A/N: I've actually had this for a while.I think I forgot to post it.
Anyways, Happy Holidays to everyone! Hope everyone got nice little gifts!
I've posted a new story, Tidal Wave, on fanfiction.net and it's a bit like
this one - I've actually based a part of it off The O.C. It has some
characters from this story in it and it takes place in 1899 and in 2003.
Check it out! I promise I'll do shoutouts next chapter! Thanks to everyone
for reviewing!
Micheal Pulitzer was pacing in his office at Pulitzer Publishing. Why wasn't Nicholas calling him back? He needed to know if they were willing to accept the deal his grandfather made so that he could call up the lawyers and have them draw up a contract. He sat down at his mahogany desk and started his laptop. Maybe Nicholas emailed him instead.
"Hello Micheal." A sultry voice said, interrupting Micheal's thoughts. He looked up to see full, red lips he knew all too well. He followed those lips downward to see swaying hips walk towards his desk. His eyes wandered back to her face.
"Hello Alle." He was going to need a cold shower after this little "meeting."
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the hospital, working?" He asked.
"I'm on call right now. And can't I stop in and see my favorite executive?" She pouted and came to where Micheal was, perching herself on his lap.
"Alle, you shouldn't be here. You and I both know that." She kissed him and then started nibbling on his ear. Micheal took another deep breath and pushed her off of him.
"What's wrong?" She asked in a sulky manner.
"Alle, what would happen if Josh came in here?" He asked her, standing up and straightening his tie. "You two are going to be married in three months!"
"So? Whenever I'm with him, I can only think of you." She said, going towards him again.
"Alle, stop saying things like that!" Micheal yelled, putting his hands on her shoulders and shaking her.
"It's the truth, Micheal! I can't help who I love!" Alle retorted.
"Alle, you're living in a fantasy! What happened between us years ago is in the past. You were a naïve freshman and I was a drunken senior at a frat party! What happened between us then should never have happened! Stop dwelling on it!"
"Why can't we be together Micheal? I still love you and I know you love me too!"
"I loved you, Alle. I did. But it was a naïve sort of love, not the lasting kind!"
"I know differently Micheal. I'll break things off with Josh and we can be together again!"
"Are you crazy? Do you know what kinds of things would happen between Josh and I if you did that? Josh loves you, Alle! Take that and be happy! You'd marry into money and have a guy that's crazy about you! Why can't you see that?"
"I do see it. Damn it, Micheal! Josh just loves me because I'm pretty and we look great together in the tabloids! Not for me! He's never once listened to my ideas or my dreams for the future, not like you did!"
"That's something you're going to have to deal with, Alle! I can't be having this conversation right now. I'm waiting for an important phone call." He sat down at his desk in frustration.
She stared at him as she walked towards the door. "That's the problem with you Micheal! You love work and this god damn company so much that you'll never have time for anything else in your life!" She slammed the great mahogany doors behind her.
Micheal stared after her. Did Alle speak the truth? Of course not, he loved his father, Josh, Jaclyn and Grandfather. In fact, he was going to call Josh and Jaclyn right now to see if they wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow night.after he called Nicholas again.
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"Dodge, what exactly do you want done?" Detective Catcher Block asked Dodger McClure early the next morning at the police station.
"I want you to run a background check on Andrew Ripper. He showed up at Tibby's last night, claiming to be Jack Sullivan's half brother. He's staying at David's house right now." She said, standing up and pouring a cup of coffee.
"David Jacobs, huh? What's the deal with you and him? I can never keep up."
"We're kinda on again, at least he thinks so but I'm not sure what to think about us anymore."
"Well, if that changes, be sure to let me know." Catcher said, winking.
"Alright Catch." Dodger said, laughing. Who knows? He is pretty cute. She thought to herself.
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"Another girl, Spot? Another girl?" Irish yelled, fumbling to get on her sandal. "You have another girl!"
"C'mon Irish hon. She doesn't mean anything to me! I only started going out with her cause we were on a break." Spot protested, jumping up and zipping up his jeans.
"Oh, but then you failed to break things off with her when we started going back out again!" Irish said, storming out of Spot's bedroom and picking up her purse.
"Irish.." Spot started.
