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toxic_cornSeries: Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne
Title: Chapter Three (3/12)
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toxic_corn and nutmeg610
Disclaimer: Chad and Mary Anne belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books repsectively. We humbly apologize for this.
Summary: Mary Anne has left Stoneybrook behind to attend UCLA. She loves living with Dawn and Tigger, working at a local day care, and spending time with Logan. But lately Logan's been changing and not for the better. What will happen when Logan's erratic behavior gets to be too much and the older LAPD officer starts getting closer?!
Notes: Sorry for the dreadful summary; I was going for a style. This is a Day Break/Baby-Sitter's Club crossover fic we dreamed up one night because we're insane. If you're brave enough to give this a try, good on you. And if you avoid it, well, we understand. :)
Check out the organizational post for the previous chapters and to see Nutmeg's awesome banner.
CHAPTER THREE
This is the second time you’ve broken up with him, Mary Anne. Is it going to stick this time? Because the suspense and drama is getting to be too much to stand, even with me being all long distance and stuff; it’s all anyone ever talks about. It makes letters home a little monotonous so do you think you can give your old pal Mal a break?
- snippet of a letter from Mallory Pike to Mary Anne Spier from five years ago
Someone pounding heavily on the front door jerked Mary Anne out of a sound sleep. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was until she looked across the bed and saw Logan, out cold. No sign he was going to answer the door himself, then. Telling from the insistent pounding on the door, the knocker wasn’t going to be going away any time soon.
Sighing, Mary Anne got up and padded barefoot down the hall, wiping sleep out of her eyes. Hopefully it wasn’t the friend Logan had allegedly been holding cocaine for. What a ridiculous story; did he honestly think she was stupid enough to buy it?
Before opening the door, she looked through the peephole and gasped, skipping back a few steps.
A very pissed off Chad Shelten stood not-so-patiently outside.
Mary Anne considered just leaving him out there but another round of furious pounding changed her mind and she threw the locks, swinging the door open.
Chad seemed surprised to see her before his expression hardened. “Nice jersey.”
She may as well have opened the door naked. Blushing, Mary Anne tugged on the jersey’s hem, trying to cover more skin. “It isn’t mine.”
“Kinda figured.” His gaze traveled downward over her legs.
“What, um.” She pulled the shirt so it at least covered the tops of her thighs. “What are you doing here?”
He held up a cellphone. “Your boyfriend left this at the station.”
“Oh, thank you.” She carefully let the jersey go with one hand and took the phone from him, giving him a grateful look. His carefully blank face caused her to blurt out, “This isn’t what it looks like!”
Chad raised his eyebrows. “Oh? What’s it look like?”
“Like we’ve been… but we haven’t. I’m actually…” She threw the cellphone onto a nearby table and went back to tugging the jersey. “I’m going to break up with him.”
His tight expression relaxed. “Really, now?”
“Yeah. It’s been a long time coming and…” She shook her head, smiling sadly. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”
Chad looked at her for a long moment and then pulled a card and pen out of his pocket and wrote something down. “Here. Once you’ve…” He waved the card in the general direction of the apartment and handed it to her. “Give me a call.” With that, he turned and walked away.
Bemused, Mary Anne closed the door and looked at the card. On it was Chad’s name and rank along with his office number; he’d written his cellphone number just above it. Maybe…
Turning, she nearly smacked into Logan.
“You’re breakin’ up with me?!”
~*~
“But ya cain’t, ya just cain’t!” Logan trailed behind her as she collected her things in a box. “Mary Anne, we been through too much to end it now!” He scowled. “Ah moved out here fer yew!”
She turned and stared at him in disbelief. “I didn’t ask you to!”
“That ain’t the point!” He shouted. “The point is, ah love you. If ya want me ta change, ah’ll change! Just gimmie another chance!”
Mary Anne stared down at her box of shampoo and various clothing items before looking back up at Logan, her disappointment shining in her eyes. “That’s the thing, Logan. I give you chance after chance to change. And you never do.”
