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200 Celebration
Request: Shakatany
Universe: Broken
Point of View: Amanda
Word Count: 437
Amanda crossed her arms and stared at her uncle, who wasn't her uncle, and just how stupid did her family think she was, anyway? He glared back, his blue eyes narrowed to slits and his cheekbones sharpening as he drew his lips together in a scowl.
"No bloody way," he hissed.
"Everyone's going," she countered, and then flinched, realizing just how pathetic *that* sounded about a half-second too late. Uncle Spike knew too from the triumphant way he raised just one eyebrow.
"You aren't just soddin' anyone," he pointed out, "and you're not going unprotected to a bloody sleepover at the school. Kids your age are supposed ta be avoiding school, not sleeping there."
"It's a fundraiser!" Amanda said, her own lips going tight with frustration. "The longer I stay up, the more money we raise for the earthquake victims."
"Like I bloody care," Spike instantly shot back, and Amanda opened her mouth in fury. She *hated* it when he put on this act like he didn't care about anyone. The only person in the world with a bigger heart was her father. Right. Change of tactics.
"Daaaa-aad!" she wailed. Xander leaned on the kitchen counter cutting an apple with a knife and popping the pieces in his mouth. He also looked suspiciously amused.
"I'm so not getting in the middle," he said as he held up his hands in surrender.
"Mom, make them let me go!" Amanda said as she turned and threw her body into a kitchen chair. Her mom glanced up with a small smile and just shook her head slightly. Amanda felt like stomping her foot in frustration, but the last time she'd done that, Uncle Spike had made fun of her for a week, and she was so not going through that again. God, if only her mom would ask, she knew Uncle Spike and Dad would bend over backwards giving her what she wanted.
"I'll tell Grandma you're being mean," she threatened the big guns, and now her father definitely had a look of amusement on his face.
"You better watch out there, Spike. Joyce… she just might side with the earthquake victims." Her father barely kept the laughter out of his voice, and Amanda nearly growled with frustration. She had the world's most annoying family; she didn't care if her friends all thought she had cool parents.
"Fine!" she nearly howled. "You can chaperone, but if just one more of my friends falls in love with you… either of you," Amanda pointed an accusatory finger first at Uncle Spike and then her father, "I will *so* throw up on your shoes!"
Request: Shakatany
Universe: Broken
Point of View: Amanda
Word Count: 437
Amanda crossed her arms and stared at her uncle, who wasn't her uncle, and just how stupid did her family think she was, anyway? He glared back, his blue eyes narrowed to slits and his cheekbones sharpening as he drew his lips together in a scowl.
"No bloody way," he hissed.
"Everyone's going," she countered, and then flinched, realizing just how pathetic *that* sounded about a half-second too late. Uncle Spike knew too from the triumphant way he raised just one eyebrow.
"You aren't just soddin' anyone," he pointed out, "and you're not going unprotected to a bloody sleepover at the school. Kids your age are supposed ta be avoiding school, not sleeping there."
"It's a fundraiser!" Amanda said, her own lips going tight with frustration. "The longer I stay up, the more money we raise for the earthquake victims."
"Like I bloody care," Spike instantly shot back, and Amanda opened her mouth in fury. She *hated* it when he put on this act like he didn't care about anyone. The only person in the world with a bigger heart was her father. Right. Change of tactics.
"Daaaa-aad!" she wailed. Xander leaned on the kitchen counter cutting an apple with a knife and popping the pieces in his mouth. He also looked suspiciously amused.
"I'm so not getting in the middle," he said as he held up his hands in surrender.
"Mom, make them let me go!" Amanda said as she turned and threw her body into a kitchen chair. Her mom glanced up with a small smile and just shook her head slightly. Amanda felt like stomping her foot in frustration, but the last time she'd done that, Uncle Spike had made fun of her for a week, and she was so not going through that again. God, if only her mom would ask, she knew Uncle Spike and Dad would bend over backwards giving her what she wanted.
"I'll tell Grandma you're being mean," she threatened the big guns, and now her father definitely had a look of amusement on his face.
