Author's Note: Wow that was a great response! Thank you sooo much. You guys
made my day. First of all, I'd like to say that you all gave me great ideas
and I'm really sorry I couldn't use them all. Ivy and Arch of Wand, somehow
I didn't get your reviews until after I'd drafted the chapter. I may try to
put your suggestions in later, or you can give me new ones. Just know that
I didn't leave you out on purpose. ^_~
Here's what *was* used:
Ojects: an aardvark (contributed by averi)
Activities: antiquing (contributed by averi), making snow angels (contributed by sunny)
Place: bedroom (contributed by Mari)
Quote: "Stupid is as stupid does" (contributed by Mari)
Chapter 2: Let It Snow
December 14th
Later
"Your sister?" Mark asked stupidly, shaking his head in confusion.
"Yeah, my sister. So you can let her in." Collins answered, chuckling.
"Oh. . .right. . ." Mark blushed and stepped away from the door.
"Hi, Collins' sister," Roger greeted cheerfully.
"I don't suppose you have a name?" Mimi asked the girl directly, pushing past the men, who were gathered in a clump in the hallway.
"Yeah. . ." the girl answered softly, "Aimee."
"Mimi." Mimi greeted cheerfully, extending a hand.
Aimee flinched slightly, then caught herself, laughed softly and shook it.
"It's nice to meet you. Pardon me for asking, but are you Tom's girlfriend?"
Mimi blushed slightly and shook her head.
"No. Just. . .a friend."
Aimee looked slightly embarrassed, then shook it off.
"Oh. Just wondering."
Roger laughed a little too loudly, then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mimi's waist.
"Nope. She's mine. And no one's taking her from me."
Collins cleared his throat.
"So. Umm. . .do you guys think you could finish the painting now?"
Everyone stood shuffling their feet for a few seconds, then turned and walked back into the other room. Collins turned to face Aimee, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Well that's a nice way to greet your sister," she answered, her voice suddenly bitter, "First you stand and stare at me, then you send your friends away from me and ask me what I'm doing here. Love you too."
"Hey now," Collins shot back, his voice rising slightly. "You don't speak to me in eight years, then suddenly show up on my doorstep, and expect me not to be suspicious? Give me a break."
"Okay, fine. Have it your way. I'm here to ask if I can live with you for a while."
"What?" Collins asked, surprised, "Why?"
Aimee narrowed her eyes at him, but held his gaze firmly.
"I really don't want to talk about it. Are you gonna leave your sister out on the streets to starve, or are you gonna let me stay with you?"
Collins threw up his hands in frustration.
"Fine. The couch is all yours. Do with it what you will."
December 16th
8:00 AM
"Whoa, it snowed!" Roger exclaimed, looking out the window of his bedroom.
"Roger, shut up!" Mimi groaned rolling over and pulling the ratty comforter up over her head.
"But it snowed," he said again, pulling the blankets off the bed and showing her a goofy grin. "I was starting to think it wasn't going to this year."
"Roger, give me a break. It's freezing in here. And I'm tired. You kept me up all last night talking in your sleep."
Roger looked surprised.
"I did? What was I talking about?"
"An aardvark." She said, giggling.
"Liar!" Roger teased, stretching out on the bed beside her. "You're just making that up to make me feel stupid."
"I'm not!" I swear to God, you were talking about an aardvark at an antiques show." Mimi grinned mischievously at him. "And besides, I wouldn't need to make anything up to make you feel stupid."
"Hey!" Roger laughed, poking her in the ribs, "And besides. . .you know the saying. . .'stupid is as stupid does.' And I'm about to do something stupid!"
Roger had that gleam in his eyes that always appeared right before he played a prank on someone. Mimi narrowed her eyes at him and slowly tried to inch away, but Roger was too fast for her. In one swift movement he scooped her up and carried her out into the living room, depositing her roughly on the hideous green couch. Mimi sat up and eyed him warily as he began searching through the closet for something.
"Roger?" He muttered something in response, but it was muffled because his entire head and upper body was obscured by the pile of junk in the closet.
"Roger, what are you doing?"
"Looking for our coats," he replied, louder.
"Why?"
"We're going to the park."
"In the *snow*?"
Roger finally found her coat and pulled it out. There was a loud crash as everything else fell off the shelf.
"Yep. It'll be fun. Put this on." He tossed her the old brown coat, hitting her in the face with it. She sat and blinked at him for a moment, then pulled it on, shaking her head.
"You know, you're *real* romantic this morning, Rog." She muttered.
"Don't you love me when it's cold?" Roger asked, kissing her.
"I love you all the time, but I don't see how the cold has anything to do with it."
"Well, you know, contrary to common belief, when it's cold men actually-"
"Whoa, hold it right there," Mimi interrupted, holding up a hand.