His mouth fell open but he didn’t have anything to say. Not until she silently handed him the jersey.
“No.” His voice broke. “No, that’s yours.”
“I don’t want it,” she said, softly. When he still wouldn’t take it, she tossed it onto the nearby couch.
Tears spilled down his face as he followed her to the door. “Mary Anne….”
She paused and spun to face him. “You have to choose, Logan. If you want to keep me, you have to give up the drugs. Choose one: Me? Or your drugs?”
His face contorted and she nodded, pretty much expecting this.
“Goodbye, Logan.”
~*~
She broke down out in the car. Not because of the breakup; she hadn’t been lying to Chad when she said it had been a long time coming. But she cried out of memory of the boy she’d met in Stoneybrook, the boy who had destroyed himself until there was barely a shred of the original him left. She cried for the memory of the girl who’d loved him, had high hopes for the two of them.
Mostly she cried with relief to have done with this once and for all.
She was free.
~*~
A week went by and Chad Shelten’s card stayed on the coffee table. Sometimes Dawn would comment on it but other than that it just collected dust.
“Mary Anne, you’ve been moping around here for a week. Aren’t you ever going to go out?”
Glaring, Mary Anne looked up from her homework. “I go out!”
“Yeah, to school or to the daycare. You don’t go out out.”
“Dawn, I just broke up with my boyfriend!”
“Who you’ve been meaning to break up with practically since you two moved out here! There’s other fish in the sea and it’s time to bait your hook.”
“Bait my hook??”
Dawn picked up Chad Shelten’s card. “What about your cop?”
Mary Anne’s heart fluttered. “I… I don’t think so.”
“Oh, c’mon, he totally likes you. What’s the harm? Worst case scenario, you ask him out and he says no. Big deal!”
“Big deal?”
“Will you stop repeating what I say; you sound like a parrot.” Smirking, Dawn picked up the phone.
“What are you doing?” Mary Anne asked, suspiciously.
Smirk still in place, Dawn started dialing.
“Who are you calling?”
“Question: Who are you calling?” Dawn tossed the phone to Mary Anne.
“Dawn!” She fumbled the phone for a second then held it up to her ear.
“Shelten.”
She squeaked in alarm, giving Dawn a panicked look.
“Are you a mouse? Speak up!”
“Um, S-Sergeant Shelten?” She shot Dawn an I hate you look and got a sunny smile in response. “Um, you pulled me over for speeding once and you gave me your card and said to call if- I mean, you didn’t give me your card when you pulled me over, you did it later when you saw me at the station bailing out my ex-boyfriend.”
Dawn facepalmed and shook her head.
“Actually, I gave it to you at your ex boyfriend’s apartment.” He paused. “Wait, you did say ex-boyfriend, didn’t you?”
“I did, yeah. We had the talk right after you left, actually.”
Stop talking about Logan, Dawn mouthed, waving her hands.
“Ah, well, that’s interesting.” There was a long, awkward pause before he jokingly asked, “So are you calling to ask me out?”
It was so sudden that Mary Anne’s brain shut down. “… maybe?”
Dawn’s eyes bugged out of her head.
“I mean, yes!” Mary Anne exclaimed. “Yes, would you like to… go… out?” The words felt strange in her mouth; she’d never done the asking before. Is this how guys felt?
“Would you?” Chad asked, skeptically. “Because you don’t sound too sure. You’re not consulting a Magic 8 ball, are you?”
Mary Anne laughed a little too loudly, making Dawn wince. “No, I’m just very nervous.”
“Really? This is you nervous? I’d hate to see you neurotic then.”
She frowned. “You’re being awfully mean for someone being asked out on a date.”
“What are you doing?” Dawn whispered, looking alarmed.
Mary Anne covered the mouth piece to hiss, “Well, he is!”
Surprisingly, Chad chuckled. “That’s because the person doing the asking is confusing me. I don’t know if she really wants to go out with me or not.”
