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Re: The 409
Aw, thank y'all! I'll get started on the next chapter as soon as I get a free moment. :/
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8/Jan/2007, 19:53
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Re: The 409
Your fic is definitely fun and refreshing! It reminds me of the fics I used to admire when I started HS.
And, did you take your title from a Bullet For My Valentine song?
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Re: The 409
lol, Erika, I think that's a compliment...?
And no, I've never heard of Bullter for my Valentine. I may look them up now, though, just out of curiosity.
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18/Jan/2007, 15:59
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Re: The 409
Chapter Three
Orlando didn’t hang around much longer after the trash had been taken out, afraid of coming across as more obnoxious than Joslyn already found him, having been on the receiving end of his sharp elbows three times. Personally, she didn’t really care if he stayed or went. The company was nice, but whatever. With him gone, though, she was free to dive back into her unpacking and soon was finished enough to put together a list of things she still needed: a desk lamp, art for the walls, drapes and new bedding to match, and things for her and Dora’s barren bathroom. Fortunately, her parents had seen fit to donate a small but manageable sum of money into her bank account to get her started off with in England, as she had noticed that morning when checking to make sure she wasn’t actually down to only twenty dollars. And then, of course, there were Satan’s gift to shoppers: credit cards.
“Do you want to go tomorrow morning?” Dora asked, pulling plates out of the cabinet behind Joslyn. They were plastic and not that attractive a design, but they had been sitting idly in Grant’s parent’s attic, just begging to be used in the house of a group of university students.
From the table, his socked feet resting against the wall, Giordi demanded, “What, you girls are already getting into a shopping addiction?”
“No, we just want things in our bathroom like, say, a bath mat. A trash can. Cups. A make up mirror,” Dora retorted, not bothering to look at him.
Giordi rolled his eyes, but after a second Grant suggested, “Hey Giordi, we do need toilet paper.”
“Yeah, no stealing ours,” Joslyn insisted. She jumped as her hand made contact with the pot of red sauce she was stirring, the heat jolting her skin but not doing any lasting damage. She looked down and nodded at the rich smell boiling out. Her flatmates might be the wealthy ones, but she could cook and was apparently much more capable with a hammer and saw. All three had expressed amazement at her bookshelf and laughed as she recounted her history with their neighbor. There was just something comedic about a person being hit in the head over and over again.
Speaking of their dear neighbor, Joslyn was just pulling the pot away from the stove when something suddenly slammed into the sliding glass door, causing her to jump and spill just the tiniest bit of sauce on the white kitchen tile. She glanced over to see Orlando smiling innocently on the other side of the glass, Maude wagging her tail by his feet. Joslyn knew which it was that had slammed against the door and lifted an eyebrow when Orlando pointed to the lock on the door.
“Is that him?” Dora asked, leaning through the doorway to see who Joslyn was pulling a face at. Joslyn nodded.
Giordi voiced what Dora was thinking, “Well invite him in. Maybe he can tell us where the good parties around here are!” Joslyn set the pot of sauce on the table before crossing the flat to slide the door open just enough to stick her face out.
“I’m sorry, we have to keep this door locked. I’ve been warned that this nutjob likes to wander around–“
”Man, that was cold.”
“Maybe,” Joslyn shrugged. “But really, what do you want?”
Orlando let his jaw drop, “Hey! What makes you think I want something?” Joslyn gave him another look so he admitted, “Fine. My sister has a late class and our other flatmate is visiting her family, so...”
“So it’s a Friday night. Don’t you have any friends?”
“Well of course, but I just thought it might be nice to get to know my–“
”God, you’re here for one afternoon and suddenly you think we’re friends.”
“Oh, we’re much more than friends. I can feel it. We–“
”Fine, we’ll feed you,” Joslyn interrupted, giving the door a rough shove to slide it open. Maude waited until Orlando had stepped inside to follow. Both neighbors followed her into the kitchen where she introduced, “Guys, this is Orlando Bloom. Orlando, that’s Izzy–“
”–Dora–“
”Izzy-dora?” Giordi teased, reaching out to hit Dora playfully on the arm.
“Dora,” she repeated, giving Joslyn an emphatic look.
“Whatever. And that’s Grant and Giordi.”
“Hey, man, it’s good to meet you,” Giordi insisted, standing up to shake Orlando’s hand slap him on the back. Grant did so as well while Joslyn and Dora shared a look. Great, another one for the guy’s team.
While Dora set another seat for Orlando, Joslyn pointed Orlando where to get his own drink, and within only a few short minutes, everyone was settling down for what was instantly deemed a successful meal: the spaghetti Joslyn’s mother had taught her to make as a little girl, slightly crisped toast (kudos to Grant), and a fresh salad Dora had thrown together.
Giordi wasted no time at all in pressing, “So, Orlando my man, where are the good parties at on a Friday night?”
“Tonight? Probably just the usuals,” Orlando shrugged. “Depends if you want a club or a bar.”
“Well, which will it be, ladies?” he asked, turning to Dora.
Dora shook her head, “No, no, not tonight. I’m ready to drop dead, I’m so tired from work and all this moving in.”
“What? Aw, come on,” Giordi and Grant both groaned, Giordi throwing a piece of toast at her.
“What! I’ll go tomorrow night,” Dora insisted, looking to Joslyn for back up.
Joslyn agreed, “Yeah, I’ll go tomorrow night. Do you boys want to go get your bathroom and bedding stuff with us, too?”
