Reunion, 1/1, Original, PG-13
Dec. 6th, 2008 11:51 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
authoressnebula.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
tamingthemuseI haven't done an original fic in awhile, and what I was working on just wasn't going where I wanted it to go with this prompt. So...improvised. ^_^
Title: Reunion
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #124 - Great minds have purposes, little minds have more fun for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse
Disclaimer: Mine.
Summary: "The last thing I really want to see is Lisa at the reunion." A ten year high school reunion between two very different people.
A/N: I bumped into a few friends from high school the other day, which sort of prompted this reflection back on my own years. I'm not really sure which of the two girls I am. I think I'm a little bit of both.
The last thing I really want to see is Lisa at the reunion.
Don't get me wrong, Lisa's a nice girl. Was a nice girl in school, probably still a nice girl now. Excuse me, a great girl by everyone who liked her in school, which pretty much blanketed the entire population of my high school. One of the preppy types, you know? But not too preppy. She was the one that was friends with everyone.
Well. Except me. I was the weird kid in the back of the class, the one that asked all the stupid questions because I just didn't get it. I wasn't stupid or anything; I had my good subjects and my bad subjects. The problem was, it just never clicked for me. I was good at the recitation, the memorization, which meant I passed my exams really well.
But the writing crap? The science experiments, the home-ec projects, the sports teams? Nuh-uh. No coordination. On none of it.
But guess who was good at all of that?
Oh yeah. Lisa.
You know the type. She's got the hair that's a little chestnut brown, little bit of natural highlights, nothing too obvious like bright blonde or red. She's got a few facial issues, like a little bit of acne that won't go away, or the nose that's a little too big. She's short, decent size, but not model skinny. Not perfect, is the point I'm trying to get across.
None of that even matters, because guess what? She's bouncy and bright and bubbly and everyone's best friend, so it doesn't matter if she has a few flaws. She's still cute and adored by everybody.
So why am I bitter?
Because I'm not her. I've got the wavy hair that flies away at the drop of a raindrop. It's a dark color, this mix of black and brown, that makes everyone immediately think I'm gothic and therefore, ignore me. I'm a little over the average size, I've got a nose ring, and I don't smile all that much. I'm not Lisa.
I had a few friends in high school. A few. Most of them aren't my friends anymore. We drift, gotta respect that.
But Lisa? Oh, no. Just like I expected, Lisa's becoming the star of the evening, because everyone remembers and adores Lisa still. She's still looking the same as she did ten years ago. She probably talked to all of these people only a few days ago. Because they're all still friends.
I snag another beer from the bar and go to sit in the corner. I don't really know why I came, except that I had nothing better to do, and really, I kinda wanted to see what happened to Sarah Jay's boob job she wanted to have done at sixteen. (Just as a side note? It didn't go well. But I still took pictures.)
“Kimmy?”
Oh my god. She can't seriously be talking to me. Yeah, that'll make my evening complete. I decide to ignore her and keep going.
“Kimmy? Is that you?”
No, it's the tooth fairy. I sigh and turn around, and Lisa's hesitant smile blossoms into a full one. A few crooked teeth towards the back, but of course it doesn't matter. Her smile's still bright and cheery. As usual.
“Lisa,” I say, forcing a smile on my face. “Hi. Enjoying the party?”
Lisa snorts. “Eh, it's not bad. It's been cool to see everyone, and I thought I saw you, so...I figured I'd come say hi!”
“Then hi,” I say, then turn back away. My beer is getting frickin' warm.
“Uh, so, how are you?”
Oh god no. “Okay, you know what?” I say, wheeling back around. “I'm not playing your social game. I don't want an awkward conversation just so you can say that you talked to the weird geek from the back of the class, and you were all nice and stuff to everyone, including said pathetic geek.” Lisa's mouth drops open a little. “I'll let you have the points, okay? Just...let me drink my beer in peace.”
Lisa blinks a moment, before she closes her mouth. “I really did want to know how you were,” she says, her voice smaller and softer. “I...I always wondered, because I didn't really get the chance to talk to you in high school. You always seemed like a good person.”
