Baby Sitters' Club Ficathon fic
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wisdomeagleKristy and the Little Jealousies
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kristy/Logan
Summary: Kristy knows exactly what she's doing. Right.
Notes: Written for the BSC ficathon. Not the best thing I've ever written, but hope it's satisfactory. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
norie47, who requested K/L.
My name is Kristy Thomas. I'm thirteen years old and in eighth grade. I'm also the president of the Baby Sitters' Club, which I have to admit is my brainchild. All my best friends are in the club with me, and we do everything together! My very best friend is Mary Anne Spier, whom I've known since I was born. We lived next door to each other for most of my life, until my mom remarried last summer and we moved across town. I still love Mary Anne, though. Like I said, she's my best friend.
The thing about Mary Anne is, she's always surprising people. She used to dress like a little kid, because of her dad, but then suddenly she started dressing like she wanted, and she turns out to have really awesome fashion sense. (Or so Claudia and Stacy say. They also say that I have really awful fashion sense, but I just dress comfortably. I really don't get the big deal about clothes. I like jeans and t-shirts and baseball caps. Easy to wash, easy to put on, easy to take off. Don't take that wrong. I am only thirteen, after all.) And then she never even mentions guys, and suddenly she's dating Logan Bruno, who's not only certifiably male, but also quite cute. (Again, according to Claud and Stacy. It's not like I actually notice these things.)
So maybe I'm a little jealous. Not of Mary Anne! No way. She's my best friend. Well... maybe a little bit. She's growing up so fast, and she's interested in all the right things. She's got a new best friend now, Dawn Schafer, and much as I love Dawn, I have to admit I sometimes wish it was just us four again, me and Mary Anne and Stacy and Claudia. And sometimes I wish that Mary Anne would talk to me about having a boyfriend, and not spend so many nights on the phone giggling with Claudia.
I guess what I'm trying to explain is, I was a little bit mad at Mary Anne, and I guess I had been for a long time. But that's not why I did what I did! I'm not trying to defend myself, just trying to explain.
See, we were going to the movies, the three of us. Hello, third wheel Kristy. Not that I cared. I'm outgoing enough that I knew I could carry my own even if Mary Anne did keep on looking at Logan like she wanted to be alone with him, even if he did have his arm around her shoulder. Even if he was sitting between us, sharing popcorn with me. Even if his arm, the one that wasn't around Mary Anne's shoulder, kept on brushing mine.
I wasn't worried at all.
Mary Anne's father is a worrywart, so she's supposed to call him every hour or so. So right in the middle of the movie, she got up and went to the lobby to call her father, and when she came back, she said he wanted her home right now. Something had come up. Usually this just means that Mr. Spier has become panicked that something terrible is going to happen to Mary Anne, but sometimes it's something serious, so Mary Anne was starting to worry.
"We'll walk you home!" I said.
"Hey, don't worry about it, Kristy. I'll walk her home; you finish watching the movie," said Logan.
"Shhh!" said the lady who was sitting in front of us.
"Neither of you has to do anything," whispered Mary Anne. "My dad's coming to get me. I'm really sorry to leave you like this."
"Hey, no problem" said Logan, not bothering to lower his voice. Mary Anne walked out of the theater without giving either of a chance to say goodbye to her. We watched the last half hour of the movie. When the credits started to roll, Logan grabbed his jacket and his popcorn bag and said, "Why don't we go for ice cream or something?"
I knew that I really shouldn't. Watson had said to call him when I was ready to go, and I knew he was trusting me to call him at a decent hour. Kind of like Mary Anne trusted me and Logan enough to be alone together. That was like Mary Anne: she trusted her friends instinctively, and if anyone betrayed that trust, she would become incredibly upset. I knew, because I'd spent lots of time comforting her when her confidence had been unjustified.
Anyhow, that night, I said yes, let's get ice cream. I was feeling angry at Mary Anne for leaving me with Logan, so I said yes. I wasn't thinking then that anything would happen, though I guess I was aware that it might happen. And I guess in the back of my mind, I knew I wanted something to happen.
I didn't want Logan to kiss me. I didn't want to be kissed at all. When I say "something," I mean something that would change things between Mary Anne and me. Things were not good between us, but they weren't bad either. They were just stagnant. I wanted that to change. I wanted the balance of power between the three of us to shift. I wanted to be the one in charge.
