PART TWO
Notes: Still no title/summary.... Doesn't anyone have any suggestions? (and I don't mean that it needs a different title lol)
All standard disclaimers still apply... characters and places that you're familiar with aren't mine.
This has not been beta'd... but I did read through it and spell check it. I apologise for any errors - they belong to me.
Anyway... on part two... Hope you enjoy it.
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Within an extremely short amount of time, Zenon was impatiently waiting in front of the Wades' quarters for the door to slide over in answer to her buzzing. It quickly did, to reveal her best friend Nebula, the perfect dark-skinned foil to all of Zenon's plots over the years. The other girl was dressed in one of the short skirted, shiny dresses so prevalent on the station among the teenage girls and, as soon as she saw Zenon's extremely casual clothes of dark blue workout leggings and a fitted yellow top with squiggles in a matching dark blue and green, she pulled her friend into the main living room.
"Z!" Nebula gasped, walking around her best friend to look at her from all angles. "We're supposed to go to Margie's party! It's only the most stellar major one on the spay stay this year," she reminded her underdressed friend.
"Sweat minor, Neb; we'll go to my place, I'll turbo-change, and we'll arrive fashionably late," Zenon dismissed, grabbing her stuttering friend and pulling her to sit down on the blue sofa. "Margie's party is the least of our big possibilities!"
"Oh, no," Nebula shook her head as she tried to pull away from Zenon's grasp. "We've been there, best friend, remember? We've done the save the spay stay, find Protozoa, meet aliens, rescue shorties who get lost and into dangerous areas. You promised me that Margie's b-day would be adventure free. You promised Margie it'd be adventure free," she said, stressing the name of Zenon's ex-nemesis who was now a close friend. "She'll be pancaked if you break it, Z. She'll go nova!"
"Neb, I won't ruin Margie's stellar party!" Zenon protested with a small chuckle that grew into a full-blown laugh when Nebula's response was a speaking look in her direction. "Promise major! There's absolutely no need to go into meltdown mode major, B.F. I'm talking about an adventure that takes planning, that takes friendship, that takes shopping," she paused and drew out the silence as Nebula continued to watch her suspiciously, "that takes parental unit involvement and approval."
It took a few moments for Zenon's last requirement to be understood by Nebula, who could only gape at her best friend. "Parental unit involvement and approval? Z, you haven't been spending time in Lab 420A, have you?"
"No, Neb, no drugs," she answered, knowing as almost every teenager did that Lab 420A was actually a closed off alcove closet that was used as a kind of narcotics lab for the few people on the station who wanted to use drugs.
"Your plans never involve parental units," the dark girl said doubtfully, sitting back and waiting for her friend to explain it.
"This one does. You ready to go into meltdown mode major, Neb?" When Nebula warily nodded, Zenon launched into her tale, beginning with her viral mood earlier, including details about her conversation with Protozoa, talking to her parents and, finally, the flight to Nebula's doorstep which had left her breathless. The entire story was melted down to less than ten minutes because of Zenon's fast talking and Nebula's longtime friendship-given ability to understand Zenon even under the worst circumstances.
As expected, when Zenon was finished and had had a few seconds to catch her breath, both of the girls clasped hands and shrieked in excitement, bouncing up and down on the cushions of the sofa in complete disregard of Wade family rules.
"Z! I don't believe it!" Nebula exclaimed as she fell into a seated position, her legs giving way beneath her.
"I know! Stellar or what?" Zenon asked as her friend's weight pulled her down until she was sprawled bonelessly beside her.
"Protozoa invited you to Earth, Z, to stay with him at Microbe Manor! He said you could be in the vid-chips, Z!"
"I know! It's macro!" Another round of squealing was started before Zenon calmed and raised a hand to quiet Nebula. "But what's with all this 'invited me' stuff, Neb? It's be gaseous to go down to Earth without my B.F. You wouldn't condemn me to spend all my time with an adorable major rock star, surrounded by gigundous rich and famous folks without you, would you? That whole idea shivers me out!" A slight grin graced Zenon's features at the thought of being down on Earth again - the idea not at all as hideous major as it had been the first time she'd been forced to.
"Z, you're my B.F. I trust you with my life - and that's saying something! But you know my parental units as well as they know you. Jeopardy gigundous. You and me on Earth with adult interference minor? Talk about danger-mortis! They'd never go for it."
Zenon stood up and pulled Nebula to her feet in one fluid motion. "Ice, Neb. We'll go to the spay-stay party of the year, dance with adorable major boys, have a great time in spite of Princess Margie lording over us, and then we'll figure this out."
"But, Z..." Nebula was cut off as her B.F. began dragging her from her quarters, barely having enough time to snatch up the present wrapped in bright pink paper and tied in an iridescent pink bow.
"Ice, Neb. This can be a glory moment major!" At Nebula's disbelieving look, Zenon shrugged. "You never get tired of it, Neb. And this one will have danger minor. Don't you want to go?"
"Well..."
"You don't have to always be such a Galaxy Scout, Neb."
"Yes, I want to go!" The outburst attracted the attention of people they were passing in the halls, adults that looked towards the two young women, one dressed up and carrying a wrapped package and being towed along the hall by one who was casually dressed. Nebula looked around and could feel her cheeks heating with a blush, luckily one that bystanders couldn't see. "Z!"
"Ice, Neb. Look, we'll talk while I change, hit the party so Margie won't be pancaked, and then you spend the night here. No talking about this at the party, okay, Neb?"
"What, why? You're clear minor here, Z."
Zenon dragged Nebula through the Kar quarters and into her brightly decorated bedroom, where she immediately began stripping off her clothes on the way to her closet. "Do we want Margie with us on Earth? Being oh-so-sweet inky major?"
"She hasn't been that bad for a while," Nebula felt that she had to point out in their friends' defense.
"I know - but she can revert, Neb. We just have some decisions to make," Zenon pointed out as she pulled on a dark green dress that had patterns of a lighter iridescent green on it. She immediately grabbed the pair of light green boots that matched and made her way to the mirror to arrange her hair in a party-suitable fashion and do her makeup.
Nebula sighed as she absently picked up some of the debris that Zenon had left cluttered on the bed. "I get it, Z. I just... I don't want to lie to her."
"Who said anything about lying?" Zenon moved over to the bed and sat down on it, waiting until Nebula joined her. "Neb, I just think we have some thinking major to do before we have to deal with Little Miss Margie making demands and trying to pressure us. She'd go nuclear! If we present her with facts, we can contain the blast."
Nebula cocked a brow towards her B.F. "Impressive major," she approved, looking critically at the blonde's features. "Do you always plan things out?"
"Neb!" Zenon laughed and playfully smacked her on the shoulder.
Nebula laughed and rocked back before standing up. "Party, sleepover, plans. Don't mention Proto Zoa. I can do this."
"Of course you can!" Zenon got up herself and retrieved a box slightly smaller than Nebula's that was wrapped in patterned blue paper. They were soon on their way through the Kar quarters and out into the hallways of the spay stay.
"Are you sure that you can convince my parental units this is a good idea?" Nebula asked as they came towards the cafeteria that had been earmarked for use of parties.
"Mondo sure," Zenon assured her. "Let's go party!"
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TBC?
Reviews are welcome.