"Don't even start with me, you bastard! I never want to see you again!"
"But..but..Irish, I love you!"
"Don't give me that crap!" She muttered and slammed the door behind her. She fumbled around in her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
"Hey Shot! Listen, I'm at Spot's place and we just had a fight. Yes I know another fight. But this time its over for good, I promise. Can you come pick me up? Thanks! I'll start walking in the direction of your house. See ya in 5." She thought for a moment before dialing another number on her cell.
"Hey Catcher! It's Irish. Listen, what are you doing tonight?"
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"God damn it, Sapph." London Corbette, commonly known as Riley said, slamming her fists down on Sapphire's kitchen counter.
"What is it now, Riley?" Sapphire asked, sitting down next to Riley. Sapphire's boyfriend, Drew Martin, sat down on the opposite side of Riley.
"You know what it is, now that Jaclyn Pulitzer's in town, I'll never have a chance with Logan!" She put her face in her hands.
"Yes, yes you will. You're just going to have to try a little harder, that's all." Sapphire said, patting her friend on the back.
"No, it won't happen. Tell her, Drew." Riley said, a couple of tears trickling down her cheek.
"Sapph, you moved here after high school. You don't really understand the social levels here. See, at the very top you have the real hoity-toitys. The Pulitzers, the Lynchs, the Beaufonts, the Parkers and the Ritters are a part of that group. Then right below them, you have the wealthier families, but who aren't exactly on the same level as the Pulitzers. Some of those people would be us three. We still get invited to all of the big parties, but we know we aren't exactly on the same level." Sapphire nodded.
"Everyone knows that the Pulitzers and Ritters have been planning the wedding of Logan and Jaclyn since Jaclyn was born at the hospital." Riley interjected.
Drew nodded. "Logan and Jaclyn, they're the perfect match..at least in the tabloids."
"They have everything. They're filthy rich and look great in all of the pictures. And they went out all four years of high school. Hell, they even lost their virginity to each other!" Riley went on.
"How do you know that?" Sapph asked.
"Jaclyn told Stress in American Lit junior year and I overhead them talking." Riley whined.
"Riley, pull yourself together. He's only a stupid boy." Sapphire said, patting her friend's back again.
"No. He's the perfect boy." Riley sobbed.
"Whatever. But the fact is its still possible for you to go out with him. I mean, look at your sister. She's marrying a Pulitzer." Sapphire pointed out.
"You're right." Riley said, sitting up. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and thought for a moment. "I'm going to make Logan want me and hate that Jaclyn Pulitzer."
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"I am soooo bored." Raven said, taking a nail file from Stress's dresser and furiously attacking her fingernails.
"Here." Stress said, tossing Raven her Pink Princess phone. "Call up Blink and Logan and see if they want to do something."
"Alright." Raven said, dialing Blink's number. "Hey, its me. Listen, Stress and I are really bored. You wanna hang out or something? Oh, Logan's over there? Well ask him too. Hmm.alright. We'll see you soon. Bye."
"They want us to come over and play football with them, then go swimming." Stress glanced up.
"I'm game." She said. "Lemme just change."
"Do you have something I could wear?" Raven asked, stepping into Stress's closet. She glanced around at the rainbow of clothes. "I think I'll just borrow this." She said, grabbing the black bikini from its hanger.
"You know." Stress began, "You really should try to get some color into wardrobe. And by color, I do not mean the white and black clothing that you normally wear."
"What's wrong with what I wear? I happen to like the way I dress. Brings out my eyes." Raven said sarcastically as Stress just shook her head.
"But you just don't look like you're a Beaufont." Stress said as Raven stared at her reflection in the mirror.
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"Blink, is there something wrong with the way I dress?" Raven asked him as they gathered up some chips and dips to take outside. He looked at her in a strange way.
"Not at all. I rather like your sense of style. Its very glam slash punk. Besides, you look hot in what you wear, so what's the big deal?" Blink responded.
"Do I really look hot?" Raven asked. Blink looked at her.
"Rave, I think someone would have to be very blind or very gay if they didn't think you were hot." He turned away from her.
"Thanks, Blink." Raven said as they headed outside.
"Now," Logan said, rubbing his hands together. "Who wants to play some football?"