I hate it when I can't make people do what I want them to do. I wanted Logan and Mary Anne to be a couple, but I wanted them to be my friends first. I didn't want them to assume they had some kind of priority rights to each other.
I'm not just making excuses. I really do think that. I really do love Mary Anne, and I didn't want to hurt her. But honestly, and please don't be mad at me for saying this, I love me more. I mean, you've got to look out for yourself.
Over sundaes, Logan's voice started squeaking and I knew he was trying to be seductive. It kind of grossed me out, watching him like that, so I decided to put him out of his misery and kissed him. It wasn't the greatest kiss ever; I'd never done anything like that before, but it was a kiss, and Logan obviously enjoyed it, because he was kissing me back with equal fervor.
I really didn't notice that Stacy and Dawn were there until Dawn tapped my shoulder. "Sorry," she said. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Excuse me," I said to Logan, and suddenly it struck me that Mary Anne wouldn't really understand that I wasn't trying to steal her boyfriend. "Please don't tell her," I said to Dawn.
"And why shouldn't I?"
The answer was there was absolutely no reason, and if I'd found any of my other friends kissing Logan, I would be on the phone with Mary Anne so fast that no one would know what hit them. I'd watch her back. That's what friends are for. I knew Dawn would call Mary Anne, wasn't surprised when she did, wasn't surprised when Mary Anne called me and said in her soft, hurt voice, "What's going on?"
No surprises there. Because I knew what made Mary Anne tick. I knew what would hurt her the most. And now she's not talking to me, and the rest of my friends aren't talking to me, but I expected that, too.
I rule.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kristy/Logan
Summary: Kristy knows exactly what she's doing. Right.
Notes: Written for the BSC ficathon. Not the best thing I've ever written, but hope it's satisfactory. For
norie47, who requested K/L.My name is Kristy Thomas. I'm thirteen years old and in eighth grade. I'm also the president of the Baby Sitters' Club, which I have to admit is my brainchild. All my best friends are in the club with me, and we do everything together! My very best friend is Mary Anne Spier, whom I've known since I was born. We lived next door to each other for most of my life, until my mom remarried last summer and we moved across town. I still love Mary Anne, though. Like I said, she's my best friend.
The thing about Mary Anne is, she's always surprising people. She used to dress like a little kid, because of her dad, but then suddenly she started dressing like she wanted, and she turns out to have really awesome fashion sense. (Or so Claudia and Stacy say. They also say that I have really awful fashion sense, but I just dress comfortably. I really don't get the big deal about clothes. I like jeans and t-shirts and baseball caps. Easy to wash, easy to put on, easy to take off. Don't take that wrong. I am only thirteen, after all.) And then she never even mentions guys, and suddenly she's dating Logan Bruno, who's not only certifiably male, but also quite cute. (Again, according to Claud and Stacy. It's not like I actually notice these things.)
So maybe I'm a little jealous. Not of Mary Anne! No way. She's my best friend. Well... maybe a little bit. She's growing up so fast, and she's interested in all the right things. She's got a new best friend now, Dawn Schafer, and much as I love Dawn, I have to admit I sometimes wish it was just us four again, me and Mary Anne and Stacy and Claudia. And sometimes I wish that Mary Anne would talk to me about having a boyfriend, and not spend so many nights on the phone giggling with Claudia.
I guess what I'm trying to explain is, I was a little bit mad at Mary Anne, and I guess I had been for a long time. But that's not why I did what I did! I'm not trying to defend myself, just trying to explain.
See, we were going to the movies, the three of us. Hello, third wheel Kristy. Not that I cared. I'm outgoing enough that I knew I could carry my own even if Mary Anne did keep on looking at Logan like she wanted to be alone with him, even if he did have his arm around her shoulder. Even if he was sitting between us, sharing popcorn with me. Even if his arm, the one that wasn't around Mary Anne's shoulder, kept on brushing mine.
I wasn't worried at all.
