His smile could be felt through the phone. It warmed Marguerite's heart. How was it that such a supposedly stuck up guy was such a sweet... She stopped her thoughts before they could continue along the path that they were headed. *It's only because you're working with him for a major assignment. He probably expects me to do most of the work.* But somehow a small voice inside of her was telling her otherwise. "We could be here for hours. How about we hang up at the same time then?"
"Alright."
"At the count of three. One. Two. Three." click
Marguerite smiled as she stared at the phone. He was such a sweetheart. How was that even remotely possible? With all the stories she heard about Roxton. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe they all were wrong about him. Maybe, he was a decent guy hiding behind a tough, macho disguise. She looked at the phone once more before she got up and went downstairs to turn on the television to relax a bit before starting her math homework.
~~~~~
Roxton stared at the phone still in his hands even as the dial tone sounded. What on earth was wrong with him? He never had ANY trouble hanging up after a conversation with Danielle. Why did he want to be the last to hang up after talking to Marguerite? And why did his heart skip a beat when, after speaking to his mother, he realized that the person who was calling was Marguerite? So many new emotions were welling up inside him. Ones that he thought he'd never feel. At least, not yet. He was young. A carefree spirit. At the prime of his youth. Why was he thinking of the future? And in particular, one with Marguerite? He shook his head, as if it would shake away his thoughts. He sighed lightly and gently placed the phone down on the receiver. Saturday. It was only two days away. But suddenly, it felt like an eternity.
end of flashback
"Hello, John Roxton speaking."
TBC...
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oops. No confrontation yet. ;) it'll happen.. you know it will. As I said before. Way too much work. With three different labs and all the prepping for preliminary reports and the memo reports... plus test, assignments and just everything else school can throw at me... I haven't had as much time as I'd like to work on this. I do hope that this was worth the wait tho. And yes. For those who were there... I'm still floating from the David Orth chat! Eek! Way too cool!!! :D Alright. I'm done. Please review and speak your mind!