Post by erika on Oct 18, 2007 22:20:29 GMT -5
Babe, We're Ch-Ch-Changing
Ch.1
HarverLynn
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Prologue
Three years. It's enough time to fall in love, get married, have a baby and start the rest of your life. But realisticly speaking, all that could be done in a couple of months. I suppose it all depends how determined you are. In our case, however, three years is enough time to change, forget, and mend anything that could have been possibly broken along the way.
For these five familiar faces, three years meant all of that, and more.
After graduating the five friends who have grown as close as a band of thieves during their memorable attendance at Blake Holsey, drifted and unwittingly forgotten.
They forgot the valuable information they learned, and even the teachers that taught it to them. They forgot the classrooms, and how one in particular always faintly smelled of burning rubber and vanilla. They forgot the cafeteria, and even the food itself. They forgot the hallways, and rooms, closets and stairwells. They even forgot their dorms. But most importantly, and most unfortunately, they forgot themselves.
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Lucas:
I learned that people who live in nice four-bedroom houses, and drive nice new cars, and can afford to eat out every other night don't win lotter jackpots. They can play all they want, but they're not going to see a cent as long as they're living comfortably.
I was watching a special on TV about the people who win those multi-million dollar lottery jackpot things, and basically, if you're not dirt poor--literally dirt poor--you don't stand a chance at winning. I mean, the people featured on the show started off with painfully depressing lives. Some guy lived in a shed, without electricity, running water, or anything to eat. The guy only had a kissing five dollar bill, and the poor soul spent it on a lottery ticket. I suppose it takes some guts to do that, because he didn't have a job, and who knew how long it would be until he came across some more green. But lucky for him, that choice turned him into a goddamed millionaire. 20 kissing million dollars. That lucky I feel rejected!
So, I figured, I'd start living like I'm dirt poor, and see where my luck takes me.
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Marshall:
I ran into Lucas the other day. I hadn't seen him in about a week. He hadn't changed--literally--since the last time I'd seen him. He still goes around pretending to be lower than he really is, when everyone knows he could do so much better for himself. I swear, he had been wearing the same pair of jeans I saw him in before. I could tell, because the last time we saw each other I accidentally squirted some mustard in his direction. It landed square on his lap. And I know for fact, after a few years of doing my own laundry, that mustard doesn't stain (at least not on a pair of dark jeans). Like hell it does. I ignored it though, and asked him how he was doing.
"Like kooky," he answered. And I wasn't surprised. With the way he had been living his life, hell, I think I'd feel like kooky too.
That was all that pretty much passed between us, and then I left to go meet up with Corrine. It's crazy how long we've managed to keep our relationship going, and not once had she ever mentioned wedding bells. I guess that's a good sign, kooky, I really wouldn't know.
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Vaughn:
I heard from Corrine a week ago about her wanting to get together and catch up. I know for a fact she and Marshall are still an item, it's been that way for about two years now, and that sucker of a Marshall hasn't popped the question yet. I don't blame him, I wouldn't be getting married this young either. And to be quite honest I don't think Corrine is feeling much for being called Mrs. Wheeler either. Mrs. Corrine Wheeler--just doesn't sound right.
And that idiot Lucas is still hung up on his "theory" about lottery jackpots, and is still going around smelling like feet and ass, wearing the same clothes, and literally eating from the trash. I remember running into his parents at the supermarket. They asked me if I could try and knock some sense into their son, and I told them that all of us tried to and that he just wouldn't cooperate.
"You sweet boy," I remember his mom saying. "I'm so glad he has friends like you,"
I smiled and then proceeded to the checkout line. I'm not one for idle chit chat. I don't think I ever was.
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Corrine:
I met up with Vaughn at a local cafe. I was alone, and truthfully I didn't feel any guilt doing so. I hadn't seen him for a few weeks, and it was nice to finally get to talk to someone from Blake Holsey other than Marshall or the deranged lunatic Lucas had become. I'd completely given up on Josie, as neither of us had heard from her in months. I've sent her letters, emails and called her cell phone, but to no avail. Sometimes I feel like she was just a figment of my imagination.
"So how's Marshall?" he asked me. He was playing with the water bottle cap in his hands.
Conversations always seemed to start like this. "Good," I answered him with a plastic smile.
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While I was struggling with ideas for Odd Couples this little idea for a new story popped into my head and I decided to share it. I hope you’ll thoroughly enjoy this and find it refreshing.
