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| The Perils of Love; Another American Girl MST | |
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| MackenzieW | Sep 20 2008, 08:50 AM Post #1 |
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Title: Some Independence Day Author: MackenzieW Genre: MST/Humor Text Based On: The Peril of Loves by burlesquexprincess. Rating: T Characters: The gang, Voldemort, the Narrator, Felicity "Fee", Elizabeth Cole, Ben, some others Summary: On the Fourth of July, Voldemort decides to let Mackenzie celebrate. Of course, that means she gets an American Girl fic to MST! In the story, Elizabeth is jealous of Felicity, suddenly nicknamed "Fee" and apparently in training to be the town hussy, until she meets a young man up for the courting season. Despite the very tiny, small, inconsequential fact that THERE'S A WAR GOING ON! Warning: Teen girls drooling. Disregard for the American Revolution. Yankee Doodle went to town Just to ride the ponies Stuck a feather in his hat And called it Macaroni Yankee Doodle keep it up Voldemort: Hold it! Where’s the usual opening? Narrator: It’s the 4th of July, remember? Voldemort: So? Narrator: I thought I’d make it festive. Voldemort: You thought? Well, now, there’s the problem. Narrator: (Beat) Aren’t you dead? Voldemort: What…(Indignant sputtering)…Just do whatever! See if I care! *Door slams* Mackenzie: See, I told you it was easy. Narrator: You’re right. Mackenzie: Continue. And with the girls be handy! Mackenzie: That’s it? Narrator: Moldy-Voldy took up most of the chorus and the second verse. Mackenzie: Oh. “So, it has come to my attention by our imbecile of a narrator…” “We have a narrator?” Sai asked, yawning. Voldemort had stormed into the Remote Room of Doom, waking its residents up. Of course, he had never seen Mackenzie in the morning—especially before the sun was up—and therefore did not appear too concerned about the glares she was sending him. “Yes,” Voldemort said, annoyed he was interrupted. “As I was saying, apparently the Fourth of July is either today or tomorrow or whenever. So, I’ve found an American Girl badfic for you to spork. And it was difficult. Small section, not a big selection. And most are very good.” “Wait a minute!” Mackenzie yelled. “You want ME, the only American in the room, to celebrate MY Independence Day by doing what YOU want me to do?” “Yes,” Voldemort said. “This is cruel and unusual! It’s unconstitutional!” “Well, then be grateful you’re in Britain and not America.” “DAMMIT!” “Enjoy,” Voldemort replied, “And have a happy Fourth of July, Mackenzie.” He smiled but quickly frowned as the girl plowed into him, knocking him to the floor. “Enjoy? ENJOY?” she shrieked, as Remus and Sai tried to pull her off. Quatre was making soothing noises that made her want to slap him while Erik just watched with amusement. Eventually, the two Brits got her off their captor and he slid out of the room, muttering. “Mackenzie, why don’t you get dressed and Erik will nick you some caffeine, okay?” Remus said, pushing her into the bathroom. “Why do I have to get it?” Erik demanded. “Because you’re the best at the art of not being seen,” Remus explained, “and do you really want to be stuck with her in that mood?” Erik shuddered and left the room. “So, we really have a narrator?” Sai asked, sitting on his bed. Remus shook his head while Octavius could not pass up the opportunity. “You’ve been here longer than I and you’ve never heard the narrator?” Octavius asked. “I’ve never talked to you either.” The loud voice caused the room to rumble. “Who is that?” Octavius asked, looking around. Remus smiled. “That’s the narrator,” he explained. “Hey! You were OUR narrator on Ronin Warriors!” Sai smiled as he recognized the voice. “Yeah, I had to do something after you guys defeated Talpa.” “Wait,” Quatre said, listening hard. “Treize?” “Yes,” the voice sighed. “Apparently, someone down here has a sick sense of humor and decided my eternal punishment should be working as a narrator.” “Oh,” everyone said as Erik returned with a cup of hot chocolate. The siren went off, casting a green glow. Mackenzie grabbed the hot chocolate. “We’ve got badfic sign!” she yelled, leading everyone into the