“If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have called you,” Mary Anne pointed out, softly. “I mean, I’ve never done this before, couldn’t you give me a break?”
“You’re on your own,” Dawn said, leaving the room.
“Alright, alright, I suppose I’ve given you a hard enough time of it. Sure, let’s go out.”
Smiling, Mary Anne let out a breath of relief. “Okay, what do you want to do?”
Dawn peeked her head back into the room.
“Wanna go out to dinner?” Chad suggested.
“That would be nice.” Mary Anne beamed at Dawn. “Does Friday sound okay?”
“Um, lemme check my schedule.” She heard the rustling of paper. “Hmm, Friday… yup; free. Does 8 pm work for you?”
Oh, wait. Friday was usually sister night. Mary Anne quickly covered the phone. “Are we doing anything Friday?”
Dawn stared at her. “You wanted to make a date without being sure you were free first?”
“My brain isn’t working!” Mary Anne practically wailed.
“Tell him it’s great!”
“It’s great!” Mary Anne chirped into the phone.
“Good, do you uh… want me to come pick you up?”
Mary Anne smirked. “You don’t sound very sure of yourself, Sergeant Shelten.”
He laughed, low and sexy. “No, it’s just that sometimes on first dates a woman would rather meet her date than have him pick her up. So which would you rather do? It’s up to you.”
“Oh! Well, okay. You can pick me up if you want.” She threw her pen at Dawn when she rolled her eyes.
“Sure, I can do that.” There was another long pause. “But that requires knowing where you live. I don’t have psychic powers, you know.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” She slapped her forehead and then gave him the address.
“Okay, so Friday at 8 I’ll be there to pick you up. Dress nice.”
Mary Anne pulled the phone away to glare at it before saying, “Well, I think I know that much, Sergeant Shelten!”
“Hey, I was just making sure. Maybe you thought I meant an Applebee’s dinner instead of a four-star restaurant dinner.”
“Four star restaurant?” Mary Anne repeated. Four-star restaurants weren’t usually within the budget of the average college student. She nodded in agreement with Dawn when her jaw dropped.
“Well, yeah, unless you’d rather go to Wendy’s or something.”
She snorted out a giggle then shared a mortified look with Dawn. “Tempting, but I’ll pass.”
“Good, I was hoping it was a no-go. I really don’t want my suit to smell like chicken nuggets and chili.” He paused. “So, right. Friday at 8. I’ll see you then.”
“Okay,” Mary Anne said. “Bye Serg- um. Chad.”
He chuckled, warm and amused. “Yes, I think you can drop the whole ‘Sergeant’ thing if we’re going out. ‘Bye, Mary Anne.”
“Bye.” She hung up and grinned. She’d asked a man out and she hadn’t died of embarrassment or gotten turned down.
“Oh my god.” Dawn’s eyes were huge. “What are you going to wear?!”
< Chapter Two : Chapter Four >
Title: Chapter Three (3/12)
Authors:
toxic_corn and nutmeg610Disclaimer: Chad and Mary Anne belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books repsectively. We humbly apologize for this.
Summary: Mary Anne has left Stoneybrook behind to attend UCLA. She loves living with Dawn and Tigger, working at a local day care, and spending time with Logan. But lately Logan's been changing and not for the better. What will happen when Logan's erratic behavior gets to be too much and the older LAPD officer starts getting closer?!
Notes: Sorry for the dreadful summary; I was going for a style. This is a Day Break/Baby-Sitter's Club crossover fic we dreamed up one night because we're insane. If you're brave enough to give this a try, good on you. And if you avoid it, well, we understand. :)
Check out the organizational post for the previous chapters and to see Nutmeg's awesome banner.
This is the second time you’ve broken up with him, Mary Anne. Is it going to stick this time? Because the suspense and drama is getting to be too much to stand, even with me being all long distance and stuff; it’s all anyone ever talks about. It makes letters home a little monotonous so do you think you can give your old pal Mal a break?