“We don’t need–“ Giordi started to say, but Grant interrupted, “Seriously, man, I’m not stepping out onto that cold tile in December. We need a mat, at least.”
“Can’t we just give you girls money?”
Joslyn shrugged, “Well you can, but if you do, we probably won’t spend it on a bathmat for you.”
“Fine. We’ll go with your on this little shopping trip from hell...”
“Don’t worry. Orlando’s coming along, too. Aren’t you, buddy,” Joslyn assured the boys, reaching out to hit Orlando on the arm. “He wouldn’t dream of missing a trip like this.” When Orlando narrowed his eyes at her, she insisted, “Well if you’re going to constantly wander into our house and eat our food, I figured I might as well invite you along for our errands. I don’t want you feeling left out when you show up and we’re all off shopping without you.”
“No, you’re right, I wouldn’t dream of missing buying sheets with you, love. We’ll have to pick us out some good ones. Personally, I prefer silk, but if that’s too expensive, we can try out–“
”Just eat your damn spaghetti.”
Orlando put a fork of noodles in his mouth and cast her a sideways glance that she caught. They shared a small laugh, both glad to have found someone who could not only take but dish out the teasing. Across the table, Giordi thought to himself, An obstacle. Even better.
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chapter three continued; as always, be warned for language
After dinner had been cleared up, the dishes left in the sink as Dora announced she was going to devise a chore chart, it was to the living room to give this new big screen a try. Giordi had convinced his parents that it was absolutely necessary for his happiness and well-being, and while they hadn’t paid for the whole thing, it had wound up costing Giordi very little out of his own pocket.
However, because Giordi was entirely incapable of installing something like a television on his own, but also far too proud to call a handyman to do it, the television had sat uselessly in the living room for over a week now. Everyone had settled down on the couch or chair or, in Joslyn and Grant’s case, on the floor, and Dora had finally pulled the selected movie out, when they realized the television wouldn’t turn on. It took several minutes for Dora and Giordi to recall that the TV had never been set up, and then several more minutes for Joslyn to squeeze her arm behind the monstrous beast and plug it in.
“All you did was plug it in.” Giordi made it sound like an accusation, staring hard at Joslyn.
She nodded, “Yeah. You plug the cable cord into the cable outlet, and you plug the electrical cord into the electrical outlet and there you have it.”
“Stop talking down to me, b*tch.” Joslyn made a face at him and yelped when he grabbed for the foot she kicked in his direction.
“Guys, shut up, it’s starting,” Dora scolded. She pushed the volume up and settled back as Grant rose just long enough to hit the lights off.
Unfortunately, with the dark, the lameness of the plotless action flick, and the steady snoring of sweet Maude from her position stretched out across Orlando’s lap, Dora and Joslyn were asleep before the movie ended. All three of the boys remained glued to the screen until the credits had begun rolling, one final explosion leaving their eyes watery and sore in the otherwise dark room.
Grant was the first to notice the state of the two girls and, only a second after pointing this out to Orlando and Giordi, gasped, “Christ, we’ve got to do something to them.”
Orlando started to hold his hands up that he wanted nothing to do with this, but Grant rolled his eyes, “Come on. You’ve met them. If you don’t get them first, it’s only a matter of time before they–“
”Great, so we can instigate a war!” Orlando argued.
“No sh*t,” Giordi snorted. “What fun is living co-ed if the boys and girls don’t war?” With all the suaveness of the little devil on Orlando’s left shoulder, he held out one of the highlighters, “Do it.”
“What you couldn’t find something a little more aggressive than a pink highlighter?”
“What, are you pussy?” Grant teased.
Orlando looked between the two, then snorted, “Of course I’m not pussy. Just wanted to stay on the good side of the girls so– oh, juts give me the g*dd*mn marker.” Giordi and Grant set to work on Dora while Orlando carefully lowered the marker to Joslyn’s face. She shifted at first and rolled so that her cheek was resting on his palm. This worked to his advantage, though, since that contact seemed to make her ignorant of the felt tip as he traced glasses, a mustache, a beard, and some hardcore sideburns onto her light skin.
Once the artists had finished, she stepped back to admire their work, then high-fived and silently cheered for their own cleverness in striking first.
“Should we–“
”No, let them sleep,” Grant warned. “It’ll be a nice morning surprise.” He and Giordi shared one more good chuckle with Orlando, then saw him and an exhausted Maude to the door, locking the sliding glass behind him.
Orlando was halfway across the courtyard when he heard the shriek. He wasn’t sure which girl it was, nor what had woken her up, nor how she had realized what was on her face so quickly. Nor did he want to stay around to find out. With all the speed of his youth, Orlando dove into his house and locked the door.
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Re: The 409; ch. 3 added 1/18/07
Amazing! I loved this chapter, Orlando and Joselyn are hillarious together!
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They shared a small laugh, both glad to have found someone who could not only take but dish out the teasing
I loved this! It's great when people learn to compliment each other in their humor. Orlando and Joselyn are a perfect match!
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lol, Erika, I think that's a compliment...?
And no, I've never heard of Bullter for my Valentine. I may look them up now, though, just out of curiosity.
Def. a compliment. I love Bullet for my Valentine! Now, off to go read.
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Re: The 409; ch. 3 added 1/18/07
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Orlando and Joselyn are a perfect match!
Hm hm hm... it sure would seem like it, huh? Hm hm hm.... not saying a word 
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sometimes...lol...hehehehehe...write more please...*sighs your story is soo good, a nice break from all the craptastic fics on the Pit of Voles Ive been reading,w here you need a translator to read the summary...
