Author's Note: Originally, this just started out as a pairing for Kismet but as you can see it has a life of its own. It's very different from any of the other fanfictions I've written. For now, it will remain a three part piece of Kismet. I've put all three parts together. The first two are edited.
Author's Note II: The website is fake and was inspired heavily from the Gossip Girl series. That idea does not belong to me.
Author's Note III: I'm toying with the timeline here. Assume that Chuckie, Angelica and Susie are only a year older than Tommy, Kimi, Phil and Lil.
Summary: The Rugrats gang and the people of Spring Heights High live their lives in a fishbowl as a mysterious writer only known as Miss Information tracks their lives on a website viewed by the entire school…and then some.
Kismet
Confidential I, II and III
Confidential I: I've Got a Secret!
"How is prom fated? Don't you watch movies?" –Mary Taggert
From Spring Heights High School Secrets website: start at the beginning. 432 Maxwell was THE place to be after the junior-senior prom. If you weren't there consider yourself unlucky and one of the few people on earth who was sitting at home feeling sorry for themselves. Even a certain shaggy dirty blonde scientist was there so that's saying something.
Now, if you were too drunk to remember what happened last night, I wasn't and of course, I see EVERYTHING . . . so let's do a recap.
Local punk rock group that we all know and love's lead singer and drummer PDAing in the attic. Mixing business and pleasure is bad business, honey. Haven't you ever watched E! True Hollywood Story?
I spotted a certain shaggy dirty blonde scientist guzzling down beer as though his life depended on it. What a way to fit in and prep for college all at the same time! Too bad he couldn't hold his liquor; big brother came and picked him up just as the party was getting good…
I suppose, in hindsight, that it was a horrible idea to have the after prom party in my house.
Maybe the horrible part was letting so many people in . . . drunk.
It was your typical after prom party complete with every high school cliché and then some.
However, when Angie and Tommy Pickles stepped out of my house with Lil Deville wrapped around him semi-sober at seven in the morning, Tommy paused long enough to yell "great party" over his shoulder so that everyone within the 3-mile radius heard him. It didn't register until Roberta rushed over to me as Natalie and I watched their VERY expensive stretch pull away from my house.
"You have no idea what just happened, do you?"
My twin widened her eyes. "God, I can't believe we're twins."
This time Natalie spoke. "We are going to be famous."
Of course, it finally hit me. Tommy and Angie Pickles are like gods in our school. They represent the royalty of high school clichés...so to speak.
Natalie and Roberta walked into the house completing each others sentences predicting our fates come Monday morning while I was left surveying the damage. Exhaustion finally getting the best of me, I walked back into my house to kick out the stragglers. By nine, the last person was gone and so has our second cup of coffee. Somehow, we managed to get the den clean enough to crash in.
"Guys, please. Tommy Pickles is not that serious. We will go to school Monday and everything will be the same."
They merely looked at me
Someone's cheap imitation D&G torn in places a dress should never tear. Lucky for that wannabe Lindsay Lohan with the horrible roots, I don't name names. Everyone wants to fit in at all cost. Some of us are just too lucky to have it so good.
Speaking of those who have it good, let's get to the stuff everyone wants to hear . . .
It seems that a certain beloved it boy came in sad faced and heartbroken because of his MIA girlfriend. Two hours and couple of drinks later, however, he was seen heavily PDAing on the back porch and leaving the party with someone OTHER than his girlfriend of two years.
Hmm . . . lucky girl.
"I cannot believe this."
"What?"
"I am not mentioned in this article."
"What!"
"Even Freeman that guy who constantly blows his nose in our Chemistry lab gets a blurb in Secrets."
Fully attentive now, Lil picked herself off the floor and practically leaped for Kimi's computer. She scanned the article and stepped back. "Damn."
"Before we address your problem, let's talk about mine."
"Kim, there's a page two."
"Oh."
Lil scanned the page again. "I need to get out of here."
Graduating it girl gets caught sneaking (stumbling?) out of the master bedroom fixing her au natural blonde hair and reapplying makeup at the hall mirror. Hmm, she HAS been sneaking around lately, hasn't she? On the arms of our" it boy", she bid them farewell and got into her own car in the OPPOSITE direction of their houses in the exclusive section of our small town.