Mary Anne's father is a worrywart, so she's supposed to call him every hour or so. So right in the middle of the movie, she got up and went to the lobby to call her father, and when she came back, she said he wanted her home right now. Something had come up. Usually this just means that Mr. Spier has become panicked that something terrible is going to happen to Mary Anne, but sometimes it's something serious, so Mary Anne was starting to worry.
"We'll walk you home!" I said.
"Hey, don't worry about it, Kristy. I'll walk her home; you finish watching the movie," said Logan.
"Shhh!" said the lady who was sitting in front of us.
"Neither of you has to do anything," whispered Mary Anne. "My dad's coming to get me. I'm really sorry to leave you like this."
"Hey, no problem" said Logan, not bothering to lower his voice. Mary Anne walked out of the theater without giving either of a chance to say goodbye to her. We watched the last half hour of the movie. When the credits started to roll, Logan grabbed his jacket and his popcorn bag and said, "Why don't we go for ice cream or something?"
I knew that I really shouldn't. Watson had said to call him when I was ready to go, and I knew he was trusting me to call him at a decent hour. Kind of like Mary Anne trusted me and Logan enough to be alone together. That was like Mary Anne: she trusted her friends instinctively, and if anyone betrayed that trust, she would become incredibly upset. I knew, because I'd spent lots of time comforting her when her confidence had been unjustified.
Anyhow, that night, I said yes, let's get ice cream. I was feeling angry at Mary Anne for leaving me with Logan, so I said yes. I wasn't thinking then that anything would happen, though I guess I was aware that it might happen. And I guess in the back of my mind, I knew I wanted something to happen.
I didn't want Logan to kiss me. I didn't want to be kissed at all. When I say "something," I mean something that would change things between Mary Anne and me. Things were not good between us, but they weren't bad either. They were just stagnant. I wanted that to change. I wanted the balance of power between the three of us to shift. I wanted to be the one in charge.
I hate it when I can't make people do what I want them to do. I wanted Logan and Mary Anne to be a couple, but I wanted them to be my friends first. I didn't want them to assume they had some kind of priority rights to each other.
I'm not just making excuses. I really do think that. I really do love Mary Anne, and I didn't want to hurt her. But honestly, and please don't be mad at me for saying this, I love me more. I mean, you've got to look out for yourself.
Over sundaes, Logan's voice started squeaking and I knew he was trying to be seductive. It kind of grossed me out, watching him like that, so I decided to put him out of his misery and kissed him. It wasn't the greatest kiss ever; I'd never done anything like that before, but it was a kiss, and Logan obviously enjoyed it, because he was kissing me back with equal fervor.
I really didn't notice that Stacy and Dawn were there until Dawn tapped my shoulder. "Sorry," she said. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Excuse me," I said to Logan, and suddenly it struck me that Mary Anne wouldn't really understand that I wasn't trying to steal her boyfriend. "Please don't tell her," I said to Dawn.
"And why shouldn't I?"
The answer was there was absolutely no reason, and if I'd found any of my other friends kissing Logan, I would be on the phone with Mary Anne so fast that no one would know what hit them. I'd watch her back. That's what friends are for. I knew Dawn would call Mary Anne, wasn't surprised when she did, wasn't surprised when Mary Anne called me and said in her soft, hurt voice, "What's going on?"
No surprises there. Because I knew what made Mary Anne tick. I knew what would hurt her the most. And now she's not talking to me, and the rest of my friends aren't talking to me, but I expected that, too.
I rule.
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Date: 2004-05-05 09:39 pm (UTC)And so angsty and yay, good job!
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Date: 2004-05-05 09:46 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it; I feel sort of put to shame by some of the pic people have written.
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Date: 2004-05-05 09:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-05 09:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-06 11:17 am (UTC)But honestly, and please don't be mad at me for saying this, I love me more. Heh.
The style is neat, too. I was actually a bit intimidated by the idea of writing them as thirteen-year-olds, finding it easier to write grownup Claudia with backstory and stuff... so this is impressive.
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Date: 2004-05-06 02:08 pm (UTC)Thanks. I don't know... I think partially I just can't imagine them growing up after looping eighth grade ten times.
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Date: 2006-02-25 12:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-25 12:59 am (UTC)ha
Date: 2008-03-11 01:41 am (UTC)oh and by the way why'd you make kristy look like a bitch