A/N: I'm back! YAY! England and Ireland was a blast! There were so many hot guys, and there was one hotel manager who looked like Nick Valensi from the Strokes! another YAY! but it's good to be home. because i actually had to pay to read fanfiction in a cybercafe. geez. and now i read it 24/7, just like before! anyway so thanks for all the really really really great reviews. and if you review, say shshshakin if you like rooney, woot woot if you like team fresh, huzzah if you like johnny depp, and a big YEAH if you like bands like the strokes, the hives, phantom planet, the vines, the list goes on.
Disclaimer: i only claim the idea for this story.
Previously in It's a Wonderful Life:
Clarence showed up after Kenny left. "Remember when I answered 'yes and no' to the question you had about Tina and Lilly still being in school?"
All of a sudden it hit me, like a Mack truck. Tina, yes. Lilly, no. Whoa.
Again the world around us started fading, then coming back into focus. I laughed, nervously I might add, and asked Clarence, "Is this really necessary? The whole fading thing? And, you know, we could just forget I ever wished I was never born. I see now that that was really stupid of me. I mean, everyone's just kind of sad. Well, maybe more than just kind of, but you know what I mean. Um, so can we just forget this whole stupid thing, and let me go back to my life?"
I don't know what I was expecting. I know I was hoping Clarence would smile and say, "Okay Mia, I mean, I can see you've learned your lesson, so all is forgiven. Have a nice life." Or something like that.
But I never, ever, expected Clarence to just look at me, then raise one hand and point to a sign that said: Nassau County Correctional Center.
Lilly was in a Correctional Center.
My best friend in the entire world was in a Correctional Center.
You know what that means, right?
Lilly was incorrect!
I knew, then, that this was bad. This was very very very bad. I felt a desperate need to run away from this place, but there was a teeny little problem: Clarence was walking towards it. I stood absolutlely still. No freakin' way I was going in there. No freakin' way. I might be scarred for life (ha! I dont' have a life) if I saw what happened to Lilly. Clarence turned around said, "Come on then. You have an appointment to see her." Crap.
So, I took a deep breath, and started to follow him. Before we reached the doors, he turned to me and said, "Before I disappear, you are Nina Acropolis and you are here to see the Vitz." And then he disappeared.
Nina Acropolis? The Vitz? If this wasn't so serious, I would probably be laughing, maybe even in hysterics. But it was for real, so I took another deep breath, and entered the building. Almost immediately a short, fat, guy with lots of rings on his fingers asked, "Name?" in a heavy Italian accent. I was still kind of dazed, but I managed to stutter out, "N-Nina Acropolis? I'm here to see the, uh, Vitz?" He checked a clipboard he had on him and motioned for me to follow him. After a couple of hallways, we reached this big room where there were a bunch of tables. He told me to sit down at one while he went to find the Vitz.
I really needed to sit. And to be alone for awhile. Let this all soak in. Except I didn't even have a minute to myself when this girl with crazy hair sat down with me at the table. I noticed she had a tattoo on her arm. It was a heart, but instead of it saying "Mom" inside, like the cheesy ones you expect bikers to have, it said "Djugasvili". It sounded familiar, yet extremely odd. And then i looked at her other arm that had "Lenin" tattooed down the forearm.
I couldn't help it. I shrieked kind of loudly and said, "Lilly? Is that really you?" Lilly turned really pale. Then she turned really red.
"Don't you ever, EVER call me Lilly. No one calls me that. Not even my own parents call me that. How the hell did you know my name was Lilly? Who the hell are you, anyway?" I replied with, "What about Michael? What does he call you? Does he come to visit you?"
If possible, Lilly turned even redder. "How do you know about Michael?" Except this time, she whispered. Stupid me, I kept going, "I know a lot about Michael. He likes Star Trek, he's amazingly smart, he's been accepted into Columbia, early decision, he helps me with algebra, he's really nice to everyone, except for Josh and Lana and the whole A-crowd." I was starting to forget where I was, that I didn't exist. "He hangs with us on Friday nights, I mean he doesn't have to, he's really nice and everything. He doesn't mind if I ask him weird questions like who he would spend post-nuclear Armaggedon with, and --" Lilly interrupted. "Shut. Up," she said. "I don't know who you think you are, but I sure know what you are. You're crazy. Crazy insane in the membrane, that's you. You are loco en la cabeza. I don't hang on Friday nights, especially with you, I don't freakin' know you. I don't know how you knew so much about Michael, but geez can you at least be a little sensitive if you know that much about him? Michael's the only one who ever cared for me you know."
