Losing Grip
Chapter 5
A/N: My italics don't seem to work, so I put them in caps, if you don't mind.
"Hot chocolate for you, Mary Anne?"
"Yes, please," Mary Anne replied as she followed Logan into his kitchen. It was two weeks after THE KISS and Mary Anne had "gotten over" the kiss.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of the doorbell made them jump. Logan scalded himself as he was pouring hot water into the cups when the doorbell rang.
"Will you get that please, Mary Anne?" Logan asked as he held his scalded finger under the running tap water.
"Sure," Mary Anne replied, hurrying out of the kitchen.
Before Mary Anne could say "Hi." to the person she had opened the door to, the person had charged right in, without so much as a "Hello." or "Thank you.".
Her frizzy blonde hair was unmistakable.
It was Allison, and now she was shouting to Logan.
As she closed the door she could hear Logan coming out from the kitchen.
"Hi . . . Allison. What-"
"Hi, Logy," she said briskly, "I would like to ask, what is SHE doing here?" she asked, pointing at Mary Anne.
"This is Mary Anne, Allison. Mary Anne, Allison." Said Logan, as if ignoring Allison's question.
"I know, Logy. Can you imagine how many times I've come across her name- and her pictures- in that old journal of yours?" asked Allison, "And, you still haven't answered my question. What is she doing here?"
"What's wrong with her being here?" Logan countered, "Is her presence disturbing or of any threat to you?"
"No!" said Allison, a note of shock clear in her voice, "I'm your wife, and she's not. Why are you allowing her in our house?"
"No, you're my ex-wife. I repeat, EX-wife. And this is MY house, so I have the right to invite whoever I want into my house."
Allison became a deathly pale as Logan uttered his last sentence with such ease.
"Well, if you'll excuse us," Logan said in an extremely calm tone as he headed for the door, pulling Mary Anne along with him. Mary Anne had no choice but to be dragged along like a Raggedy-Ann doll.
"Where?" asked Allison in a voice so soft you could hardly hear her, "Where are you going with her?"
"Out," Logan replied simply, "You said I wasn't allowed to bring her home, so we'll just go to her house,"
"I didn't! I didn't!" Allison exclaimed, "I just- just- Mom told me she saw you KISS her after the funeral. I couldn't believe it, so I came here to ask you about it. Then- then I saw both of you here and- and . . ."
"And you thought that if you came in and tried to confront Logan, everything would be okay, and Logan would be yours again, right? Poor, poor Allison," said Mary Anne, putting her arm around Allison comfortingly.
"Yes, but I don't want sympathy, particularly if it's from you, Mary Anne, the source of this all." She replied, pushing Mary Anne's arm away.
Though stung by the words, she tried again, "Life isn't so easy, Allison. Not everything goes the way you want it to go. But you've got to accept all the things that happen. If you expect everything to go the way you want it to, you're going to live a life full of regret and sadness and hurt." She put her arm around Allison again, only to be brushed off once again.
"This isn't the last you'll see of me," Allison threatened, as she ran her forearm over her eyes, grabbing her handbag with the other, and stormed out of the door.
~END OF THIS CHAPTER~
Initial A/N: Hi! Thanks for all the reviews! I hope you like this chapter! It was up on the review page a couple of days ago because there was something wrong with the document manager. It wouldn't let me upload the story. *shrug* Anyway, I decided to put it up via the review page so that you all could read it. I know you've been waiting . . . :D
New A/N: If you have been reading the updates on the first page you see when you enter FF, you'll find one which reads, "If the story you have submitted earlier in the week is currently displaying weird characters in place of proper punctuations, please resubmit them to the Document Manager and use the Replace feature within Edit to resolve this issue." So that's what I'm doing. I replaced the strange symbols with the correct punctuation. Anyway, those who couldn't really understand it before, here's the improved version. I apologize to you all.
Just a reminder: Allison is meant to be unlikable.
Next chapter: Allison tries to badmouth Mary Anne. Will Logan be gullible enough to believe her?
In answer to your reviews:
Banana Split: Am I considered fast? Actually, I began writing the first 2 chapters before actually posting the first chapter, thus making it quite fast. I'm a bit behind time, though. I may need a bit of extra time to think about the sixth chapter and how Allison will badmouth Mary Anne.
Fred . . .: Uh, really? Thanks. *mumble, mumble*
Kathleen Emerson: I know it's a bit unbelievable, but well, it's fiction. I couldn't find any other way to express it other than being unbelievable.
SUNNYEXISTENCE: Shall I *somehow* add you to the story so you can strangle Allison? :D
CNJ: People change from the ages 13 - 28. But I guess you're right. I just had this idea in my head, and the only "couple" I knew enough about to write a story was Mary Anne and Logan.
Teacherchez: That's me. My dyslexia is so mild it's barely noticeable to me. But it could be of some help to me if I lived in America, though. Singaporeans write the date as dd/mm/yy, while the Americans write it as mm/dd/yy. Heh. It wouldn't matter if I wrote the date the wrong way around there, as I've been known to do here.
