A/N: Heeeeeey!!! Thankies SOOOO much 4 helping me reach 200 reviews!!!
~HUGS~ I luv u guyz!!!! =P lol, don't worry....I'm not like that, heh. .
O, & wish me luck this week @ my homecoming dance cuz I've got these
awesome shoes w/ these big-ass heels, so I walk around like Elle Woods, so
I'm most likely gonna fall over & make a total ass of myself, lmao. ^^
Hahaha, I'm a dork, even while writing. lol, not really, but o, well, haha.
Welp, I hope that u enjoy this! R&R, and of course....ENJOY! ^,~
CH 18
*5 years later*
"So what makes you wanna come up to New York?"
Spike looked over at the man sitting beside him on the train that they were currently occupying with severe apathy, replying bitterly, "Nothing, really.....I finished college about a month ago, so I guess that I'm primarily coming up to live here with the hopes of finding a fairly decent job."
The man snorted. "Well ya won't find it up there! New York is so goddamn overpopulated that many of its civilians can't even find a job!"
"Great," Spike grumbled, his spirits rapidly descending into nothingness as he folded his arms across his broad chest and let out an unattractive snort full of sheer disgust. "I guess I should be thankful to your warning, though."
The man shrugged, urging optimistically, "Forget about it....it's still possible for a young fellow such as yourself to get a pretty decent job in a busy city like that. Heck, that's what I'd be tryin' to do up there if I weren't celebrating the anniversary of when I met my darling woman, Roxanne, by taking her out to dinner once I meet up with her in Brooklyn."
Spike suddenly smirked, a bitterness immediately taking over the rich tremors of his voice as he acknowledged softly, "Today's my anniversary, too. This is the very day that my woman left me those 5, miserable years ago."
Clearly taken aback by all of this, the man apologized sheepishly, "Oh, I am sorry for opening up already healed wounds, sir! I swear that I meant you no harm!"
"Don't worry about it......what was said is now over and done with," Spike insisted weakly, trying his best to quell the massive heartache that was rapidly spreading throughout his weary being. "I-I guess that the best thing to do now is just.......................move on."
**************************************************************************** ******************************************
"Oh, shit! Frenchie...I-I did it again!!!"
"Oh, Faye! Dammit, girl!," the middle-aged woman swore under her breath, immediately rushing into the cramped kitchen, only to find the room completely flooded with silvery acrid smoke. "Good Heavens! Did you burn the biscuits........again?!"
"I said I did!," Faye wailed, tugging at her hair as she looked over the charred remains of the attempted biscuits in despair. "I'll never get them right, Frenchie! Couldn't you just bake them, yourself?!"
"No!," she insisted stubbornly, shaking her head back and forth with severe vehemence. "Our new tenant is a very special young man, and I believe that it would mean so much more to him to have his dinner cooked for him by a beautiful young girl such as yourself, opposed to some old hag like me, who is way past her expiration date!"
Faye sighed in exasperation. "Frenchie-"
"No!," she cut in, wagging her finger back and forth in denail. "Don't you 'Frenchie' me, young lady! Our tenant will be here in 3 hours, and if you don't hurry, we may have to be forced to send him to bed on an empty stomach!"
Faye rolled her eyes, grumbling saracastically, "Oh, no, the world is over. I swear, Frenchie! Why is this man so wonderful? I mean, what is he.....some rich heir that will be the answer to all of our unsolved debt nightmares?"
"No," Frenchie admitted, sighing, "but he is young and very handsome, and I just had this crazy little notion that.....well....."
"We would fall in love?," Faye guessed, her voice now completely devoid of all emotion.
"Yes," Frenchie acknowledged, blushing slightly. "Forgive me for sounding foolish, but I can't help the fact that I believe in miracles!"
Faye snorted. "Ha! Me? Fall in love? Oh, no, not this New Yorker! I'm afraid that I've been destroyed by love, so therefore I can never love again. My heart lies in Ellewood City.....safe and sound within the gentle hands of a caring young man whom I loved and still do with all my aching heart and soul."