Ch.1
HarverLynn
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Prologue
Three years. It's enough time to fall in love, get married, have a baby and start the rest of your life. But realisticly speaking, all that could be done in a couple of months. I suppose it all depends how determined you are. In our case, however, three years is enough time to change, forget, and mend anything that could have been possibly broken along the way.
For these five familiar faces, three years meant all of that, and more.
After graduating the five friends who have grown as close as a band of thieves during their memorable attendance at Blake Holsey, drifted and unwittingly forgotten.
They forgot the valuable information they learned, and even the teachers that taught it to them. They forgot the classrooms, and how one in particular always faintly smelled of burning rubber and vanilla. They forgot the cafeteria, and even the food itself. They forgot the hallways, and rooms, closets and stairwells. They even forgot their dorms. But most importantly, and most unfortunately, they forgot themselves.
------------------------
Lucas:
I learned that people who live in nice four-bedroom houses, and drive nice new cars, and can afford to eat out every other night don't win lotter jackpots. They can play all they want, but they're not going to see a cent as long as they're living comfortably.
I was watching a special on TV about the people who win those multi-million dollar lottery jackpot things, and basically, if you're not dirt poor--literally dirt poor--you don't stand a chance at winning. I mean, the people featured on the show started off with painfully depressing lives. Some guy lived in a shed, without electricity, running water, or anything to eat. The guy only had a kissing five dollar bill, and the poor soul spent it on a lottery ticket. I suppose it takes some guts to do that, because he didn't have a job, and who knew how long it would be until he came across some more green. But lucky for him, that choice turned him into a goddamed millionaire. 20 kissing million dollars. That lucky I feel rejected!
So, I figured, I'd start living like I'm dirt poor, and see where my luck takes me.
------------------------
Marshall:
I ran into Lucas the other day. I hadn't seen him in about a week. He hadn't changed--literally--since the last time I'd seen him. He still goes around pretending to be lower than he really is, when everyone knows he could do so much better for himself. I swear, he had been wearing the same pair of jeans I saw him in before. I could tell, because the last time we saw each other I accidentally squirted some mustard in his direction. It landed square on his lap. And I know for fact, after a few years of doing my own laundry, that mustard doesn't stain (at least not on a pair of dark jeans). Like hell it does. I ignored it though, and asked him how he was doing.
"Like kooky," he answered. And I wasn't surprised. With the way he had been living his life, hell, I think I'd feel like kooky too.
That was all that pretty much passed between us, and then I left to go meet up with Corrine. It's crazy how long we've managed to keep our relationship going, and not once had she ever mentioned wedding bells. I guess that's a good sign, kooky, I really wouldn't know.
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Vaughn:
I heard from Corrine a week ago about her wanting to get together and catch up. I know for a fact she and Marshall are still an item, it's been that way for about two years now, and that sucker of a Marshall hasn't popped the question yet. I don't blame him, I wouldn't be getting married this young either. And to be quite honest I don't think Corrine is feeling much for being called Mrs. Wheeler either. Mrs. Corrine Wheeler--just doesn't sound right.
And that idiot Lucas is still hung up on his "theory" about lottery jackpots, and is still going around smelling like feet and ass, wearing the same clothes, and literally eating from the trash. I remember running into his parents at the supermarket. They asked me if I could try and knock some sense into their son, and I told them that all of us tried to and that he just wouldn't cooperate.
"You sweet boy," I remember his mom saying. "I'm so glad he has friends like you,"
I smiled and then proceeded to the checkout line. I'm not one for idle chit chat. I don't think I ever was.
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Corrine:
I met up with Vaughn at a local cafe. I was alone, and truthfully I didn't feel any guilt doing so. I hadn't seen him for a few weeks, and it was nice to finally get to talk to someone from Blake Holsey other than Marshall or the deranged lunatic Lucas had become. I'd completely given up on Josie, as neither of us had heard from her in months. I've sent her letters, emails and called her cell phone, but to no avail. Sometimes I feel like she was just a figment of my imagination.
"So how's Marshall?" he asked me. He was playing with the water bottle cap in his hands.
Conversations always seemed to start like this. "Good," I answered him with a plastic smile.
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While I was struggling with ideas for Odd Couples this little idea for a new story popped into my head and I decided to share it. I hope you’ll thoroughly enjoy this and find it refreshing.