It's my turn to blink, because maybe Lisa's not as great a person as everyone thinks. Clearly, she's smoking something, and I kinda want to ask her what. “Then how come you never came over and talked to me? If I seemed like such a 'good person', which seriously, what are you on, then why didn't you come talk to me? Or ask me to hang out?”
Lisa squirms, and I fold my arms. This'll be good.
“I didn't think you wanted me to come talk to you,” she says tentatively, her shoulders slumping. “You...always seemed so unapproachable, and I was just too shy to come over and talk with you. I should've anyways, and I am sorry about that.”
Lisa, too shy to come talk to someone? Little miss bright sunshine? “You were intimidated by me?” I burst out. “The hell for? I was the girl that everyone ignored!”
“I didn't,” Lisa says. “I just...didn't know how to come talk to you. I always wanted to, but...I couldn't figure out how to start up a conversation.”
As much as I don't want to, considering the annoyed loathing I'd kept up for years, I'm starting to like her. And I don't really want to, because that would make me a really sappy good-feeling story ending, and c'mon. I kinda can't stand sappy chick-flick endings.
“You want to go grab a cold beer?” she asks. “Like, from somewhere else that isn't full of people who wear sweater vests to try and look older and cooler?”
I start grinning despite myself. “Now see, if you'd said that ten years ago, that would've been the pitch that sold me.”
“I'm just glad it sold you now,” Lisa says, and her perky smile comes back out. “I have a purpose, now, and that is to talk to you.”
“'Great minds have purposes',” I start quoting as we head for the door.
“Little minds have more fun,” Lisa finishes. “Like bars. Bars and shots and beer which little minds can't control, and I should warn you that I have a low tolerance for alcohol.”
“It'll make the night more fun, because I don't,” I reply.
Seeing Lisa? Not such a bad thing, I guess. She's pretty much just as cool as I was afraid she'd be, and just as perky and friendly as everyone said she was. She's not perfect, which adds to the charm.
We'll have fun, though. I'll pretend later I didn't. And I guarantee I can pick up more guys than she can.
What? You expect me to have a life-changing moment here? Please.
~Nebula
Title: Reunion
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #124 - Great minds have purposes, little minds have more fun for
tamingthemuseDisclaimer: Mine.
Summary: "The last thing I really want to see is Lisa at the reunion." A ten year high school reunion between two very different people.
A/N: I bumped into a few friends from high school the other day, which sort of prompted this reflection back on my own years. I'm not really sure which of the two girls I am. I think I'm a little bit of both.
The last thing I really want to see is Lisa at the reunion.
Don't get me wrong, Lisa's a nice girl. Was a nice girl in school, probably still a nice girl now. Excuse me, a great girl by everyone who liked her in school, which pretty much blanketed the entire population of my high school. One of the preppy types, you know? But not too preppy. She was the one that was friends with everyone.
Well. Except me. I was the weird kid in the back of the class, the one that asked all the stupid questions because I just didn't get it. I wasn't stupid or anything; I had my good subjects and my bad subjects. The problem was, it just never clicked for me. I was good at the recitation, the memorization, which meant I passed my exams really well.
But the writing crap? The science experiments, the home-ec projects, the sports teams? Nuh-uh. No coordination. On none of it.
But guess who was good at all of that?
Oh yeah. Lisa.
You know the type. She's got the hair that's a little chestnut brown, little bit of natural highlights, nothing too obvious like bright blonde or red. She's got a few facial issues, like a little bit of acne that won't go away, or the nose that's a little too big. She's short, decent size, but not model skinny. Not perfect, is the point I'm trying to get across.
None of that even matters, because guess what? She's bouncy and bright and bubbly and everyone's best friend, so it doesn't matter if she has a few flaws. She's still cute and adored by everybody.
So why am I bitter?
Because I'm not her. I've got the wavy hair that flies away at the drop of a raindrop. It's a dark color, this mix of black and brown, that makes everyone immediately think I'm gothic and therefore, ignore me. I'm a little over the average size, I've got a nose ring, and I don't smile all that much. I'm not Lisa.
I had a few friends in high school. A few. Most of them aren't my friends anymore. We drift, gotta respect that.