"How beautiful," Frenchie commented, clasping her thin, pallid hands over her bosom as she let out a light sigh full of rue. "I am so very sorry for what you've lost, my dear. Did that particular young man happen to be the one that raped you?"
Faye blanched. "What?! He would NEVER!!! Where did you get such an absurd idea?! I was never raped!!!"
"Y-you weren't?," Frenchie stammered, a puzzled look rapidly spreading its way across her now severely perplexed countenance. "B-but Mr. and Mrs. Wong told me that that was why you came up here to live with me in the first place......to escape."
"Lies! ALL LIES!!!," Faye screeched, bursting into tears as she turned her back on her in an instant of absolute bewilderment. "I was blackmailed, Frenchie! I had no choice other than to leave the love of my life behind! You have no idea how much he meant to me....how much I grieved in private over losing him! For all I know he's already moved on, but me, the incredibly naive fool that I am, cannot. I loved him too much to just be able to move on like that."
"Oh, my," Frenchie breathed, suddenly absolutely speechless. "Oh, MY! Do you mean to tell me that all this time....."
"Yes.....the Wongs were lying to you," Faye supplied, trembling due to her unsteady emotions as she gripped onto the kitchen counter for support. "I'd really appreciate it, however, if you didn't ask me to explain any further, Frenchie......it hurts far too much to think about what I've lost."
Frenchie nodded solemnly. "Of course, my dear.......I will leave you to try to.......erm........'fix' those biscuits."
"Thank you," Faye acknowledged warmly, forcing a weak smile to play upon her rosy lips as she watched her companion turn to leave. "It really means a lot to me."
Once Frenchie was completely out of sight, Faye approached the tiny kitchen window and peered out and down upon the streets of New York below, realizing miserably, "You're out there somewhere, Spike........living........breathing.......doing everything that comes natural to you without my being there by your side. Oh, if only things could've been different.........if only life had been on my side for once! We would be together right now, never to be separated again............deeply in love, married, and happy."
**************************************************************************** ******************************************
"Really? Oh, my gosh, I am so happy for you!"
"Yes! It is true! Ed finally has a boy-toy-person.......just like Faye-Faye! Josh-person's one hot tamale!," Edward chirped elatedly over the phone, hardly able to suppress her pent-up joy. "Isn't that neat, Faye- Faye? We both have smelly smelly boys!"
"Oh....well.....yeah, sure.....we both do," Faye acknowledged, trying her best to suppress the tears that so very painfully teetered over the edges of her lashes as she tried her best not to let on to her dear ex- stepsister that she was currently very upset. "I-I am, again, so happy for you! When will I get to meet this Josh? Will you two-"
"FAYE! OUR TENANT'S HERE!!!," Frenchie's voice cut in shrilly from downstairs, thus causing Faye to grimace with slight apprehension and annoyance.
"Look, Ed, I've gotta go, sweetie, but I will call you back, ok?," she assured her ex-stepsister gently, almost feeling the young woman's warm, trademark grin on the other line of the phone. "Bye, sweetie."
"Bye-bye!," Edward chorused, cheerfully hanging up before Faye even had the chance to blink.
Letting out a miserable, weighted sigh, she carefully set the phone back down onto its cradle and headed for the stairs, not looking forward to meeting their new tenant in the least.
Once Faye had started to ascend the cedar steps, however, a terrible shock awaited her at the foot of the stairs.
Her eyes rolling back into her head in a moment of sheer weakness, Faye's legs gave out beneath her and she tumbled down the stairs headfirst in absolute bewilderment, her last words before entering a state of unconsciousness being a hushed, "Spike.......my love."
A/N: ~Gasp!~lol, I am SUCH a dramatic dork. . Heh. Sooo, az u've all guessed, I'm sure....well....it's Spike, lol. The tenant iz Spike! Haaaa. ^^ Toldja that I'd NEVER keep them separated 4 TOO long! U doubted me, didn't u? DIDN'T U??? Hahaha, it's ok if ya did, lol. =P N-e-who, the next chappie has sum adult content in it, so beware! ;p Heehee...don't wanna scar n-e-more of my reviewers than I already have, lmao. Welp, c that little button thingy down there? Ya click on it & review, so do it w/ me now....click.....review......send. Good job! ~Applauds u~ :p Haaa. lol, R&R PWEEEEASE?!!! Luv ya bunches! ^,~
3 Kendra Luehr
CH 18
*5 years later*
"So what makes you wanna come up to New York?"
