Aspiring writers are told “write what you know”.
I took that advice to heart.
I know two things… business (based on decades in new business development) and romance (based on falling and staying in love with the man of my dreams).
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Read about Nancy and Ted’s Romance Here.
The door shut behind Nancy and Ted and they were there alone, the two of them, in Anne’s small room. Fawn lay on her back on Anne’s brand new mattress, reading a fashion magazine Ted bought her, her feet propped up. Anne eyed her sneakers with horror. Was that grass on the treads? Smushing into her bedspread?
Fawn’s a guest, Anne reminded herself. She had to be civil.
And make conversation. Anne sighed. She liked quiet but she supposed she should. “So your room caught fire?”
The blonde glanced over at her and rolled big brown eyes. “Well, duh, that’s why I’m here. So not for your scintillating conversation, you green haired freak.”
Ouch. Any pretence of manners had left with Ted.
Not that she could argue with Fawn. She was a green haired freak, thanks to Stanley. Anne touched a lock. Only the tips were green, her brunette roots growing back.
She couldn’t deal with Fawn alone. “Would you like to meet everyone else in the house?”
“Are they all girls?”
Anne blinked. “Ummm…. Yes.” What did that matter?
“Then why would I bother?” And the girl rolled over, facing the wall, her back to Anne.
Why indeed? Anne’s appreciation for her sister Ginny increased. Ginny was gorgeous but at least that didn’t turn her into a b…
“No matter what she does, she won’t keep Ted” was tossed over her shoulder.
“Excuse me?” Anne wasn’t one for violence but this tart was pushing her towards it.
“Your friend, she doesn’t have a chance.”
So the girl thought. But Fawn wasn’t just messing with Ted and Nancy now, Anne straightened, she was messing with Anne too.
Continue reading May 21st
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Read about Nancy and Ted’s Romance Here.
Anne’s eyes flicked over her new room-mate. Pretty but not as pretty as Ginny or was that simply bias?
Anne darted a glance at Fawn again. Nope. There was something in the girl’s eyes that wasn’t in her sister’s. Meanness? No, that wasn’t it. Bitterness. Like despite being blessed with looks Anne could never hope to match, she wasn’t happy, would never be happy.
And now she’d be making Anne miserable too.
Blasted…
The only reason Anne agreed to this arrangement was because it had been Nancy asking. She didn’t care about a trouble making blonde getting burned out of her room, that was none of her business. She didn’t even care about Ted possibly getting tempted. If he did, he wasn’t right for her friend.
But that’s what Nancy was, a friend, and when friends asked for favors, Anne tried her best to accommodate them. So now she found herself in this situation.
“This is a small room.” Fawn sniffed, her nose wrinkled up.
“All the dorm rooms are roughly the same size.” Anne thought she detected desperation edging Nancy’s voice.
It was a small room. Who cares? Wasn’t this temporary? A few days, Nancy had said. She raised an eyebrow in question to her friend.
Nancy frowned and glanced away.
Uh, oh, that wasn’t good. How long was she going to be stuck with the beauty queen?
“It looks smaller because of the two beds,” Ted added. His arm was around Nancy’s waist. They looked good together, like a real couple now.
“A folding bed.” The blonde’s full mouth turned downwards in a pout. “I’m not sleeping on a folding bed.”
The folding bed had been begged off of the dorm mom. It was the best they could get. Ted knew his finicky so-called friend wouldn’t sleep on an air mattress.
“It has a real mattress on it.” The original mattress for the room. Anne didn’t want to think about how many bodies had slept on it.
Well manicured hands tested her own mattress. Anne’s eyes narrowed. What was Fawn doing?
“Then you have that one. I’m going to sleep on this bed.” And she plunked her butt down on it, bouncing a bit.
Anne caught Nancy’s eye. She was going to owe her big.
Continue reading May 14th