"I don't care."
"What?"
Angelica peeked out from underneath the blankets. "I don't care."
"Hmm . . . "
"Are you ready to tell?"
He reread the two page blurbs on the website. "I don't understand why you read this."
"I have to know what's being said about me and my cousin . . . and the rest of you."
"It doesn't look like she knows it's me."
"It doesn't matter."
He shifted slightly. "Except I don't want to tell now."
Now, remember the drummer of the punk rock band, it seems as though HE has his eye on the graduating it girl too. Remember the lyrics to his song Faded . . . c'mon you know the words, the whole house vibrated with our drunken voices slurring the words all off beat. I wish he had eyes for me.
Phil beat a few times on the drum until his twin grabbed the sticks from his hands. "So you and Tommy, huh?"
"I don't know. He won't speak to me."
"What?"
"Well, he won't answer his phone and his mom said he wasn't there."
"Well, he DID have a lot to drink last night so it's possible he is still asleep and he's staying at his dad's this weekend."
Appeased, she handed Phil back his drum sticks. "Makes sense."
However, Phil put the sticks away. "Isn't he still dating? ..."
"Don't."
"Boy, are you in trouble."
"She doesn't read the website."
Phil laughed. "Everyone says they don't read the website but look at how many hits it gets. It's like a guilty pleasure."
Lil chuckled. "Does that mean you read it too?"
Congratulations on the OTHER set of twins for throwing a rather impressive junior-senior after prom party. I bet it was worth your while when our "it boy" practically shouted its greatness armed with two it girls. I hope so 'cause mommy and daddy will not be too thrilled with the damages we left there.
"One word. Famous. Natalie."
"Wait. My dress was not an imitation D&G." We looked at her. "Fine . . . but was it that obvious?"
I shrugged. "Don't ask me."
Roberta just patted her arm. Turning her attention back to the website, she grinned. "I can't wait until Monday!"
I smirked. I had to admit Monday was looking more and more like a drama played out on TV so I had to agree with Roberta. "Neither can I."
Confidential II: Peeling off the Top Layers
It's like a guilty pleasure isn't it? After all, our "it boy" and the graduating it girl and their friends are human. But let's be honest, life is much more interesting with these people around. They spice up our little dull town of Spring Heights and make school worth attending. Besides, they take our mind of the crap that's going in our lives...with that said…
...graduating it girl cutting 4th period math with Mr. Peters. If I had that class I'd cut too but I don't think she was cutting for boredom reasons. As you attempt to figure out who she's secretly traipsing around with, I have my hunches.
Meanwhile, as she walked stealthily pass the music room, I don't think she noticed the drummer of the punk rock band we all know and love strumming Faded on his guitar...
"Why are we hiding again?" Angelica asked as she approached the car.
"It was your idea."
"Well, now it's my idea to tell people!"
He watched her expressions change and he knew her long enough to gauge the expressions on her face. He busied himself with the car. She placed one hand on her hips and narrowed her eyes. "Aren't you listening to me?"
Arguing was pointless, he knew this. Years of experience was telling him to just give her what she wanted but he knew in his heart that everyone wasn't ready to hear their news. "I'm listening to you."
"So tell me what your reason is? Why can't we tell anyone?"
He also knew her long enough to know how to calm her down...somewhat. Her crystalline blue eyes were sharp but pleading. He put his arms around her and kissed her cool forehead. "We will tell everyone. Just not yet...trust me."
For the moment, she was calmed. Angelica buried her head into his chest and inhaled his cologne. "Fine."
...our "it boy" and his lovely graduating girlfriend reunited and sipping Smoothies on the hood of his oh-so-fabulous car. I guess she doesn't know about the girl wrapped around him on prom night...
"I missed you."
"I bet."
"How was the wedding?"
"It was very...Alicia."
Tommy chuckled and tossed his arms around her. "Well, you didn't miss much here."
"Oh yes, time seems to stop here at Spring Heights."
He laughed. "It was prom night. People got drunk. We went to the after prom party. It wasn't the same without you, Susanna."
Susie grinned. "You're just mad because you missed out on the great after prom sex."
...punk rockette lead singer, her best friend and our "it boy's" other woman moping around campus...
"You made out with Phil."