There was a bit of a silence, then I asked, "But what about your parents? They care about you Lilly. I care about you."
Lilly gave this little hollow laugh and said, "Yeah, okay, sure. Not my parents, though. If they cared so much, they would at least try and spend some more time at home. Then maybe I wouldn't have ended up here. Now there's no one left."
All of a sudden the scene froze. Except for me, and there was one other person. "Clarence? What happened to Lilly?" I asked him.
Clarence launched into an explanation. "Lilly was always a little... different from all the other kids at school. I'm sure you know that." I nodded. "Well, because you weren't there, she felt lonely and insecure. She didn't have anyone else to be friends with, nobody wanted to be friends with the girl who was different and smart. So one day, when she was in sixth grade, she learned about communism, and Karl Marx and Lenin and Stalin and such. Well, she kind of became a - well, to put it lightly, a power freak. She started protests against democracy and then one day she went too far by challenging the president to a duel. And she was right about her parents. They didn't care as much as they should have. They were too fixated on their patients to notice the trouble that their daughter and son were going through."
As the world started fading and coming back into focus, I could make out a broken down house in the suburbs. Glumly, Clarence said, "Welcome to the Moscovitz residence." My mouth fell open. "They live here? What happened to the apartment?" Clarence answered, "Well, because their own family was falling apart, people stopped coming to them for psychiatric help. They figured they would rather have reliable psychiatrists, and pretty soon the Drs. Moscovitz were out of clients."
Something wasn't right. "How come I affect the Moscovitz's so much? My parents seemed happy! Without me!" Clarence held up a hand. "Seemed being the key word there, Mia. Your father doesn't encourage your Mom's painting as much as you did. So she feels no need to paint. She just bags groceries at the general store. And your father doesn't do much. He does odd jobs enough so that they can pay the rent. Window washing, telemarketing, you name it. In truth Mia, they're not happy at all."
I felt a lump in my throat. A big huge glob of guilt. But there was still something not quite right. Quietly, I said, "I want to see Michael."
Clarence just gave me a look, his eyes telling me to ask anything else but that. "Are you sure?"
I swallowed, but the big huge glob of guilt stayed there. "I'm sure."
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A/N: reprezzent Nassau County! yeah its on Long Island, if you needed that for some reason.
The chapter you've all been waiting for, I know, it's coming up. But first, I need those reviews. with the shshshakin's, woot woot's, huzzah's, and YEAH's.
because you know you want to. because you know you're dying to find out what's going to happen to Mia. celine dion voice because you love me.end voice you really really love me.
Disclaimer: i only claim the idea for this story.
Previously in It's a Wonderful Life:
Clarence showed up after Kenny left. "Remember when I answered 'yes and no' to the question you had about Tina and Lilly still being in school?"
All of a sudden it hit me, like a Mack truck. Tina, yes. Lilly, no. Whoa.
Again the world around us started fading, then coming back into focus. I laughed, nervously I might add, and asked Clarence, "Is this really necessary? The whole fading thing? And, you know, we could just forget I ever wished I was never born. I see now that that was really stupid of me. I mean, everyone's just kind of sad. Well, maybe more than just kind of, but you know what I mean. Um, so can we just forget this whole stupid thing, and let me go back to my life?"
I don't know what I was expecting. I know I was hoping Clarence would smile and say, "Okay Mia, I mean, I can see you've learned your lesson, so all is forgiven. Have a nice life." Or something like that.
But I never, ever, expected Clarence to just look at me, then raise one hand and point to a sign that said: Nassau County Correctional Center.
Lilly was in a Correctional Center.
My best friend in the entire world was in a Correctional Center.
You know what that means, right?
Lilly was incorrect!
I knew, then, that this was bad. This was very very very bad. I felt a desperate need to run away from this place, but there was a teeny little problem: Clarence was walking towards it. I stood absolutlely still. No freakin' way I was going in there. No freakin' way. I might be scarred for life (ha! I dont' have a life) if I saw what happened to Lilly. Clarence turned around said, "Come on then. You have an appointment to see her." Crap.
So, I took a deep breath, and started to follow him. Before we reached the doors, he turned to me and said, "Before I disappear, you are Nina Acropolis and you are here to see the Vitz." And then he disappeared.
Nina Acropolis? The Vitz? If this wasn't so serious, I would probably be laughing, maybe even in hysterics. But it was for real, so I took another deep breath, and entered the building. Almost immediately a short, fat, guy with lots of rings on his fingers asked, "Name?" in a heavy Italian accent. I was still kind of dazed, but I managed to stutter out, "N-Nina Acropolis? I'm here to see the, uh, Vitz?" He checked a clipboard he had on him and motioned for me to follow him. After a couple of hallways, we reached this big room where there were a bunch of tables. He told me to sit down at one while he went to find the Vitz.