But Lisa? Oh, no. Just like I expected, Lisa's becoming the star of the evening, because everyone remembers and adores Lisa still. She's still looking the same as she did ten years ago. She probably talked to all of these people only a few days ago. Because they're all still friends.
I snag another beer from the bar and go to sit in the corner. I don't really know why I came, except that I had nothing better to do, and really, I kinda wanted to see what happened to Sarah Jay's boob job she wanted to have done at sixteen. (Just as a side note? It didn't go well. But I still took pictures.)
“Kimmy?”
Oh my god. She can't seriously be talking to me. Yeah, that'll make my evening complete. I decide to ignore her and keep going.
“Kimmy? Is that you?”
No, it's the tooth fairy. I sigh and turn around, and Lisa's hesitant smile blossoms into a full one. A few crooked teeth towards the back, but of course it doesn't matter. Her smile's still bright and cheery. As usual.
“Lisa,” I say, forcing a smile on my face. “Hi. Enjoying the party?”
Lisa snorts. “Eh, it's not bad. It's been cool to see everyone, and I thought I saw you, so...I figured I'd come say hi!”
“Then hi,” I say, then turn back away. My beer is getting frickin' warm.
“Uh, so, how are you?”
Oh god no. “Okay, you know what?” I say, wheeling back around. “I'm not playing your social game. I don't want an awkward conversation just so you can say that you talked to the weird geek from the back of the class, and you were all nice and stuff to everyone, including said pathetic geek.” Lisa's mouth drops open a little. “I'll let you have the points, okay? Just...let me drink my beer in peace.”
Lisa blinks a moment, before she closes her mouth. “I really did want to know how you were,” she says, her voice smaller and softer. “I...I always wondered, because I didn't really get the chance to talk to you in high school. You always seemed like a good person.”
It's my turn to blink, because maybe Lisa's not as great a person as everyone thinks. Clearly, she's smoking something, and I kinda want to ask her what. “Then how come you never came over and talked to me? If I seemed like such a 'good person', which seriously, what are you on, then why didn't you come talk to me? Or ask me to hang out?”
Lisa squirms, and I fold my arms. This'll be good.
“I didn't think you wanted me to come talk to you,” she says tentatively, her shoulders slumping. “You...always seemed so unapproachable, and I was just too shy to come over and talk with you. I should've anyways, and I am sorry about that.”
Lisa, too shy to come talk to someone? Little miss bright sunshine? “You were intimidated by me?” I burst out. “The hell for? I was the girl that everyone ignored!”
“I didn't,” Lisa says. “I just...didn't know how to come talk to you. I always wanted to, but...I couldn't figure out how to start up a conversation.”
As much as I don't want to, considering the annoyed loathing I'd kept up for years, I'm starting to like her. And I don't really want to, because that would make me a really sappy good-feeling story ending, and c'mon. I kinda can't stand sappy chick-flick endings.
“You want to go grab a cold beer?” she asks. “Like, from somewhere else that isn't full of people who wear sweater vests to try and look older and cooler?”
I start grinning despite myself. “Now see, if you'd said that ten years ago, that would've been the pitch that sold me.”
“I'm just glad it sold you now,” Lisa says, and her perky smile comes back out. “I have a purpose, now, and that is to talk to you.”
“'Great minds have purposes',” I start quoting as we head for the door.
“Little minds have more fun,” Lisa finishes. “Like bars. Bars and shots and beer which little minds can't control, and I should warn you that I have a low tolerance for alcohol.”
“It'll make the night more fun, because I don't,” I reply.
Seeing Lisa? Not such a bad thing, I guess. She's pretty much just as cool as I was afraid she'd be, and just as perky and friendly as everyone said she was. She's not perfect, which adds to the charm.
We'll have fun, though. I'll pretend later I didn't. And I guarantee I can pick up more guys than she can.
What? You expect me to have a life-changing moment here? Please.
~Nebula
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 05:55 am (UTC)Captured the feeling very well. Good work, hon. :)
no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 08:40 am (UTC)I really enjoyed this story. It's very easy to relate to (obviously it was for me!) and the characters are vivid and believable.
Thanks for sharing!
no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 06:37 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing:)
no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 12:13 am (UTC)