Mismatch 20
Okey. I'm BAAAAAAAACK. ;) Yah, I know it seemed as if I had gotten lost on my own personal plateau. I seriously thought I would have much more time to write once I was out of school and on my co-op term. But it's been physically draining to go to work. And I'm so exhausted that I have no creative energy to write anything. Not to mention my temporary writer's block. Anywho. As promised... here's the next chapter. Though they are getting slightly shorter in length, I hope you will continue to follow this story.
EIE: *blushes* at the fact that you think I'm a genius. Thank you SO much for your continued support and encouragement! I know I'm being so evil with my cliffies and taking way too long to finish this fic. My deepest apologies to you.
Michi: I know your exams are long done... though, I hope you did great on them!
A. Windsor: I totally love your fic "Searching..."!!! Keep on writing!
Margie (aka Maloal): Thanks for the well wishes on my exams! And I'm happy to report I passed everything! (maybe not with flying colours but close enough...) :D
Galxychld: I know... I'm throwing everything way too quickly. And part of the reason may be that I'm trying to finish this fic before I lose complete interest in finishing the fic. :( I'll try to make sure the last chapters are not completely horrible.
TLWROX: Thank you so much for the much needed push to continue this fic. Your e-mail really made me realize how much I've been putting this off. Your enthusiasm makes me smile! :D You... *ahem* rock!!! ;) hee hee
Alanna: Your compliment warms my heart! :) And I'm glad that my idea of a cliffy is making ppl want to continue to read this.
Jessie: Apologies for keeping you waiting...
Zarah: watch out for them q-tips... dangerous l'il buggers. ;) You are a great author! Keep the great work up! :) oh... and though it may be a little late.. here's a paper bag so you can stop hyperventilating. :D Breathe, Zarah, breathe!
Rumor: It's okey if you thought something different. I'm glad I'm keeping some ppl on their toes and not being "completely" transparent. Though, I'm sure most of you can guess where this fic is heading... ;) the smart readers that you are!
Maggie: hee hee, you called me V. :D sorry, I'm kinda giddy. :) Glad you like the fic!
Steffi: yah. If you can recall my crazy need to find out what happened in that eppy with Askwith... this being the reason so I could kinda mirror it in the fic. Hope that ppl could see the parallelism. :D As for their inner conversations. Those are always the most fun to write.
g-Prime: Good job on your guess. :) Roxton come back? Hmm... :) now why would I wanna do that? ;) kidding...
robin2409: I'm going against the rules? :D Sorries. Me being evil. I know. :) hope you enjoy the next chappie.
Lois: Yah, my finals have been over for over a month. *blushes embarrassedly* Sorry for the long wait.
Phoenix: One of the best m/r stories? That is such a sweet compliment. :D
Suzanne: me feel powerful? Not really. :D I'm just enjoying the fact that ppl enjoy the fic. C'est tout. :) but having a little power doesn't hurt. ;) lol!
Maartje: Alright, here the next chapter... ... ... where's my cookie. ;)
Emma: a wedding and a baby? Wow! You're sure thinking ahead. ;) Who knows what my muse has in mind. :) And I'm glad I was able to write this and have it be original. I try my best. :D
LadySammyMRoxton: A newbie reader! :D I know there are lots of ppl who dun wanna read fics that are still in the works, but I'm so glad you decided to read it! Thanks for the review!
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I had been away for so very long... I apologize but I HAD to say a thank you to everyone who has been so "patiently" waiting for the next chapter. Though, this chapter isn't extremely long. It did take quite a while to write. I apologize for the delay. I'll TRY to get another chapter out sooner. And now... here's the next chapter... drumroll... ;)
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He stared out the window of the plane watching as it ascended higher and higher. The ground moving further away. Sighing, he gently touched the glass window with his fingers and muttered in a low voice, "It was silly of me to think there could ever be anything between us..."
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"Quick, get some smelling salts or something." Marguerite dropped to her knees by the couch where Charles lay.
