The Aislin Chronicles
A/n: You all rock my socks! Thank you so much for all your reviews. They honestly make me so happy. Gah! I know, I haven't posted in a while. Give me a break. Basketball plus school is hectic. But it's finally over and I should have more time to write. I'm sick of waiting for SD-1 to get back up so I'm updating on here so I can move on with writing it.
What? Oh, right, the fic! Sorry for any delay. As promised, the fluff...
1-11-03
1:20 PM
All right, I'm back home again. Last night was so much fun, did I fail to mention that? And my friends are geniuses. Jess asked about my pen and I told her about how it records stuff, and she came up with Proposal One of the Operation: we strategically plant it somewhere in the apartment and sort of... eavesdrop on them just to get some inside information. No harm in that... Right? I tried finding a spot earlier while Syd and Vaughn went grocery shopping and there's a perfect hiding place right behind that picture of them in the cute picture frame. Doesn't pick up much sound from the TV either, just a little buzzing. Not bad.
1:25 PM
I'll set it out there tonight. I'll have to start using a different pen. Aww. I've grown so fond of you, little pen, but now you are of another service.
1:28 PM
God, I'm so corny. Hmm corn, I'm hungry.
1-12-03
9:00 PM
You gotta love the productiveness of lazy Sundays. But to get to my point... Yes! I have my first recorded conversation! I set the pen out there last night during Saturday Night Live after they went to bed. And I discovered if you hold down the play button it fast forwards, and tapping the stop button twice makes it rewind. Handy dandy little yoke. Let's have a listen, shall we?
9:20 PM
Okay, so this morning was crap. I guess Sunday mornings aren't their best? Vaughn was like, Good morning, and Syd said, Good morning. Is Aislin up yet? and he said no, because I was still asleep. They talked about articles in the newspaper. And breakfast food. Breakfast food!? I mean, come on! Well, then there's nothing really until this evening while I was doing maths homework and surfing the internet (well... surfing the internet). Okay. So here's how that goes:
(They're watching TV... Can't figure out what show... Can't hear it well.)
Sydney:
Vaughn:
Sydney: Why are you staring at me like that?
Vaughn: Oh, sorry, I didn't realize... (He sighs. I can just picture him smiling at her.) You're so beautiful.
It's quiet for a bit, then you hear Sydney say, I love you, and Vaughn says it too.
And then...
You hear my squeaky little voice ask, Anything good on TV tonight?
Stupid stupid stupid! I just had to choose that particular moment to get a glass of water and I just had to open my mouth and say something to ruin it. They must hate me. I have got to ruin any cute moment they have together. There they are all cuddly and happy and in storms the crazy Irish preteen. I really should get out more often and let them be alone.
The rest of the recording doesn't have much. Vaughn replied not really to me and I got my water and left. I hope they started making out as soon as I got to my room, because after that all I hear is TV buzz. But it doesn't really bother me, because they were happy together and I'm gonna get them married.
9:25 PM
Great, now I'm thirsty again. And a little hungry. I guess I'll go finish off that ice cream in the freezer and intrude on Syd and Dad yet again. Okay, journal, you can come along. But I'm not giving you any ice cream.
9:26 PM
Not that you eat ice cream. Or. Any food at all...
9:33 PM
Yummy, ice cream! So Syd and Dad are watching something on the news. Sydney's sitting with her back against the arm of the couch with her legs bent up over Vaughn's lap (who is sitting properly). They look adorable.
Finishing off that ice cream? Vaughn asks.
Did you do all your homework?
Jeez, he's being such a dad. I reply with an eye roll. Hm. I guess it's better than having no dad at all. Much better.
Whoa. Okay, so I've finished all my ice cream. That went fast. Hungrier than I thought...
Vaughn blah blah blah Dad (!) changes the channel. It's on a movie now. I don't recognize it, but Sydney smiles. It looks older, fifties or sixties maybe. And I don't recognize these actors. The lady is really skinny, with long brown hair kind of piled on her head, and she has an accent. It's quite soft and her voice sounds sugar sweet. I wonder what my accent sounds like. I hate American accents. They seem so brisk and hard, not soft and eloquent like the actress in the movie.
Jess and Kathleen think my accent is really strong. I just asked Dad what he thinks. He says he doesn't really notice it anymore. Odd. Sydney just agreed, she hardly notices it anymore either.
So anyway, the lady in the movie is getting ready to go to a prison. Not as a prisoner, but as a visitor. She's seeing this guy named Sally Tomato. I didn't know guys could be named Sally. Well, this new guy to the apartment is helping her get ready. This is awfully strange.
What movie is this? I finally ask.
Breakfast at Tiffany's, Sydney replies with a slight smile. It's one of my favorites.
1-13-03
7:55 AM
I got too tired to watch the rest of the movie last night, but I really want to know how it ends. Sydney said we could rent it this weekend and watch it together. She told me that actresses name is Audrey Hepburn, but she couldn't remember what country she's from.
