 LateOrliBloomer 2005-12-20 . chapter 1Holy CRAPOLI THAT WAS SO GOOD!
Really believable (well, for a fanfic; and yet, at the same time, not so much. I mean, I can buy that whole bus stop thing. In fact, it's even happened to me. Except that I wasn't in love with the guy. Although I certainly can't blame Kathy for it; especially since it was Jack Kelly! But the whole "hot guy disappears ::GASP! NO! OH, WHERE DID HE GO?:: then suddenly and miraculously shows up at her school" thing was such a devilishly delightful twist on the tale. Truly, I say.)
But, you know, that *could* really happen. If like, all the planets and stars aligned and whatever, and Jupiter went around Pluto...and some more astrological stuff that i don't understand. *OR* it could just be a big, huge coincidence. Yeah, you know, that works, too.
OH, and all that stuff about the locker hanging out and their little group of friends congregating at David's cuz he's the slowest one? SO COMPLETELY TRUE! (at least, for me and my friends...that is, back when I attended a school that actually *had* lockers, instead of this ghetto, poorass school i'm going to now. psh.)
And the "Parka Bitches" thing? (btw, you should get that term copyrighted!) Also, SO TRUE. and i commend you on your fantastic and accurate description of "gangsta" ppl.
btw, it took me forever to realize that this fic was actually from Kathleen's POV, and not yours, so...yeah. (but that's no fault of yours or the story or anything. no no no, that's just ME being...slow.)
/the hottest cowboy I’d ever seen
::drol...::
/He’s not there.
OH DEAR GOD! MY WORLD IS CRASHING DOWN AROUND ME!
/so you might call this obsessive behaviour
PSH! NO IT'S NOT! IT'S PERFECTLY HEALTHY AND NOT AT ALL PSYCHOTIC!
/since Dave’s slower than molasses
snarf. i was actually thinking of writing something based around that. but i'm nervous. because it might just suck.
/"Dave’s friend. He’s transferring,"
IT'S THE BUS STOP GUY, ISN'T IT? OHMIGOD, I *BET* YOU IT'S THE BUS STOP GUY!! YAY!
/"So what does he look like? Tall? Short? Blond? Brunette?" Michelle inquires Dave excitedly.
well, why is Michelle all excited? I thought she was in love with David...?
/"we’re-not-really-popular-but-we-like-to-think-we-are" kids
well put
/Not to sound like a bitch, but most of Dave’s friends are ugly, so he can wait.
::snort!:: PUAHAHAHAHA.
/That doesn’t make much sense, what’s a better - WHAT THE HELL AM I BABBLING ABOUT? Something like THIS happens and I’m mind-babbling about FALLING TO THE SIDE? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I must have ADD or something...
PUAAHAHHA-- ::thud:: sorry, my butt just fell off.
/"You!" I shout, pointing a finger at him.
how subtle. yeah, that's the way to reel him in.
/I mean, I could never do that to my Fiyero, I just set them aside for - THE TRACK, KATHY, THE TRACK!
tee hee hee
/"You! You’re the guy at the bus stop!" I say excitedly, hoping I don’t sound like a stalker.
HA! I WAS RIGHT! OH! WHO CALLED IT?! YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! ME!!
/Ryan Gosling hot. Aladdin hot.
HOLY SHIT! I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO CONSIDERED ALADDIN HOT!! OMG I'M NOT ALONE! I'M. NOT. ALONE! (unless...you know, you were just kidding and wrote that for the sake of the story. well, in that case...ahem. ::awkward pause:: WHAT?--NO! NONONOONOO...when did i say THAT?)
And Ryan Gosling...just about melted my face off in "The Notebook."
/The B.S. guy (note to self: never shorten that again)
::snerf::
/One time you even did a pelvic thrust.
NEWSIES!
/He begins to sing, just quietly, "Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell and somehow I’m feeling it’s up that I fell."
Be still, my heart... ::THUMP-THUMP-THUMP--KA-BOOM::
(Oh God, I swear, if a guy ever did that for me, i'd jump him. on the spot.)
/Hmm, I should talk to your sister. Oh, wait, no, I HAVE YOU!
NYAHAHAHAA.
/"I thought I was Boq," David says frowning. Michelle begins to panic.
"I mean, uh, well - HEY, LOOK, A DOOR!"
... GOOD SAVE!
/I take it. It’s rather large.
Hot damn.
/"Joey McIntyre," I ad-lib quickly.
Smooth.
and on another note: DUDE! HE WAS ON BROADWAY?? I HAD NO IDEA! OMIOSH, I remember he had that one song, like, way long ago ("Stay the Same," I think it was) and it was really good...but then it just sort of died away...and people moved on. ::sigh:: 'tis tres sad. (Is he by any chance, Reba McIntyre's son? Or are they just completely unrelated? Because, like, they have the same last name...ya know...) I CAN'T BELIEVE HE WAS IN WICKED! THAT'S LIKE...REALLY INTERESTING! I THOUGHT NO ONE ELSE KNEW HE EVEN EXISTED! (Or at least, that's what it seemed like to me...but of course, that's impossible. because that would be a mortal sin. and God would scourge the earth with fire and fury.)
/"Well, maybe the rules are stupid."
"Well, maybe you’re stupid."
"Well, maybe-"
most intelligent debate to ever grace this world.
/"Confidential note for Kathleen Quinlan and Danielle Kempert" in neat, teacher scrawl
holy mackerel! michelle rocks the socks off...lots of...stuff. (man, that was weak. ::shakes head in disappointment::)
/"But, Michelle, I’m eating my taco," he says, mouth full of cheese.
aww...Davey's so cute & clueless!
/"Soo..."
"Yep..."
::snerk::
/"Entertain me, Jack Kelly."
::shakes head:: SO wrong. Oh, so, so wrong...
/I decide to extend my audience and stand on my plastic chair.
always wanted to try that. maybe now I will, with Kath as my inspiration and role model. (and i don't mean the standing-on-a-plastic-chair part; i've done *that* much, at least!)
/my girlfriend
OMG. (Hey! Is it Sarah? Huh? Huh? Yeah? Is it? Is it Sarah? Is it Sarah?)
/To make a long story short, he put the moves on her.
HA! Sarah got molested by a faculty member! (Well, that is, if it *is* in fact her.)
/"Parka Bitches?"
NYAH! SARAH'S A PARKA BYOTCH!
/It erupts from my nose.
PUAHAHAHAHA. sorry, that just gives me a funny mental image. like a volcano. ...PUAHAHHAHAHA!
/ugly Ugg-clad feet
i totally agree.
/"Well, no, but I thought it was a meaningful contribution."
That's such a Davey thing to say.
-David's whole big lengthy spiel...was SO hot. Wow. Ya know, I bet if he was on debate team, what with all that arguing...he'd get pretty worked up after a while, eh? And HOT, and SWEATY, and BREATHLESS, and PANTING...and the windows would get all steamed up... And then--THEN, he'd have to loosen his tie...and undo a coupla those buttons on his crisp, clean white shirt...OKAY--STOP. STOP IT RIGHT THERE. That's enough now. Before I pop a blood vessel or sumthin...
/Finally, God answers
EH?
/God answers my prayers and Jack’s voice clicks in
oh...that makes more sense.
/Damn you, you hot bastard.
yum.
/"But...just friends?" |