"Smelling salts?! Who on earth carries smelling salts?"
"Whatever! Just do something! Get these people outta the house!"
Veronica placed a hand on her shoulder. "Marguerite, darling, don't you think you owe them an explanation?"
Marguerite pouted. "No."
"Marg-ue-rite." She said in a warning tone as if she was talking to a child.
"Fine..." She got up and headed towards the mass of people who had begun to gossip amongst themselves. Walking the short distance seemed to take forever. As if she was walking the long corridor towards her execution. She could hear the funeral march playing. *Veronica was right all along! I AM melodramatic!* Once she finally made it to the crowd of people, there were a couple murmurs and suddenly a hush spread throughout the room.
*This is it. Fate has delayed this too long. Nothing else is going to miraculously pop up and interrupt this speech...* She paused and waited as if expecting another sudden outburst from an ex-boyfriend or the roof to collapse or aliens to show up at her door and zap everyone into dust. But nothing happened. It was so quiet that she was looking for the tumbleweed to roll by.
"Everyone, I just want to thank you all for coming. However, there will be no celebration tonight. Actually... there was nothing to celebrate in the first place. There is not going to be a wedding. Truthfully, there never was even an engagement. I am not engaged to John Roxton, nor was I ever. And guess what?! I've never been engaged before in my life!" For the first time in weeks, Marguerite felt this heavy weight lift off of her shoulders. With everything now finally out in the open, she shrugged her shoulders and continued. "The gifts, I'm sure, were lovely. Though, there really is no use in me opening them. You can all just go and pick up what you brought. I apologize for deceiving you all. I'm sure you all know where the front door is..."
Eventually, one by one, every confused guest gathered their belongings and made their way out of the house. Leaving Marguerite in an empty house with her mother and Charles still out cold on the couch. She was still sitting by Charles when she heard a sound resembling a quiet sniffle. Slowly, she approached her mother, who was sitting by the dining room table with her head buried in her hands. What Marguerite heard next shocked her.
"Marguerite, do you hate me that much?"
"What? How can you even say that?"
"Am I such a horrible mother that you had to lie like that to get me off your back?"
"No! Don't say that! You've been a great mother!"
"Then why? Why Marguerite?"
"For years you had been nagging me to get married and then when you heard about me and John. Mother, you should have seen your face! It was what you had always wanted. For me to finally find someone, settle down and get married and for you to have grandchildren. And when I tried to tell you the truth... I just couldn't... disappoint you again."
"Disappoint me? Marguerite. You have never ever disappointed me. I have never been anything but proud of you!" She spoke through tears.
"Aww, mother, you're making me cry now." Marguerite smiled as tears spilt over her cheeks. "I'm so sorry I lied. I don't even know how the whole thing snowballed like that. And then..."
They were interrupted by a small cough followed closely by a groan.
"Charles! He's awake! I have to go check on him." Mrs. Krux smiled and motioned her daughter to go back to Charles. Marguerite quickly dried her teary eyes and kissed her mother on the cheek and rushed off to check on Charles' condition.
Charles feebly attempted to sit up, but still feeling slightly disoriented, he fell back on the couch with a muffled thud. Groaning in pain, he lifted a hand to his head.
"How come I feel like I was run over by a parade of elephants? What on earth happened to me? And where did everybody go?"
"You missed quite a lot while lying unconscious, Charles." Marguerite laughed. "Actually, there's something I have to tell you..."
"Wait! There is something I should say first."
"Charles, this is really important!"
"So is mine. Marguerite, about your fiancé..."
Not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer Marguerite opened her mouth to reveal the truth.
"He really loves you." / "We're not really engaged."
"What?" / "Excuse me?!"
Ignoring Marguerite's words, he continued. "The guy is absolutely crazy about you. It's so obvious. If it weren't for the fact that I was being the typical jealous ex, I would've seen it sooner. The way that he looked at you was with complete love in his eyes. I love you with all my heart and I want you to be happy. They way you looked back at him. Marguerite, truth be known, your eyes reveal everything. You think you can hide it? You love him too. And though it pains me to see you in love with someone else. I must let you go."