- snippet of a letter from Mallory Pike to Mary Anne Spier from five years ago
Someone pounding heavily on the front door jerked Mary Anne out of a sound sleep. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was until she looked across the bed and saw Logan, out cold. No sign he was going to answer the door himself, then. Telling from the insistent pounding on the door, the knocker wasn’t going to be going away any time soon.
Sighing, Mary Anne got up and padded barefoot down the hall, wiping sleep out of her eyes. Hopefully it wasn’t the friend Logan had allegedly been holding cocaine for. What a ridiculous story; did he honestly think she was stupid enough to buy it?
Before opening the door, she looked through the peephole and gasped, skipping back a few steps.
A very pissed off Chad Shelten stood not-so-patiently outside.
Mary Anne considered just leaving him out there but another round of furious pounding changed her mind and she threw the locks, swinging the door open.
Chad seemed surprised to see her before his expression hardened. “Nice jersey.”
She may as well have opened the door naked. Blushing, Mary Anne tugged on the jersey’s hem, trying to cover more skin. “It isn’t mine.”
“Kinda figured.” His gaze traveled downward over her legs.
“What, um.” She pulled the shirt so it at least covered the tops of her thighs. “What are you doing here?”
He held up a cellphone. “Your boyfriend left this at the station.”
“Oh, thank you.” She carefully let the jersey go with one hand and took the phone from him, giving him a grateful look. His carefully blank face caused her to blurt out, “This isn’t what it looks like!”
Chad raised his eyebrows. “Oh? What’s it look like?”
“Like we’ve been… but we haven’t. I’m actually…” She threw the cellphone onto a nearby table and went back to tugging the jersey. “I’m going to break up with him.”
His tight expression relaxed. “Really, now?”
“Yeah. It’s been a long time coming and…” She shook her head, smiling sadly. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”
Chad looked at her for a long moment and then pulled a card and pen out of his pocket and wrote something down. “Here. Once you’ve…” He waved the card in the general direction of the apartment and handed it to her. “Give me a call.” With that, he turned and walked away.
Bemused, Mary Anne closed the door and looked at the card. On it was Chad’s name and rank along with his office number; he’d written his cellphone number just above it. Maybe…
Turning, she nearly smacked into Logan.
“You’re breakin’ up with me?!”
“But ya cain’t, ya just cain’t!” Logan trailed behind her as she collected her things in a box. “Mary Anne, we been through too much to end it now!” He scowled. “Ah moved out here fer yew!”
She turned and stared at him in disbelief. “I didn’t ask you to!”
“That ain’t the point!” He shouted. “The point is, ah love you. If ya want me ta change, ah’ll change! Just gimmie another chance!”
Mary Anne stared down at her box of shampoo and various clothing items before looking back up at Logan, her disappointment shining in her eyes. “That’s the thing, Logan. I give you chance after chance to change. And you never do.”
His mouth fell open but he didn’t have anything to say. Not until she silently handed him the jersey.
“No.” His voice broke. “No, that’s yours.”
“I don’t want it,” she said, softly. When he still wouldn’t take it, she tossed it onto the nearby couch.
Tears spilled down his face as he followed her to the door. “Mary Anne….”
She paused and spun to face him. “You have to choose, Logan. If you want to keep me, you have to give up the drugs. Choose one: Me? Or your drugs?”
His face contorted and she nodded, pretty much expecting this.
“Goodbye, Logan.”
She broke down out in the car. Not because of the breakup; she hadn’t been lying to Chad when she said it had been a long time coming. But she cried out of memory of the boy she’d met in Stoneybrook, the boy who had destroyed himself until there was barely a shred of the original him left. She cried for the memory of the girl who’d loved him, had high hopes for the two of them.
Mostly she cried with relief to have done with this once and for all.
She was free.
A week went by and Chad Shelten’s card stayed on the coffee table. Sometimes Dawn would comment on it but other than that it just collected dust.