"You better watch out there, Spike. Joyce… she just might side with the earthquake victims." Her father barely kept the laughter out of his voice, and Amanda nearly growled with frustration. She had the world's most annoying family; she didn't care if her friends all thought she had cool parents.
"Fine!" she nearly howled. "You can chaperone, but if just one more of my friends falls in love with you… either of you," Amanda pointed an accusatory finger first at Uncle Spike and then her father, "I will *so* throw up on your shoes!"
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Date: 2006-03-06 02:50 am (UTC)Shakatany
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Date: 2006-03-06 02:53 am (UTC)I left the closing caret ">" off the lj-cut. SO SORRY.
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Date: 2006-03-06 03:00 am (UTC)Thank you for that peek at an older Amanda.
hugs
Shakatany
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Date: 2006-03-06 03:04 am (UTC)"she didn't care if her friends all thought she had cool parent." I think it's either cool parents or a cool parent. As Amejisuto wrote it's amazing how quickly you wrote it so it's understandable.
Shakatany
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Date: 2006-03-06 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-06 03:22 am (UTC)And you are very welcome!
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Date: 2006-03-06 02:58 am (UTC)And crap you're talented to get that out that quickly.
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Date: 2006-03-06 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-06 03:09 am (UTC)"You aren't just soddin' anyone," he pointed out, "and you're not going to a bloody sleepover at the school. Kids your age are supposed ta be avoiding school, not sleeping there."
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"Fine!" she nearly howled. "You can chaperone, but if just one more of my friends falls in love with you… either of you,"
There's just a hair's worth of disconnect here. (By the way, I love it love it love it! Teen offspring angst! My favorite!) I can't quite see what they would have said before this where both the lines would be true. Unless there had been a previous day on which she had forbidden them both to chaperone ever ever again .... That would work. But not in this same conversation.
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Date: 2006-03-06 03:24 am (UTC)and you're not going unprotected to a bloody sleepover at the school.
Clearer?
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Date: 2006-03-06 03:32 am (UTC)*pulls fic around her like a shawl*
*purrs*
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Date: 2006-03-06 08:39 pm (UTC)I wondered what she would grow up to be like! ^_^
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Date: 2006-03-07 05:49 am (UTC)But I don't think Amanda sees them quite like that, nor would I want her to.
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Date: 2006-03-07 05:06 am (UTC)I think I just traumatised my cat:-D
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Date: 2006-03-07 05:50 am (UTC)Poor cat!
But I'm glad you liked Amanda and her small bit of frighteningly normal teen angst over (oh the horror) cute fathers.
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Date: 2006-03-07 05:10 am (UTC)Adore the petulance of youth so well depicted and the vain attempts to play parents off against each other (even if her real motivation was to avoid her friends drooling over her Dads!)
Wonderful... wish you would write some more... pretty please?
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Date: 2006-03-08 02:26 am (UTC)And the collar is made of black links, so I think most people are just going to think it's a necklace. Well, unless they notice the lack of latch.
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Date: 2006-03-07 05:04 pm (UTC)Marie
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Date: 2006-03-08 02:27 am (UTC)I'm so glad you like. She is a bit of a handful, isn't she!
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Date: 2006-03-07 08:14 pm (UTC)Is it wrong that I want to see Buffy and Willow meet jim?
That was a good fic. Because of you sentinel (sp?) stuff, I actually went and looked up information on them.
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Date: 2006-03-08 02:35 am (UTC)I'm glad that you found Sentinel love because I just adore those two guys.
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Date: 2007-10-25 01:54 am (UTC)It was also fun to find this right after chaperoning an all-night non-sleepover at my kid's school! No one fell in love with this old lady, of course, but I did get respect from at least one kid because I knew what manga was.
Thanks for the fic.
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Date: 2007-10-25 02:14 am (UTC)And kudos for you for doing the chaperon thing. I did it ONCE... just ONCE and man, you will NEVER catch me doing that again. But you are definitely on the cool side for knowing manga