Spike looked over at the man sitting beside him on the train that they were currently occupying with severe apathy, replying bitterly, "Nothing, really.....I finished college about a month ago, so I guess that I'm primarily coming up to live here with the hopes of finding a fairly decent job."
The man snorted. "Well ya won't find it up there! New York is so goddamn overpopulated that many of its civilians can't even find a job!"
"Great," Spike grumbled, his spirits rapidly descending into nothingness as he folded his arms across his broad chest and let out an unattractive snort full of sheer disgust. "I guess I should be thankful to your warning, though."
The man shrugged, urging optimistically, "Forget about it....it's still possible for a young fellow such as yourself to get a pretty decent job in a busy city like that. Heck, that's what I'd be tryin' to do up there if I weren't celebrating the anniversary of when I met my darling woman, Roxanne, by taking her out to dinner once I meet up with her in Brooklyn."
Spike suddenly smirked, a bitterness immediately taking over the rich tremors of his voice as he acknowledged softly, "Today's my anniversary, too. This is the very day that my woman left me those 5, miserable years ago."
Clearly taken aback by all of this, the man apologized sheepishly, "Oh, I am sorry for opening up already healed wounds, sir! I swear that I meant you no harm!"
"Don't worry about it......what was said is now over and done with," Spike insisted weakly, trying his best to quell the massive heartache that was rapidly spreading throughout his weary being. "I-I guess that the best thing to do now is just.......................move on."
**************************************************************************** ******************************************
"Oh, shit! Frenchie...I-I did it again!!!"
"Oh, Faye! Dammit, girl!," the middle-aged woman swore under her breath, immediately rushing into the cramped kitchen, only to find the room completely flooded with silvery acrid smoke. "Good Heavens! Did you burn the biscuits........again?!"
"I said I did!," Faye wailed, tugging at her hair as she looked over the charred remains of the attempted biscuits in despair. "I'll never get them right, Frenchie! Couldn't you just bake them, yourself?!"
"No!," she insisted stubbornly, shaking her head back and forth with severe vehemence. "Our new tenant is a very special young man, and I believe that it would mean so much more to him to have his dinner cooked for him by a beautiful young girl such as yourself, opposed to some old hag like me, who is way past her expiration date!"
Faye sighed in exasperation. "Frenchie-"
"No!," she cut in, wagging her finger back and forth in denail. "Don't you 'Frenchie' me, young lady! Our tenant will be here in 3 hours, and if you don't hurry, we may have to be forced to send him to bed on an empty stomach!"
Faye rolled her eyes, grumbling saracastically, "Oh, no, the world is over. I swear, Frenchie! Why is this man so wonderful? I mean, what is he.....some rich heir that will be the answer to all of our unsolved debt nightmares?"
"No," Frenchie admitted, sighing, "but he is young and very handsome, and I just had this crazy little notion that.....well....."
"We would fall in love?," Faye guessed, her voice now completely devoid of all emotion.
"Yes," Frenchie acknowledged, blushing slightly. "Forgive me for sounding foolish, but I can't help the fact that I believe in miracles!"
Faye snorted. "Ha! Me? Fall in love? Oh, no, not this New Yorker! I'm afraid that I've been destroyed by love, so therefore I can never love again. My heart lies in Ellewood City.....safe and sound within the gentle hands of a caring young man whom I loved and still do with all my aching heart and soul."
"How beautiful," Frenchie commented, clasping her thin, pallid hands over her bosom as she let out a light sigh full of rue. "I am so very sorry for what you've lost, my dear. Did that particular young man happen to be the one that raped you?"
Faye blanched. "What?! He would NEVER!!! Where did you get such an absurd idea?! I was never raped!!!"