“Mary Anne, you’ve been moping around here for a week. Aren’t you ever going to go out?”
Glaring, Mary Anne looked up from her homework. “I go out!”
“Yeah, to school or to the daycare. You don’t go out out.”
“Dawn, I just broke up with my boyfriend!”
“Who you’ve been meaning to break up with practically since you two moved out here! There’s other fish in the sea and it’s time to bait your hook.”
“Bait my hook??”
Dawn picked up Chad Shelten’s card. “What about your cop?”
Mary Anne’s heart fluttered. “I… I don’t think so.”
“Oh, c’mon, he totally likes you. What’s the harm? Worst case scenario, you ask him out and he says no. Big deal!”
“Big deal?”
“Will you stop repeating what I say; you sound like a parrot.” Smirking, Dawn picked up the phone.
“What are you doing?” Mary Anne asked, suspiciously.
Smirk still in place, Dawn started dialing.
“Who are you calling?”
“Question: Who are you calling?” Dawn tossed the phone to Mary Anne.
“Dawn!” She fumbled the phone for a second then held it up to her ear.
“Shelten.”
She squeaked in alarm, giving Dawn a panicked look.
“Are you a mouse? Speak up!”
“Um, S-Sergeant Shelten?” She shot Dawn an I hate you look and got a sunny smile in response. “Um, you pulled me over for speeding once and you gave me your card and said to call if- I mean, you didn’t give me your card when you pulled me over, you did it later when you saw me at the station bailing out my ex-boyfriend.”
Dawn facepalmed and shook her head.
“Actually, I gave it to you at your ex boyfriend’s apartment.” He paused. “Wait, you did say ex-boyfriend, didn’t you?”
“I did, yeah. We had the talk right after you left, actually.”
Stop talking about Logan, Dawn mouthed, waving her hands.
“Ah, well, that’s interesting.” There was a long, awkward pause before he jokingly asked, “So are you calling to ask me out?”
It was so sudden that Mary Anne’s brain shut down. “… maybe?”
Dawn’s eyes bugged out of her head.
“I mean, yes!” Mary Anne exclaimed. “Yes, would you like to… go… out?” The words felt strange in her mouth; she’d never done the asking before. Is this how guys felt?
“Would you?” Chad asked, skeptically. “Because you don’t sound too sure. You’re not consulting a Magic 8 ball, are you?”
Mary Anne laughed a little too loudly, making Dawn wince. “No, I’m just very nervous.”
“Really? This is you nervous? I’d hate to see you neurotic then.”
She frowned. “You’re being awfully mean for someone being asked out on a date.”
“What are you doing?” Dawn whispered, looking alarmed.
Mary Anne covered the mouth piece to hiss, “Well, he is!”
Surprisingly, Chad chuckled. “That’s because the person doing the asking is confusing me. I don’t know if she really wants to go out with me or not.”
“If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have called you,” Mary Anne pointed out, softly. “I mean, I’ve never done this before, couldn’t you give me a break?”
“You’re on your own,” Dawn said, leaving the room.
“Alright, alright, I suppose I’ve given you a hard enough time of it. Sure, let’s go out.”
Smiling, Mary Anne let out a breath of relief. “Okay, what do you want to do?”
Dawn peeked her head back into the room.
“Wanna go out to dinner?” Chad suggested.
“That would be nice.” Mary Anne beamed at Dawn. “Does Friday sound okay?”
“Um, lemme check my schedule.” She heard the rustling of paper. “Hmm, Friday… yup; free. Does 8 pm work for you?”
Oh, wait. Friday was usually sister night. Mary Anne quickly covered the phone. “Are we doing anything Friday?”
Dawn stared at her. “You wanted to make a date without being sure you were free first?”
“My brain isn’t working!” Mary Anne practically wailed.
“Tell him it’s great!”
“It’s great!” Mary Anne chirped into the phone.
“Good, do you uh… want me to come pick you up?”
Mary Anne smirked. “You don’t sound very sure of yourself, Sergeant Shelten.”