Melinda Sawyer frowned at Kimi's reflection in the bathroom mirror. "It was a one time thing. Besides, Phil is still moping for Angelica." She smirked. "Speaking of making out, Lil..."
Lil yanked on Melinda's straight midnight black hair...the same color as Tommy's...she shook that thought out of her head. "It was prom. We were drunk. It happens."
Kimi rolled her eyes. "The both of you are hopeless. It's obvious you like them."
Melinda and Lil sighed and fixed her their eyes on Kimi through the mirror. She was right.
...the whole in crowd at Ginger's watching our favorite punk rock band…singing along to Faded…
"...faded...like your scent in the breeze...I see you even when I dream...but you're so faded...my thoughts haunt me...blonde blue eyed pretty thing...faded..."
Chuckie watched Phil open his eyes as Melinda came back to the front of the stage. She introduced Phil to the crowd. He smiled into the crowd though his eyes were seemingly searching for the girl who wasn't there, the girl who was waiting for him by his car. Nope, we definitely can't say anything to anyone yet. Blonde blue eyed pretty thing...we can't tell a soul yet.
...the OTHER twins and their adopted triplet groaning about the lack of talk surrounding them despite our "it boy's" approval. Well, he never said you guys were great and besides, it takes a lot more than simple words to make it into the in crowd, honeys. If that was all a girl needed to make nice with us fabulous people then everyone would be in the in crowd for our "it boy" is nice to everyone.
Natalie and Roberta closed the website and walked away from the computer in a huff. I reread the latest Secrets entry and smirked. Monday was interesting indeed.
Confidential III: Exposed!
It's been so long. I'm sorry dearest but in the rush to find the perfect Carolyn Herrera dress for graduation, I got lost in the excitement of traveling to the city for the perfect graduation dress and the insane gossip surrounding our own fabulous it people. Seniors as you prepare for that big day, remember less is more, we do have to put on those ridiculous cap and gowns.
…our "it-girl" out and about New York City's famed Fifth Avenue for the morning armed with Mommy and Daddy's plastic. Nothing is too good for her, not even the impossibly chic Chanel bikini. Her best friend and our "it-boy's" girlfriend didn't do too bad herself. Known for being extremely humble, she was armed with Daddy's Platinum as they paraded through Barney's in search of the perfect graduation dress.
Meanwhile, back in Spring Heights, the drummer of that punk rock band we love is on the hunt to find the object of his affections secret paramour. I can't possibly be the only one who knows…sorry to the lead singer, I told you business and pleasure do not mix. Please don't destroy the band. We adore that song "Faded" and from what I hear the newest song "Knocked Down" is about to be my new favorite!
…finally, our "it boy" and the girl on his arm on prom night talking in hushed tones in an empty hallway during fifth period. I can only imagine what they were talking about but I'll let you know soon…I like to have facts.
"I'm sorry."
To say that she didn't see this coming was an understatement. Sure, her friends had warned her about this very event but she assumed that they were delusional. However, as Tommy apologized to her in hushed whispers, she realized that she was the one who was living in her own fantasies. She also didn't expect for it to hurt so much or for her eyes to be blurred by tears. It wasn't like he made promises to her…
"If I gave you any ideas or if I led you on…"
Sadly, he hadn't. He drunkenly talked about his missing girlfriend the entire night. The most he did was hug on the girl he called his best friend the entire night. She felt great because she had been the envy of the entire party that night all the while knowing that the entire school would be buzzing with assumptions. At most, she let her hands wander and explore the body of the boy she had a crush on since puberty as his arm draped tightly around her shoulders.
"You didn't. We were drunk…and you talked about Susie the entire night."
He chuckled at her attempt to lighten the mood. "Being drunk is not an excuse."
"Tommy, please. Stop playing the martyr. The most you did was keep your arm around me the entire night. You've done more to me when we play in the pool." He didn't look convinced so she hugged him. "I didn't even get a hug that night."
"Are you sure?"
"We're cool."
"Lil, you're the greatest."
"I try."
…our charming "it-boy" fixing the problems created during prom night in an empty hallway. Did we really think he was going to break up with his long time girlfriend? Not really but we overreacted. It was in large part due to jealously and the insane amount of liquor we consumed that night. We have never seen him touch any girl since he began dating his current girlfriend. Besides, did you notice how especially yummy he was looking that night? If it's any consolation, some one should tell her she might be our next "it girl" when the senior class graduates. Don't worry honey. Many have tried and failed as well.