Rest of you: Yes, I'll be continuing the story, as you can see. Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter 5
A/N: My italics don't seem to work, so I put them in caps, if you don't mind.
"Hot chocolate for you, Mary Anne?"
"Yes, please," Mary Anne replied as she followed Logan into his kitchen. It was two weeks after THE KISS and Mary Anne had "gotten over" the kiss.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of the doorbell made them jump. Logan scalded himself as he was pouring hot water into the cups when the doorbell rang.
"Will you get that please, Mary Anne?" Logan asked as he held his scalded finger under the running tap water.
"Sure," Mary Anne replied, hurrying out of the kitchen.
Before Mary Anne could say "Hi." to the person she had opened the door to, the person had charged right in, without so much as a "Hello." or "Thank you.".
Her frizzy blonde hair was unmistakable.
It was Allison, and now she was shouting to Logan.
As she closed the door she could hear Logan coming out from the kitchen.
"Hi . . . Allison. What-"
"Hi, Logy," she said briskly, "I would like to ask, what is SHE doing here?" she asked, pointing at Mary Anne.
"This is Mary Anne, Allison. Mary Anne, Allison." Said Logan, as if ignoring Allison's question.
"I know, Logy. Can you imagine how many times I've come across her name- and her pictures- in that old journal of yours?" asked Allison, "And, you still haven't answered my question. What is she doing here?"
"What's wrong with her being here?" Logan countered, "Is her presence disturbing or of any threat to you?"
"No!" said Allison, a note of shock clear in her voice, "I'm your wife, and she's not. Why are you allowing her in our house?"
"No, you're my ex-wife. I repeat, EX-wife. And this is MY house, so I have the right to invite whoever I want into my house."
Allison became a deathly pale as Logan uttered his last sentence with such ease.
"Well, if you'll excuse us," Logan said in an extremely calm tone as he headed for the door, pulling Mary Anne along with him. Mary Anne had no choice but to be dragged along like a Raggedy-Ann doll.
"Where?" asked Allison in a voice so soft you could hardly hear her, "Where are you going with her?"
"Out," Logan replied simply, "You said I wasn't allowed to bring her home, so we'll just go to her house,"
"I didn't! I didn't!" Allison exclaimed, "I just- just- Mom told me she saw you KISS her after the funeral. I couldn't believe it, so I came here to ask you about it. Then- then I saw both of you here and- and . . ."
"And you thought that if you came in and tried to confront Logan, everything would be okay, and Logan would be yours again, right? Poor, poor Allison," said Mary Anne, putting her arm around Allison comfortingly.
"Yes, but I don't want sympathy, particularly if it's from you, Mary Anne, the source of this all." She replied, pushing Mary Anne's arm away.
Though stung by the words, she tried again, "Life isn't so easy, Allison. Not everything goes the way you want it to go. But you've got to accept all the things that happen. If you expect everything to go the way you want it to, you're going to live a life full of regret and sadness and hurt." She put her arm around Allison again, only to be brushed off once again.
"This isn't the last you'll see of me," Allison threatened, as she ran her forearm over her eyes, grabbing her handbag with the other, and stormed out of the door.
~END OF THIS CHAPTER~
Initial A/N: Hi! Thanks for all the reviews! I hope you like this chapter! It was up on the review page a couple of days ago because there was something wrong with the document manager. It wouldn't let me upload the story. *shrug* Anyway, I decided to put it up via the review page so that you all could read it. I know you've been waiting . . . :D
New A/N: If you have been reading the updates on the first page you see when you enter FF, you'll find one which reads, "If the story you have submitted earlier in the week is currently displaying weird characters in place of proper punctuations, please resubmit them to the Document Manager and use the Replace feature within Edit to resolve this issue." So that's what I'm doing. I replaced the strange symbols with the correct punctuation. Anyway, those who couldn't really understand it before, here's the improved version. I apologize to you all.
Just a reminder: Allison is meant to be unlikable.
Next chapter: Allison tries to badmouth Mary Anne. Will Logan be gullible enough to believe her?
In answer to your reviews:
Banana Split: Am I considered fast? Actually, I began writing the first 2 chapters before actually posting the first chapter, thus making it quite fast. I'm a bit behind time, though. I may need a bit of extra time to think about the sixth chapter and how Allison will badmouth Mary Anne.
Fred . . .: Uh, really? Thanks. *mumble, mumble*
Kathleen Emerson: I know it's a bit unbelievable, but well, it's fiction. I couldn't find any other way to express it other than being unbelievable.
SUNNYEXISTENCE: Shall I *somehow* add you to the story so you can strangle Allison? :D
CNJ: People change from the ages 13 - 28. But I guess you're right. I just had this idea in my head, and the only "couple" I knew enough about to write a story was Mary Anne and Logan.
Teacherchez: That's me. My dyslexia is so mild it's barely noticeable to me. But it could be of some help to me if I lived in America, though. Singaporeans write the date as dd/mm/yy, while the Americans write it as mm/dd/yy. Heh. It wouldn't matter if I wrote the date the wrong way around there, as I've been known to do here.
Rest of you: Yes, I'll be continuing the story, as you can see. Thanks for reviewing!