Marguerite stood there with her mouth agape.
"I ruined everything for you, Marguerite. Where is he? I owe him an apology." He searched the room for Roxton. But there was no sign of him.
"John? He... he must have took off when we were carrying you to the house."
"You mean he just left? Just like that?"
"When he knocked you unconscious, I rushed over to you..." Her mind went over the many possible reasons to cause Roxton to run off without a word. Suddenly, an idea popped in her head. "He must have thought..." She trailed off.
"... that you still had feelings for me." Charles finished.
Marguerite only nodded in reply.
"Marguerite, you have to find him. Once, there might have been something between us. But now... Now, he's the one who has captured your heart. As much as I wished that it were me instead of him, I can't do that to you... or him. You two are meant to be together. And for me to get in the way, would be... morally wrong."
As his words began to sink in, Marguerite could no longer pretend that the skip of her heartbeat when she saw Roxton was a result of indigestion. But, was Charles right? Did Roxton REALLY feel the same way? Sure, his actions did show that he felt guilty about what he did to her. But did that automatically mean he was in love with her???
Charles finally stood up and headed towards the door. Grabbing his coat he turned the knob on the door and stepped out. Turning one last time he whispered, "I love you, Marguerite. Go and fine your soul mate."
At the sound of the door closing, Mrs. Krux walked up to Marguerite. "Marguerite, is that true? You have feelings for a pretend fiancé?" She said seriously but a smile started to form.
"I don't know. Maybe?"
"Then what are you still doing here? Waiting for the seasons to change? Go!"
"Thanks for being so understanding." She hugged her mother before rushing out of the house in search of Roxton.
TBC...
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And there you have it. Not really making much progress. But if I stuck in the next part it would seem like I was rushing. So, I decided against including it and sticking it in the next chapter. If there were any typos or horrible grammatical errors, I apologize. I've only proofread this twice. As always, you very kind and wonderful ppl, please review!
Okey. I'm BAAAAAAAACK. ;) Yah, I know it seemed as if I had gotten lost on my own personal plateau. I seriously thought I would have much more time to write once I was out of school and on my co-op term. But it's been physically draining to go to work. And I'm so exhausted that I have no creative energy to write anything. Not to mention my temporary writer's block. Anywho. As promised... here's the next chapter. Though they are getting slightly shorter in length, I hope you will continue to follow this story.
EIE: *blushes* at the fact that you think I'm a genius. Thank you SO much for your continued support and encouragement! I know I'm being so evil with my cliffies and taking way too long to finish this fic. My deepest apologies to you.
Michi: I know your exams are long done... though, I hope you did great on them!
A. Windsor: I totally love your fic "Searching..."!!! Keep on writing!
Margie (aka Maloal): Thanks for the well wishes on my exams! And I'm happy to report I passed everything! (maybe not with flying colours but close enough...) :D
Galxychld: I know... I'm throwing everything way too quickly. And part of the reason may be that I'm trying to finish this fic before I lose complete interest in finishing the fic. :( I'll try to make sure the last chapters are not completely horrible.
TLWROX: Thank you so much for the much needed push to continue this fic. Your e-mail really made me realize how much I've been putting this off. Your enthusiasm makes me smile! :D You... *ahem* rock!!! ;) hee hee
Alanna: Your compliment warms my heart! :) And I'm glad that my idea of a cliffy is making ppl want to continue to read this.
Jessie: Apologies for keeping you waiting...
Zarah: watch out for them q-tips... dangerous l'il buggers. ;) You are a great author! Keep the great work up! :) oh... and though it may be a little late.. here's a paper bag so you can stop hyperventilating. :D Breathe, Zarah, breathe!
Rumor: It's okey if you thought something different. I'm glad I'm keeping some ppl on their toes and not being "completely" transparent. Though, I'm sure most of you can guess where this fic is heading... ;) the smart readers that you are!