"Y-you weren't?," Frenchie stammered, a puzzled look rapidly spreading its way across her now severely perplexed countenance. "B-but Mr. and Mrs. Wong told me that that was why you came up here to live with me in the first place......to escape."
"Lies! ALL LIES!!!," Faye screeched, bursting into tears as she turned her back on her in an instant of absolute bewilderment. "I was blackmailed, Frenchie! I had no choice other than to leave the love of my life behind! You have no idea how much he meant to me....how much I grieved in private over losing him! For all I know he's already moved on, but me, the incredibly naive fool that I am, cannot. I loved him too much to just be able to move on like that."
"Oh, my," Frenchie breathed, suddenly absolutely speechless. "Oh, MY! Do you mean to tell me that all this time....."
"Yes.....the Wongs were lying to you," Faye supplied, trembling due to her unsteady emotions as she gripped onto the kitchen counter for support. "I'd really appreciate it, however, if you didn't ask me to explain any further, Frenchie......it hurts far too much to think about what I've lost."
Frenchie nodded solemnly. "Of course, my dear.......I will leave you to try to.......erm........'fix' those biscuits."
"Thank you," Faye acknowledged warmly, forcing a weak smile to play upon her rosy lips as she watched her companion turn to leave. "It really means a lot to me."
Once Frenchie was completely out of sight, Faye approached the tiny kitchen window and peered out and down upon the streets of New York below, realizing miserably, "You're out there somewhere, Spike........living........breathing.......doing everything that comes natural to you without my being there by your side. Oh, if only things could've been different.........if only life had been on my side for once! We would be together right now, never to be separated again............deeply in love, married, and happy."
**************************************************************************** ******************************************
"Really? Oh, my gosh, I am so happy for you!"
"Yes! It is true! Ed finally has a boy-toy-person.......just like Faye-Faye! Josh-person's one hot tamale!," Edward chirped elatedly over the phone, hardly able to suppress her pent-up joy. "Isn't that neat, Faye- Faye? We both have smelly smelly boys!"
"Oh....well.....yeah, sure.....we both do," Faye acknowledged, trying her best to suppress the tears that so very painfully teetered over the edges of her lashes as she tried her best not to let on to her dear ex- stepsister that she was currently very upset. "I-I am, again, so happy for you! When will I get to meet this Josh? Will you two-"
"FAYE! OUR TENANT'S HERE!!!," Frenchie's voice cut in shrilly from downstairs, thus causing Faye to grimace with slight apprehension and annoyance.
"Look, Ed, I've gotta go, sweetie, but I will call you back, ok?," she assured her ex-stepsister gently, almost feeling the young woman's warm, trademark grin on the other line of the phone. "Bye, sweetie."
"Bye-bye!," Edward chorused, cheerfully hanging up before Faye even had the chance to blink.
Letting out a miserable, weighted sigh, she carefully set the phone back down onto its cradle and headed for the stairs, not looking forward to meeting their new tenant in the least.
Once Faye had started to ascend the cedar steps, however, a terrible shock awaited her at the foot of the stairs.
Her eyes rolling back into her head in a moment of sheer weakness, Faye's legs gave out beneath her and she tumbled down the stairs headfirst in absolute bewilderment, her last words before entering a state of unconsciousness being a hushed, "Spike.......my love."
A/N: ~Gasp!~lol, I am SUCH a dramatic dork. . Heh. Sooo, az u've all guessed, I'm sure....well....it's Spike, lol. The tenant iz Spike! Haaaa. ^^ Toldja that I'd NEVER keep them separated 4 TOO long! U doubted me, didn't u? DIDN'T U??? Hahaha, it's ok if ya did, lol. =P N-e-who, the next chappie has sum adult content in it, so beware! ;p Heehee...don't wanna scar n-e-more of my reviewers than I already have, lmao. Welp, c that little button thingy down there? Ya click on it & review, so do it w/ me now....click.....review......send. Good job! ~Applauds u~ :p Haaa. lol, R&R PWEEEEASE?!!! Luv ya bunches! ^,~
3 Kendra Luehr