He laughed, low and sexy. “No, it’s just that sometimes on first dates a woman would rather meet her date than have him pick her up. So which would you rather do? It’s up to you.”
“Oh! Well, okay. You can pick me up if you want.” She threw her pen at Dawn when she rolled her eyes.
“Sure, I can do that.” There was another long pause. “But that requires knowing where you live. I don’t have psychic powers, you know.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” She slapped her forehead and then gave him the address.
“Okay, so Friday at 8 I’ll be there to pick you up. Dress nice.”
Mary Anne pulled the phone away to glare at it before saying, “Well, I think I know that much, Sergeant Shelten!”
“Hey, I was just making sure. Maybe you thought I meant an Applebee’s dinner instead of a four-star restaurant dinner.”
“Four star restaurant?” Mary Anne repeated. Four-star restaurants weren’t usually within the budget of the average college student. She nodded in agreement with Dawn when her jaw dropped.
“Well, yeah, unless you’d rather go to Wendy’s or something.”
She snorted out a giggle then shared a mortified look with Dawn. “Tempting, but I’ll pass.”
“Good, I was hoping it was a no-go. I really don’t want my suit to smell like chicken nuggets and chili.” He paused. “So, right. Friday at 8. I’ll see you then.”
“Okay,” Mary Anne said. “Bye Serg- um. Chad.”
He chuckled, warm and amused. “Yes, I think you can drop the whole ‘Sergeant’ thing if we’re going out. ‘Bye, Mary Anne.”
“Bye.” She hung up and grinned. She’d asked a man out and she hadn’t died of embarrassment or gotten turned down.
“Oh my god.” Dawn’s eyes were huge. “What are you going to wear?!”
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Date: 2006-12-23 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-23 08:26 am (UTC)I love him turning up at Logan's and her wearing a tshirt to the door! And the embarassment over asking him out - so cute. Also the restaurant expectations were, i felt, a nice way to illustrate their differences in age and life stages.
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Date: 2006-12-24 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-23 08:46 am (UTC)Though we don't have Daybreak in the UK and I had to look up the Babysitters club because I'm such an old fart :(
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Date: 2006-12-24 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-23 10:16 am (UTC)You write Chad sooo sexy *zones out* and Mary Anne is so lovable!
He laughed, low and sexy.
Thank you. Thank you very much for that image in my head, or rather, that sound in my head.
*starts building you a throne*
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Date: 2006-12-24 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-23 11:54 am (UTC)“Okay, so Friday at 8 I’ll be there to pick you up. Dress nice.”
He chuckled, warm and amused. “Yes, I think you can drop the whole ‘Detective’ thing if we’re going out. ‘Bye, Mary Anne.”
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Date: 2006-12-24 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 02:05 am (UTC)We haven't gotten it at all, so it'll be a bit hard for me to do that...
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Date: 2006-12-24 05:41 am (UTC)My family now things I'm barking mad because I threw my head back and laughed like a maniac at reading this. xD
I love this chapter, because I can totally related to having your best friend with you while you ask a boy (er, really hot man) out. Not to mention the awkwardness.
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Date: 2006-12-24 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 10:46 pm (UTC)...
But it's Adam Baldwin, and he can do
whoeverwhatever he wants. :Dno subject
Date: 2006-12-24 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 01:04 am (UTC)Me neither. Who does really? :D
*love for the crack fick!*
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Date: 2007-01-13 03:01 am (UTC)I dunno. Colonel Sanders?
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Date: 2007-03-10 02:09 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm back - craziness as well as some mild forgetfulness made me, well, forget this was here.
“But ya cain’t, ya just cain’t!”
For some reason that *points* just made me lose it.... 'cain't'...*sporfle*
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Date: 2007-03-10 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-08 07:52 pm (UTC)...Sorry girl moment
I am smiling from ear to ear btw. This fic is so cute. Good work
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Date: 2008-01-09 02:59 am (UTC)