"What? I thought you liked it when I talk dirty."
"I do, but there are small children in the room," Mimi quipped, pointing to Mark who was standing in the doorway, stretching and yawning.
Roger nodded in mock understanding.
"Ah. I see. What do you say we blow this joint?" Roger asked, offering her his arm.
Mimi grinned and linked her arm through his, allowing him to lead her to the door.
It was cold and gray outside, but not in a depressing way. The cold stung their eyes and turned their cheeks a delicate pink.
As they crossed the street, Roger broke into a run.
"Last one there's a rotten egg!" he yelled, sprinting off toward the park.
"That's not fair!" Mimi shrieked, running after him.
"Sorry, babe, *life's* not fair!" Roger shouted back. After a few seconds, he reached his mark and stopped, grinning at the sight of her running madly at him, long hair flying wildly around her face.
"Wanna bet?" Mimi panted, stopping in front of him.
Roger just stood there and stared in confusion.
"What?"
"Here's another saying for ya. 'What goes around, comes around.'"
She ran forward and tackled him, managing to catch him off guard and knock him into a snow drift.
"Hey!" Roger laughed. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
"Poor you," Mimi teased.
Roger grabbed her by the waist and rolled over, trapping her beneath him.
"Oh, my god," Mark groaned. "I live with a couple of sex addicts. Don't you guys think you could've picked a better spot?"
"Grow up, Mark," Roger said, rolling his eyes. He rolled off of Mimi, grabbed a handful of snow and flung it at Mark, catching him square in the chest. Mark lobbed it right back, and hit Mimi instead of Roger. Soon there were snowballs flying in all directions. Finally, they were all too cold and tired to continue. Mimi flopped down on her back and began making a snow angel. Roger grinned and joined her. Mark just stood staring at something.
"What?" Roger asked, when he noticed.
"Isn't that Benny?" Mimi asked, sitting up and pointing.
"Yeah. . ." Mark said distantly.
"Who's he with?"
"I don't know. I can't tell."
Benny was standing across the street, talking to a young girl with flaming red hair.
"But that's definitely *not* Alison"
A/N: Okay, that was fun. I just have to warn you guys that this story does have a fairly angsty plot. And it's gonna be long. A year. (well, duh) Anyway, I'm gonna keep interspersing the funny scenes too, and I do still want totally random suggestions, but I also want things that could fit into more serious/dramatic scenes. Thanks for all your reviews. Now do it again! ^_~
Things Needed:
An opening line
More random quotes
More objects
Activities
Places
Girls' names (first and last)
Here's what *was* used:
Ojects: an aardvark (contributed by averi)
Activities: antiquing (contributed by averi), making snow angels (contributed by sunny)
Place: bedroom (contributed by Mari)
Quote: "Stupid is as stupid does" (contributed by Mari)
Chapter 2: Let It Snow
December 14th
Later
"Your sister?" Mark asked stupidly, shaking his head in confusion.
"Yeah, my sister. So you can let her in." Collins answered, chuckling.
"Oh. . .right. . ." Mark blushed and stepped away from the door.
"Hi, Collins' sister," Roger greeted cheerfully.
"I don't suppose you have a name?" Mimi asked the girl directly, pushing past the men, who were gathered in a clump in the hallway.
"Yeah. . ." the girl answered softly, "Aimee."
"Mimi." Mimi greeted cheerfully, extending a hand.
Aimee flinched slightly, then caught herself, laughed softly and shook it.
"It's nice to meet you. Pardon me for asking, but are you Tom's girlfriend?"
Mimi blushed slightly and shook her head.
"No. Just. . .a friend."
Aimee looked slightly embarrassed, then shook it off.
"Oh. Just wondering."
Roger laughed a little too loudly, then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mimi's waist.
"Nope. She's mine. And no one's taking her from me."
Collins cleared his throat.
"So. Umm. . .do you guys think you could finish the painting now?"
Everyone stood shuffling their feet for a few seconds, then turned and walked back into the other room. Collins turned to face Aimee, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Well that's a nice way to greet your sister," she answered, her voice suddenly bitter, "First you stand and stare at me, then you send your friends away from me and ask me what I'm doing here. Love you too."
"Hey now," Collins shot back, his voice rising slightly. "You don't speak to me in eight years, then suddenly show up on my doorstep, and expect me not to be suspicious? Give me a break."
"Okay, fine. Have it your way. I'm here to ask if I can live with you for a while."
"What?" Collins asked, surprised, "Why?"
Aimee narrowed her eyes at him, but held his gaze firmly.
"I really don't want to talk about it. Are you gonna leave your sister out on the streets to starve, or are you gonna let me stay with you?"
Collins threw up his hands in frustration.