Maggie: hee hee, you called me V. :D sorry, I'm kinda giddy. :) Glad you like the fic!
Steffi: yah. If you can recall my crazy need to find out what happened in that eppy with Askwith... this being the reason so I could kinda mirror it in the fic. Hope that ppl could see the parallelism. :D As for their inner conversations. Those are always the most fun to write.
g-Prime: Good job on your guess. :) Roxton come back? Hmm... :) now why would I wanna do that? ;) kidding...
robin2409: I'm going against the rules? :D Sorries. Me being evil. I know. :) hope you enjoy the next chappie.
Lois: Yah, my finals have been over for over a month. *blushes embarrassedly* Sorry for the long wait.
Phoenix: One of the best m/r stories? That is such a sweet compliment. :D
Suzanne: me feel powerful? Not really. :D I'm just enjoying the fact that ppl enjoy the fic. C'est tout. :) but having a little power doesn't hurt. ;) lol!
Maartje: Alright, here the next chapter... ... ... where's my cookie. ;)
Emma: a wedding and a baby? Wow! You're sure thinking ahead. ;) Who knows what my muse has in mind. :) And I'm glad I was able to write this and have it be original. I try my best. :D
LadySammyMRoxton: A newbie reader! :D I know there are lots of ppl who dun wanna read fics that are still in the works, but I'm so glad you decided to read it! Thanks for the review!
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I had been away for so very long... I apologize but I HAD to say a thank you to everyone who has been so "patiently" waiting for the next chapter. Though, this chapter isn't extremely long. It did take quite a while to write. I apologize for the delay. I'll TRY to get another chapter out sooner. And now... here's the next chapter... drumroll... ;)
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He stared out the window of the plane watching as it ascended higher and higher. The ground moving further away. Sighing, he gently touched the glass window with his fingers and muttered in a low voice, "It was silly of me to think there could ever be anything between us..."
*******************
"Quick, get some smelling salts or something." Marguerite dropped to her knees by the couch where Charles lay.
"Smelling salts?! Who on earth carries smelling salts?"
"Whatever! Just do something! Get these people outta the house!"
Veronica placed a hand on her shoulder. "Marguerite, darling, don't you think you owe them an explanation?"
Marguerite pouted. "No."
"Marg-ue-rite." She said in a warning tone as if she was talking to a child.
"Fine..." She got up and headed towards the mass of people who had begun to gossip amongst themselves. Walking the short distance seemed to take forever. As if she was walking the long corridor towards her execution. She could hear the funeral march playing. *Veronica was right all along! I AM melodramatic!* Once she finally made it to the crowd of people, there were a couple murmurs and suddenly a hush spread throughout the room.
*This is it. Fate has delayed this too long. Nothing else is going to miraculously pop up and interrupt this speech...* She paused and waited as if expecting another sudden outburst from an ex-boyfriend or the roof to collapse or aliens to show up at her door and zap everyone into dust. But nothing happened. It was so quiet that she was looking for the tumbleweed to roll by.
"Everyone, I just want to thank you all for coming. However, there will be no celebration tonight. Actually... there was nothing to celebrate in the first place. There is not going to be a wedding. Truthfully, there never was even an engagement. I am not engaged to John Roxton, nor was I ever. And guess what?! I've never been engaged before in my life!" For the first time in weeks, Marguerite felt this heavy weight lift off of her shoulders. With everything now finally out in the open, she shrugged her shoulders and continued. "The gifts, I'm sure, were lovely. Though, there really is no use in me opening them. You can all just go and pick up what you brought. I apologize for deceiving you all. I'm sure you all know where the front door is..."
Eventually, one by one, every confused guest gathered their belongings and made their way out of the house. Leaving Marguerite in an empty house with her mother and Charles still out cold on the couch. She was still sitting by Charles when she heard a sound resembling a quiet sniffle. Slowly, she approached her mother, who was sitting by the dining room table with her head buried in her hands. What Marguerite heard next shocked her.
"Marguerite, do you hate me that much?"