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"Professor Bryant was brilliant! He almost made history come alive." Books raved as the foursome departed from the classroom. Lucky nodded.
"He almost made me like history." Lucky said, getting laughs from the other three. The four stopped at the dividing point in the path. "Listen, we're going to get some coffee. Do you two want to come along?" Books and Gin looked at each other and then at the expression on Jack's face.
"We'll take a raincheck." Gin said. "We already had plans to go to the movies. And we have to get back to the apartment to see if Bess got the job as Micheal Pulitzer's secretary."
"She wanted a job with the Pulitzers?" Jack asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Jack. I know that's hard for you to fathom, but she did. We'll see you later. Bye!" The two walked off down one path as the other two went down the other.
"What's wrong with the Pulitzers?" Lucky asked as they headed towards Starbucks.
"Don't even get me started on what's wrong with the Pulitzers." Jack said, looking at her face.
"Have you ever talked to one of them? Do you know what they're like?" Lucky asked defensively.
"No. But I wouldn't even want to talk to one of them. They always act like they're above everyone." Jack began.
"Face reality Jack, you're talking to one of them." Lucky interrupted. Jack stopped walking and looked at her.
"What?"
"That's right. I'm a Pulitzer." Lucky said, seemingly annoyed. "Well.." She smiled. "Not really. They're like my second cousins, twice removed or something like that, so I still get invited to all of their parties and gatherings but I don't get a share of that inheritance."
"Oh, so you are a Pulitzer and you're not." Jack said, as Lucky nodded. "Well, I guess it's alright for me to be talking to you then."
Lucky laughed. "When I first moved here, old man Pulitzer invited me to his house on dinner, where he told me that it was not a good idea for me to fraternize with the Sullivans or any of the other people of that sort and I get the brief version of the feud between your family and mine."
"What did you tell him?" Jack asked.
"I told him I could be friends with anyone I damn well felt like it. Its not like I'm involved in this fight between the families, although I do think the whole fight thing is stupid. You guys should just get over it; it happened so many years ago." Lucky said, continuing to walk.
"Since I like you, I'm going to ignore that comment and drop this topic because, as my friends will tell you, I hate talking about this with people I like. What would you like?" Jack asked, as they walked into Starbucks.
"Fair enough. Just get me whatever you order. I'll save a seat in somewhere in the back."
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Micheal Pulitzer was pacing in his office at Pulitzer Publishing. Why wasn't Nicholas calling him back? He needed to know if they were willing to accept the deal his grandfather made so that he could call up the lawyers and have them draw up a contract. He sat down at his mahogany desk and started his laptop. Maybe Nicholas emailed him instead.
"Hello Micheal." A sultry voice said, interrupting Micheal's thoughts. He looked up to see full, red lips he knew all too well. He followed those lips downward to see swaying hips walk towards his desk. His eyes wandered back to her face.
"Hello Alle." He was going to need a cold shower after this little "meeting."
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the hospital, working?" He asked.
"I'm on call right now. And can't I stop in and see my favorite executive?" She pouted and came to where Micheal was, perching herself on his lap.
"Alle, you shouldn't be here. You and I both know that." She kissed him and then started nibbling on his ear. Micheal took another deep breath and pushed her off of him.
"What's wrong?" She asked in a sulky manner.
"Alle, what would happen if Josh came in here?" He asked her, standing up and straightening his tie. "You two are going to be married in three months!"
"So? Whenever I'm with him, I can only think of you." She said, going towards him again.
"Alle, stop saying things like that!" Micheal yelled, putting his hands on her shoulders and shaking her.
"It's the truth, Micheal! I can't help who I love!" Alle retorted.
"Alle, you're living in a fantasy! What happened between us years ago is in the past. You were a naïve freshman and I was a drunken senior at a frat party! What happened between us then should never have happened! Stop dwelling on it!"
"Why can't we be together Micheal? I still love you and I know you love me too!"
"I loved you, Alle. I did. But it was a naïve sort of love, not the lasting kind!"
"I know differently Micheal. I'll break things off with Josh and we can be together again!"
"Are you crazy? Do you know what kinds of things would happen between Josh and I if you did that? Josh loves you, Alle! Take that and be happy! You'd marry into money and have a guy that's crazy about you! Why can't you see that?"
