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lit_gal200 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: 2006-03-08 02:26 am (UTC)