"What? How can you even say that?"
"Am I such a horrible mother that you had to lie like that to get me off your back?"
"No! Don't say that! You've been a great mother!"
"Then why? Why Marguerite?"
"For years you had been nagging me to get married and then when you heard about me and John. Mother, you should have seen your face! It was what you had always wanted. For me to finally find someone, settle down and get married and for you to have grandchildren. And when I tried to tell you the truth... I just couldn't... disappoint you again."
"Disappoint me? Marguerite. You have never ever disappointed me. I have never been anything but proud of you!" She spoke through tears.
"Aww, mother, you're making me cry now." Marguerite smiled as tears spilt over her cheeks. "I'm so sorry I lied. I don't even know how the whole thing snowballed like that. And then..."
They were interrupted by a small cough followed closely by a groan.
"Charles! He's awake! I have to go check on him." Mrs. Krux smiled and motioned her daughter to go back to Charles. Marguerite quickly dried her teary eyes and kissed her mother on the cheek and rushed off to check on Charles' condition.
Charles feebly attempted to sit up, but still feeling slightly disoriented, he fell back on the couch with a muffled thud. Groaning in pain, he lifted a hand to his head.
"How come I feel like I was run over by a parade of elephants? What on earth happened to me? And where did everybody go?"
"You missed quite a lot while lying unconscious, Charles." Marguerite laughed. "Actually, there's something I have to tell you..."
"Wait! There is something I should say first."
"Charles, this is really important!"
"So is mine. Marguerite, about your fiancé..."
Not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer Marguerite opened her mouth to reveal the truth.
"He really loves you." / "We're not really engaged."
"What?" / "Excuse me?!"
Ignoring Marguerite's words, he continued. "The guy is absolutely crazy about you. It's so obvious. If it weren't for the fact that I was being the typical jealous ex, I would've seen it sooner. The way that he looked at you was with complete love in his eyes. I love you with all my heart and I want you to be happy. They way you looked back at him. Marguerite, truth be known, your eyes reveal everything. You think you can hide it? You love him too. And though it pains me to see you in love with someone else. I must let you go."
Marguerite stood there with her mouth agape.
"I ruined everything for you, Marguerite. Where is he? I owe him an apology." He searched the room for Roxton. But there was no sign of him.
"John? He... he must have took off when we were carrying you to the house."
"You mean he just left? Just like that?"
"When he knocked you unconscious, I rushed over to you..." Her mind went over the many possible reasons to cause Roxton to run off without a word. Suddenly, an idea popped in her head. "He must have thought..." She trailed off.
"... that you still had feelings for me." Charles finished.
Marguerite only nodded in reply.
"Marguerite, you have to find him. Once, there might have been something between us. But now... Now, he's the one who has captured your heart. As much as I wished that it were me instead of him, I can't do that to you... or him. You two are meant to be together. And for me to get in the way, would be... morally wrong."
As his words began to sink in, Marguerite could no longer pretend that the skip of her heartbeat when she saw Roxton was a result of indigestion. But, was Charles right? Did Roxton REALLY feel the same way? Sure, his actions did show that he felt guilty about what he did to her. But did that automatically mean he was in love with her???
Charles finally stood up and headed towards the door. Grabbing his coat he turned the knob on the door and stepped out. Turning one last time he whispered, "I love you, Marguerite. Go and fine your soul mate."
At the sound of the door closing, Mrs. Krux walked up to Marguerite. "Marguerite, is that true? You have feelings for a pretend fiancé?" She said seriously but a smile started to form.
"I don't know. Maybe?"
"Then what are you still doing here? Waiting for the seasons to change? Go!"
"Thanks for being so understanding." She hugged her mother before rushing out of the house in search of Roxton.
TBC...
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And there you have it. Not really making much progress. But if I stuck in the next part it would seem like I was rushing. So, I decided against including it and sticking it in the next chapter. If there were any typos or horrible grammatical errors, I apologize. I've only proofread this twice. As always, you very kind and wonderful ppl, please review!