"I do see it. Damn it, Micheal! Josh just loves me because I'm pretty and we look great together in the tabloids! Not for me! He's never once listened to my ideas or my dreams for the future, not like you did!"
"That's something you're going to have to deal with, Alle! I can't be having this conversation right now. I'm waiting for an important phone call." He sat down at his desk in frustration.
She stared at him as she walked towards the door. "That's the problem with you Micheal! You love work and this god damn company so much that you'll never have time for anything else in your life!" She slammed the great mahogany doors behind her.
Micheal stared after her. Did Alle speak the truth? Of course not, he loved his father, Josh, Jaclyn and Grandfather. In fact, he was going to call Josh and Jaclyn right now to see if they wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow night.after he called Nicholas again.
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"Dodge, what exactly do you want done?" Detective Catcher Block asked Dodger McClure early the next morning at the police station.
"I want you to run a background check on Andrew Ripper. He showed up at Tibby's last night, claiming to be Jack Sullivan's half brother. He's staying at David's house right now." She said, standing up and pouring a cup of coffee.
"David Jacobs, huh? What's the deal with you and him? I can never keep up."
"We're kinda on again, at least he thinks so but I'm not sure what to think about us anymore."
"Well, if that changes, be sure to let me know." Catcher said, winking.
"Alright Catch." Dodger said, laughing. Who knows? He is pretty cute. She thought to herself.
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"Another girl, Spot? Another girl?" Irish yelled, fumbling to get on her sandal. "You have another girl!"
"C'mon Irish hon. She doesn't mean anything to me! I only started going out with her cause we were on a break." Spot protested, jumping up and zipping up his jeans.
"Oh, but then you failed to break things off with her when we started going back out again!" Irish said, storming out of Spot's bedroom and picking up her purse.
"Irish.." Spot started.
"Don't even start with me, you bastard! I never want to see you again!"
"But..but..Irish, I love you!"
"Don't give me that crap!" She muttered and slammed the door behind her. She fumbled around in her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
"Hey Shot! Listen, I'm at Spot's place and we just had a fight. Yes I know another fight. But this time its over for good, I promise. Can you come pick me up? Thanks! I'll start walking in the direction of your house. See ya in 5." She thought for a moment before dialing another number on her cell.
"Hey Catcher! It's Irish. Listen, what are you doing tonight?"
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"God damn it, Sapph." London Corbette, commonly known as Riley said, slamming her fists down on Sapphire's kitchen counter.
"What is it now, Riley?" Sapphire asked, sitting down next to Riley. Sapphire's boyfriend, Drew Martin, sat down on the opposite side of Riley.
"You know what it is, now that Jaclyn Pulitzer's in town, I'll never have a chance with Logan!" She put her face in her hands.
"Yes, yes you will. You're just going to have to try a little harder, that's all." Sapphire said, patting her friend on the back.
"No, it won't happen. Tell her, Drew." Riley said, a couple of tears trickling down her cheek.
"Sapph, you moved here after high school. You don't really understand the social levels here. See, at the very top you have the real hoity-toitys. The Pulitzers, the Lynchs, the Beaufonts, the Parkers and the Ritters are a part of that group. Then right below them, you have the wealthier families, but who aren't exactly on the same level as the Pulitzers. Some of those people would be us three. We still get invited to all of the big parties, but we know we aren't exactly on the same level." Sapphire nodded.
"Everyone knows that the Pulitzers and Ritters have been planning the wedding of Logan and Jaclyn since Jaclyn was born at the hospital." Riley interjected.
Drew nodded. "Logan and Jaclyn, they're the perfect match..at least in the tabloids."
"They have everything. They're filthy rich and look great in all of the pictures. And they went out all four years of high school. Hell, they even lost their virginity to each other!" Riley went on.
"How do you know that?" Sapph asked.
"Jaclyn told Stress in American Lit junior year and I overhead them talking." Riley whined.
"Riley, pull yourself together. He's only a stupid boy." Sapphire said, patting her friend's back again.
"No. He's the perfect boy." Riley sobbed.
"Whatever. But the fact is its still possible for you to go out with him. I mean, look at your sister. She's marrying a Pulitzer." Sapphire pointed out.
