|Heaven's Little Matchmaker
Author: the electric phantom PM
I'm Christine D'Angelo, and I've just moved to NYC. With powers, love, and the biggest dance of the season, I have a lot to get used to; before I ruin all the platonic friendships they have!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,736 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 04-17-12 - Published: 04-16-12 - id: 8031956
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It's finally lunch, and I am quite literally sitting in the phone booth. I notice Jessica is looking at Keith more than natural. I glance to the theater geeks. There's a pretty red head with a bored look on her face, so I gesture for her to come over.
"Hi, I'm Christine."
"Like as in Christine Daae?"
"D'Angelo," I correct.
"Okay. Janet Cadal. What's up?"
"You're an actress, right?"
"Okay, for a part, I need you to pretend to like-"I point to Keith- "him."
"WHAT?" He's gonna be with Jessica; everybody knows that!"
"I know that, you know that, but they don't. I'm trying to get them together. All we need is for Keith to fall for you, Jess to get angry, you to give up, and them to talk it out. It's like, like-"
"Dolly Levi getting Horace Vandergelder!"
Exactly! Will you do it?"
"Of course!" we squee in excitement. I love my job.
After school, I somehow got lost and ended up in the park. I notice Marcus and that girl sitting under an apple tree with a laptop. I hid behind a nearby bush.
"How about, 'when my mom woke me up, I was still dreaming about apple dumplings'?"
"You're just paraphrasing that author that came to our school!"
"Alright, chill, Gilda. What's your idea?"
"You know how people sometimes act completely different on the inside? I thought I knew my best friend, but really, I didn't."
"Wow. That's deep."
What I've Learned
Her name is Gilda.
Gilda can write.
Marcus sucks at writing.
It's not much, but I can work with it.