I really needed to sit. And to be alone for awhile. Let this all soak in. Except I didn't even have a minute to myself when this girl with crazy hair sat down with me at the table. I noticed she had a tattoo on her arm. It was a heart, but instead of it saying "Mom" inside, like the cheesy ones you expect bikers to have, it said "Djugasvili". It sounded familiar, yet extremely odd. And then i looked at her other arm that had "Lenin" tattooed down the forearm.
I couldn't help it. I shrieked kind of loudly and said, "Lilly? Is that really you?" Lilly turned really pale. Then she turned really red.
"Don't you ever, EVER call me Lilly. No one calls me that. Not even my own parents call me that. How the hell did you know my name was Lilly? Who the hell are you, anyway?" I replied with, "What about Michael? What does he call you? Does he come to visit you?"
If possible, Lilly turned even redder. "How do you know about Michael?" Except this time, she whispered. Stupid me, I kept going, "I know a lot about Michael. He likes Star Trek, he's amazingly smart, he's been accepted into Columbia, early decision, he helps me with algebra, he's really nice to everyone, except for Josh and Lana and the whole A-crowd." I was starting to forget where I was, that I didn't exist. "He hangs with us on Friday nights, I mean he doesn't have to, he's really nice and everything. He doesn't mind if I ask him weird questions like who he would spend post-nuclear Armaggedon with, and --" Lilly interrupted. "Shut. Up," she said. "I don't know who you think you are, but I sure know what you are. You're crazy. Crazy insane in the membrane, that's you. You are loco en la cabeza. I don't hang on Friday nights, especially with you, I don't freakin' know you. I don't know how you knew so much about Michael, but geez can you at least be a little sensitive if you know that much about him? Michael's the only one who ever cared for me you know."
There was a bit of a silence, then I asked, "But what about your parents? They care about you Lilly. I care about you."
Lilly gave this little hollow laugh and said, "Yeah, okay, sure. Not my parents, though. If they cared so much, they would at least try and spend some more time at home. Then maybe I wouldn't have ended up here. Now there's no one left."
All of a sudden the scene froze. Except for me, and there was one other person. "Clarence? What happened to Lilly?" I asked him.
Clarence launched into an explanation. "Lilly was always a little... different from all the other kids at school. I'm sure you know that." I nodded. "Well, because you weren't there, she felt lonely and insecure. She didn't have anyone else to be friends with, nobody wanted to be friends with the girl who was different and smart. So one day, when she was in sixth grade, she learned about communism, and Karl Marx and Lenin and Stalin and such. Well, she kind of became a - well, to put it lightly, a power freak. She started protests against democracy and then one day she went too far by challenging the president to a duel. And she was right about her parents. They didn't care as much as they should have. They were too fixated on their patients to notice the trouble that their daughter and son were going through."
As the world started fading and coming back into focus, I could make out a broken down house in the suburbs. Glumly, Clarence said, "Welcome to the Moscovitz residence." My mouth fell open. "They live here? What happened to the apartment?" Clarence answered, "Well, because their own family was falling apart, people stopped coming to them for psychiatric help. They figured they would rather have reliable psychiatrists, and pretty soon the Drs. Moscovitz were out of clients."
Something wasn't right. "How come I affect the Moscovitz's so much? My parents seemed happy! Without me!" Clarence held up a hand. "Seemed being the key word there, Mia. Your father doesn't encourage your Mom's painting as much as you did. So she feels no need to paint. She just bags groceries at the general store. And your father doesn't do much. He does odd jobs enough so that they can pay the rent. Window washing, telemarketing, you name it. In truth Mia, they're not happy at all."
I felt a lump in my throat. A big huge glob of guilt. But there was still something not quite right. Quietly, I said, "I want to see Michael."
Clarence just gave me a look, his eyes telling me to ask anything else but that. "Are you sure?"
I swallowed, but the big huge glob of guilt stayed there. "I'm sure."
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A/N: reprezzent Nassau County! yeah its on Long Island, if you needed that for some reason.
The chapter you've all been waiting for, I know, it's coming up. But first, I need those reviews. with the shshshakin's, woot woot's, huzzah's, and YEAH's.
because you know you want to. because you know you're dying to find out what's going to happen to Mia. celine dion voice because you love me.end voice you really really love me.