"Fine. The couch is all yours. Do with it what you will."
December 16th
8:00 AM
"Whoa, it snowed!" Roger exclaimed, looking out the window of his bedroom.
"Roger, shut up!" Mimi groaned rolling over and pulling the ratty comforter up over her head.
"But it snowed," he said again, pulling the blankets off the bed and showing her a goofy grin. "I was starting to think it wasn't going to this year."
"Roger, give me a break. It's freezing in here. And I'm tired. You kept me up all last night talking in your sleep."
Roger looked surprised.
"I did? What was I talking about?"
"An aardvark." She said, giggling.
"Liar!" Roger teased, stretching out on the bed beside her. "You're just making that up to make me feel stupid."
"I'm not!" I swear to God, you were talking about an aardvark at an antiques show." Mimi grinned mischievously at him. "And besides, I wouldn't need to make anything up to make you feel stupid."
"Hey!" Roger laughed, poking her in the ribs, "And besides. . .you know the saying. . .'stupid is as stupid does.' And I'm about to do something stupid!"
Roger had that gleam in his eyes that always appeared right before he played a prank on someone. Mimi narrowed her eyes at him and slowly tried to inch away, but Roger was too fast for her. In one swift movement he scooped her up and carried her out into the living room, depositing her roughly on the hideous green couch. Mimi sat up and eyed him warily as he began searching through the closet for something.
"Roger?" He muttered something in response, but it was muffled because his entire head and upper body was obscured by the pile of junk in the closet.
"Roger, what are you doing?"
"Looking for our coats," he replied, louder.
"Why?"
"We're going to the park."
"In the *snow*?"
Roger finally found her coat and pulled it out. There was a loud crash as everything else fell off the shelf.
"Yep. It'll be fun. Put this on." He tossed her the old brown coat, hitting her in the face with it. She sat and blinked at him for a moment, then pulled it on, shaking her head.
"You know, you're *real* romantic this morning, Rog." She muttered.
"Don't you love me when it's cold?" Roger asked, kissing her.
"I love you all the time, but I don't see how the cold has anything to do with it."
"Well, you know, contrary to common belief, when it's cold men actually-"
"Whoa, hold it right there," Mimi interrupted, holding up a hand.
"What? I thought you liked it when I talk dirty."
"I do, but there are small children in the room," Mimi quipped, pointing to Mark who was standing in the doorway, stretching and yawning.
Roger nodded in mock understanding.
"Ah. I see. What do you say we blow this joint?" Roger asked, offering her his arm.
Mimi grinned and linked her arm through his, allowing him to lead her to the door.
It was cold and gray outside, but not in a depressing way. The cold stung their eyes and turned their cheeks a delicate pink.
As they crossed the street, Roger broke into a run.
"Last one there's a rotten egg!" he yelled, sprinting off toward the park.
"That's not fair!" Mimi shrieked, running after him.
"Sorry, babe, *life's* not fair!" Roger shouted back. After a few seconds, he reached his mark and stopped, grinning at the sight of her running madly at him, long hair flying wildly around her face.
"Wanna bet?" Mimi panted, stopping in front of him.
Roger just stood there and stared in confusion.
"What?"
"Here's another saying for ya. 'What goes around, comes around.'"
She ran forward and tackled him, managing to catch him off guard and knock him into a snow drift.
"Hey!" Roger laughed. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
"Poor you," Mimi teased.
Roger grabbed her by the waist and rolled over, trapping her beneath him.
"Oh, my god," Mark groaned. "I live with a couple of sex addicts. Don't you guys think you could've picked a better spot?"
"Grow up, Mark," Roger said, rolling his eyes. He rolled off of Mimi, grabbed a handful of snow and flung it at Mark, catching him square in the chest. Mark lobbed it right back, and hit Mimi instead of Roger. Soon there were snowballs flying in all directions. Finally, they were all too cold and tired to continue. Mimi flopped down on her back and began making a snow angel. Roger grinned and joined her. Mark just stood staring at something.
"What?" Roger asked, when he noticed.
"Isn't that Benny?" Mimi asked, sitting up and pointing.
"Yeah. . ." Mark said distantly.
"Who's he with?"
"I don't know. I can't tell."
Benny was standing across the street, talking to a young girl with flaming red hair.
"But that's definitely *not* Alison"
A/N: Okay, that was fun. I just have to warn you guys that this story does have a fairly angsty plot. And it's gonna be long. A year. (well, duh) Anyway, I'm gonna keep interspersing the funny scenes too, and I do still want totally random suggestions, but I also want things that could fit into more serious/dramatic scenes. Thanks for all your reviews. Now do it again! ^_~
Things Needed:
An opening line
More random quotes
More objects
Activities
Places
Girls' names (first and last)