"I figured out why you don't want to tell anyone."
Chuckie looked up. She was in this mood. Beautiful but deadly and he wasn't sure what her emotions were directed at. Of course, she had his undivided attention. "That brain dead friend has a crush on me, doesn't it?"
"You're the one who reads the website."
She narrowed her eyes. "I forgot he was the drummer in that band. I don't pay that much attention to everyone else…especially that band with that girl Melinda…ugh."
"Careful, your claws are showing."
She sighed and her hands dropped to her sides. Chuckie watched her moods change again and traces of the woman that people rarely see appeared. "I'm sorry. I knew for a long time that Phil was still carrying that torch for me. Blonde blue eyed pretty thing…I feel flattered at least. You never wrote a song about me."
"Have you ever heard me sing? I can barely rhyme words."
Angelica hugged him. "It's okay. I still love you and I'm ready to let everyone know."
"Even Phil?"
"Yes. I'm going to tell him first."
Armed with a La Perla bag, our most hated, envied and loved couple was reunited once again on the front of their favorite Smoothie shop…
"I cannot wait until this madness is over."
"Aren't you going to miss me?"
Susie grinned. "If you have to ask…"
"You know about Lil, don't you?"
"Just waiting for you to tell me the truth," Susie began. "You know I hate the website."
"Yet you read it."
"Guilty pleasure."
"Nothing happened. I talked about you the entire night…drunkenly."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"The entire night was a blur. I barely remember but thanks to the whispers in the hallways and a talk with Lil. I was able to piece it together."
"Amazing."
"What can I say? I'm hopelessly in love with you."
"And you are unbelievably cheesy today."
Tommy glanced at the bag in her hand. "I figure I'd leave all the naughtiness until I see you in what's in that bag."
"One track mind..."
What a day! My hands are tired but my morning excursion to Fifth Avenue provided me with the perfect dress for the senior banquet. No graduation dress yet but I foresee many more trips to Manhattan in the future. Meanwhile, the members of our local punk rock group reflect on their not-so-positive experience with the in-crowd. Does the drummer know who our "it-girl's" secret boy-toy is yet? Speaking of it girl, she and her protégé were seen at Ginger's munching on carrot sticks with darling Dior shades perched atop their heads. Didn't I predict that she would be our next it-girl? Ah, I spotted our favorite redhead and Spring Heights infamous couple lounging around his house. Waiting for someone perhaps?
"It's you, isn't it?"
Kimi chuckled. "It really isn't me. I'm not even a senior."
Natalie frowned. "I bet its Charlie. I would say Roberta but she can't even keep her own secrets a secret. She would have told me."
"You're on a mission, aren't you?"
"This person knows everything. This person even knows that my Dolce dress was a fake. The only person who knew that was Roberta but she isn't mean enough to poke fun. Charlie, however, is."
"Nat, you do realize that Miss Information cannot be biased."
"Well, she seems to adore those friends of yours."
"Friends? I use that term loosely. Lately, Lil has become a clone of Angelica. Tommy, Susie, Chuckie and Angelica are only real to me when I read that website. Lucky for me, Phil is slightly sane. And they only have better nicknames is all. How would you feel if someone reported on everything we did?"
"Loved."
Kimi laughed. "You'll be okay. There's always next year."
"Not at all, didn't you know, Lil is slated to be the next it girl. With Charlie and Roberta graduating, it's just me and you."
"Come on." Kimi got up. "Let's go to Ginger's. That always makes you feel better."
"Yes. It does." Natalie paused. "You know who it is, don't you? It's Charlie right?"
Kimi sighed and pushed her out of the door. "Stop obsessing. Everything happened for a reason."
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Author's Note: That's the end of Confidential as a part of Kismet. I might make it into a story but that will not happen/until The Fall From Grace and Calm Before the Storm is done. The good news is each of those stories have about 2-3 chapters each and I plan for them to be done by the end of the month. The bad news is…they might not get done by the end of the month. Until then look out for the next chapter of The Fall From Grace coming this week.