"You're right." Riley said, sitting up. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and thought for a moment. "I'm going to make Logan want me and hate that Jaclyn Pulitzer."
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"I am soooo bored." Raven said, taking a nail file from Stress's dresser and furiously attacking her fingernails.
"Here." Stress said, tossing Raven her Pink Princess phone. "Call up Blink and Logan and see if they want to do something."
"Alright." Raven said, dialing Blink's number. "Hey, its me. Listen, Stress and I are really bored. You wanna hang out or something? Oh, Logan's over there? Well ask him too. Hmm.alright. We'll see you soon. Bye."
"They want us to come over and play football with them, then go swimming." Stress glanced up.
"I'm game." She said. "Lemme just change."
"Do you have something I could wear?" Raven asked, stepping into Stress's closet. She glanced around at the rainbow of clothes. "I think I'll just borrow this." She said, grabbing the black bikini from its hanger.
"You know." Stress began, "You really should try to get some color into wardrobe. And by color, I do not mean the white and black clothing that you normally wear."
"What's wrong with what I wear? I happen to like the way I dress. Brings out my eyes." Raven said sarcastically as Stress just shook her head.
"But you just don't look like you're a Beaufont." Stress said as Raven stared at her reflection in the mirror.
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"Blink, is there something wrong with the way I dress?" Raven asked him as they gathered up some chips and dips to take outside. He looked at her in a strange way.
"Not at all. I rather like your sense of style. Its very glam slash punk. Besides, you look hot in what you wear, so what's the big deal?" Blink responded.
"Do I really look hot?" Raven asked. Blink looked at her.
"Rave, I think someone would have to be very blind or very gay if they didn't think you were hot." He turned away from her.
"Thanks, Blink." Raven said as they headed outside.
"Now," Logan said, rubbing his hands together. "Who wants to play some football?"
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"Professor Bryant was brilliant! He almost made history come alive." Books raved as the foursome departed from the classroom. Lucky nodded.
"He almost made me like history." Lucky said, getting laughs from the other three. The four stopped at the dividing point in the path. "Listen, we're going to get some coffee. Do you two want to come along?" Books and Gin looked at each other and then at the expression on Jack's face.
"We'll take a raincheck." Gin said. "We already had plans to go to the movies. And we have to get back to the apartment to see if Bess got the job as Micheal Pulitzer's secretary."
"She wanted a job with the Pulitzers?" Jack asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Jack. I know that's hard for you to fathom, but she did. We'll see you later. Bye!" The two walked off down one path as the other two went down the other.
"What's wrong with the Pulitzers?" Lucky asked as they headed towards Starbucks.
"Don't even get me started on what's wrong with the Pulitzers." Jack said, looking at her face.
"Have you ever talked to one of them? Do you know what they're like?" Lucky asked defensively.
"No. But I wouldn't even want to talk to one of them. They always act like they're above everyone." Jack began.
"Face reality Jack, you're talking to one of them." Lucky interrupted. Jack stopped walking and looked at her.
"What?"
"That's right. I'm a Pulitzer." Lucky said, seemingly annoyed. "Well.." She smiled. "Not really. They're like my second cousins, twice removed or something like that, so I still get invited to all of their parties and gatherings but I don't get a share of that inheritance."
"Oh, so you are a Pulitzer and you're not." Jack said, as Lucky nodded. "Well, I guess it's alright for me to be talking to you then."
Lucky laughed. "When I first moved here, old man Pulitzer invited me to his house on dinner, where he told me that it was not a good idea for me to fraternize with the Sullivans or any of the other people of that sort and I get the brief version of the feud between your family and mine."
"What did you tell him?" Jack asked.
"I told him I could be friends with anyone I damn well felt like it. Its not like I'm involved in this fight between the families, although I do think the whole fight thing is stupid. You guys should just get over it; it happened so many years ago." Lucky said, continuing to walk.
"Since I like you, I'm going to ignore that comment and drop this topic because, as my friends will tell you, I hate talking about this with people I like. What would you like?" Jack asked, as they walked into Starbucks.
"Fair enough. Just get me whatever you order. I'll save a seat in somewhere in the back."
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