We're running late. Again. I hope I'm not late to school again. Hopefully we can still get there in time.
Hehe, Syd and Dad are arguing. He's still shaving and Sydney's trying to scarf something down for breakfast. Their bickering is funny. Now Vaughn can't find the right tie. And somehow he's blaming Sydney, who's innocently defending herself whilst her mouth is full of food. It's quite funny. And now Sydney can't find her shoes. Wait, Vaughn found his tie, and now he's complaining that he can't help her look for her shoes. Her mouth is still chewing food.
Oh this is funny.
Uh oh, I have to help look for the shoes.
8:01 AM
Okay, we found them. Right behind the door. So Sydney and I are just about ready. Vaughn's looking for his book.
Did you leave it on the balcony? I ask.
You mean the deck? he mocks me.
You guys mean the patio? Sydney chimes in.
he and I say at the same time. That was weird. His book is out there, it turns out.
8:02 AM
And for the record, it's totally a balcony, not a deck.
8:03 AM
Hm, change of plans. Dad's still not ready (somehow...) and Sydney's taking me to school. As Kathleen would say, fun stuff.
3:34 PM
Oh the drama of today. First of all, I walk into Social Studies (just as the bell rings) and Adam Wingertsahn is walking away from our usual table where Jess and Kathleen look angry. What happened? I asked.
He wouldn't stop calling me Kat. I can't stand it when people call me that! Except for Fini and Danny, but... they're different.
Jess joined in then. He just wouldn't quit, so we went off on him.And why are you so mad at him? Kathleen asked, turning to Jess. She shrugged and turned away, hopping off the table and moving to sit in her actual chair. Kathleen stared at her in confusion but finally followed suit. I thought she'd keep asking her but she didn't push.
Then, during math, Jess told me why she was mad at Adam. He was supposed to go see a movie with her and Krissy and he never showed. I don't understand why she wouldn't tell Kathleen, I mean, I thought they were best friends. She just said that Kathleen would take it the wrong way... I don't know why, but oh well. And what's the big deal with Adam? Does she like him? Sigh.
To add to this already crazy day, we split up and I met Dee for gym. It turns out we're starting a stupid two week unit on the weirdest thing ever: dance. Today we learned an African tribal dance. It was so weird, and Dee couldn't stop laughing, I thought she would pee her pants! Well, during one of the turns some guy's arm hit this kid named Ben L-something in the face and he went crazy. I mean, not normal I'm-pissed-off-and-gonna-punch-you angry, I mean crazy-psycho-buy-a-crossbow-and-shoot-you angry. It was insane.
Spanish was the most normal part of the day, despite its awkwardness. Since I knew why Jess was mad and Kathleen didn't. It kind of makes me feel special, you know? I guess you don't know since I tell you everything anyway.
3:38 PM
Journal.
3:39 PM
But it's a good feeling that she'd tell me stuff. Her secrets.
English class followed. I got an A on my paper about Father! I only missed a few points on commas and stuff, so I'm really proud of that. I started to read it over again, though, and I thought about Father and I wanted to cry. I went to the bathroom and just let loose. It was horrible. I miss him so much. Sometimes I just wish... I don't know. Things could be completely different. Why can't my life include Father and Mum and Syd and Vaughn?
I came back to English as quickly as I could. We started reading this play called Brian's Song. It's funny so far, and we get to watch the movie when we're done reading it.
But by far the worst was last. Science. We started dissecting frogs today. Dr. Kazsuk actually kissed one! He kissed a dead, embalmed frog. I guess an ugly old man of his age is really desperate to get some. Gross. Well, Jess and I got our frog. We decided her name would be Princess Hoppy (assuming she's a girl frog). Kathleen and Emma named theirs Hubert Milky Way Ishbia III. Whatever the heck that name's about. We had to go through a list of stuff to do/remove/answer questions. Every time we took out an organ we had to go show Dr. Kazsuk. We only got through the liver, gallbladder, and heart today. He really liked the heart form our frog, he told us he wanted to keep it for his personal collection. That's just disgusting. But the terrible thing is how bad the frog juice smells. Good God, I wanted to puke.
Now I am home and I just cannot stand myself (I smell of nastified frog juice). Even poor Will noticed it when he picked me up. We had to drive home with the windows down.
Goodness. I just need another good cry before Syd and Dad get home.
4:11 PM
I was curled up on the couch in a ball crying when Syd came home. I tried to stop but I just couldn't. She noticed my dreary state almost immediately and hurried over to hold me. I'm glad she didn't ask me what was wrong because I don't think I would have been able to answer her. It doesn't really matter anymore; she just makes me feel better. Like that time she told me the story of her mother and comforted me in my pain, bearing hers as well. I think she's a strong person. When my tears finally stopped she stared at me a moment and smiled. I've never noticed it before, but she suddenly reminded me of pictures of Mum.
A/n: Wahoo! I hope you liked it. As for future fluff, I don't know how often it will appear, but there will be some. Just be patient. I'll try to update soon. Please review!
–Whitelighter Enchantress