theater. Mac: Alright, let’s begin. The Perils of Love by burlesquexprincess. Erik: That doesn’t really make me feel good about the story. Quatre: I think I’m doomed. Prologue Disclaimer: I do not, and never have owned any part of American Girl (Though I wish I did). Any characters you recognize the name of are not mine. Remus: Pretty standard. -- Dear Diary, All: Hoo boy. I suppose I should be used to it, the Felicity’s Sai: The Felicity? There is only ONE Felicity? always going to be the prettier one. What with her auburn hair and her green eyes and her spunk. Next to Fee, I’m just a little mouse. Mac: Okay, this is obviously either Nan or Elizabeth. Either one would refer to her as Lissie, not Fee. We’re sixteen now, Mac: Ahh, Not!Elizabeth. ready to come of age, and she’s got suitors calling on her every second of the day. (That is, all the handsome ones). Erik: What year is it? Mac: If they’re sixteen, it’s 1781. Erik: Wouldn’t the Revolutionary War still be going on? Mac: Yep. Remus: But we can’t send the handsome suitors to war! Mac: Point Remus. The only reason any suitors ever call on me is because Papa’s got a lot of money, and I come with a handsome dowry. Quatre: Aww, Elizabeth, you’re pretty too! In both the books and the movie! So all the old Loyalists come calling on me, Sai: The ones who haven’t fled the city in terror, you mean? the fat men who are in debt because of something or other, Mac: Meaning that they aren’t wise matches and the Coles would see that. and I get to suffer through endless stories about what they used to be. Octavius: Ah-nold? Mac: Point Octavius. Before. My name's Elizabeth Cole, by the way. I suppose you should know that, if you're going to be my diary. Remus: Hey, Mac, you keep a diary, right? Mac: Yep. Remus: Do you introduce yourself to your diary? Mac: I did…when I was ten. My diary is for me and I know myself. Remus: Thank you. Mother gave you to me when I turned sixteen, a month ago, but I never got around to writing in you until now. I hope you're not insulted. Octavius: It’s a book. Mac: I stopped apologizing to my diary a few years ago. Mother says every lady has a diary. Felicity has one, I've seen her scribbling in it all day long. Mac: Funny, I don’t see Felicity having the patience to write in one. Besides, paper and ink would probably be expensive during the war. Well, about me. I'm not tall, shorter than Felicity. Fee's slender, and I'm curvy (that's the only thing I'm happy about - I look infinitely better in a low cut dress than she does). Remus: Curvy was in vogue back then. They wanted some meat on their woman. Showed they were rich enough to eat and that they could pop out those kids. Mac: Point Remus. I've got wavy blonde hair, Sai: Movie description? Mac: Well, AG changed Elizabeth’s description so the doll wouldn’t look too much like Felicity. But most of us older fans keep her brunette description. Either works. Octavius: Damn, she gets a pass. that falls to my waist, and bright blue eyes. My favorite color is pink. Remus: Mac? Mac: One minute. *Takes a sip.* Mmm, chocolate. Thanks, Erik. Okay. Remus and Mac: Of course it is! Mother gave me a pink ribbon to use, to mark your pages. It's very pretty. Quatre: Oh, Elizabeth isn’t sixteen. She’s six. Octavius: Point Quatre. My best friend is Felicity Merriman, or Fee, as I like to call her. Mac: No, you call her Lissie. We've been friends since before I can remember, Remus: I thought they became friends when they were nine? Sai: They were. Apparently, Elizabeth has a very short memory. even though my family are Loyalists, and her family are all Patriots. Felicity is secretly in love with Ben Davidson, who works at her father's store. Mac: If Felicity is sixteen, then Ben is twenty-two and fighting in the war. Though, however pretty she is, it doesn't really seem like he sees her in any way other than as a sister (she laments over this constantly, trying to impress him every day). Octavius: Despite the fact he’s on a battlefield somewhere? Mac: And you’re making it seem that Felicity needs a copy of “He’s Just Not That Into You”? He is rather handsome, but Annabelle, my sister, likes him too. I keep trying to think of a way to tell Fee lightly that a twenty-four year old (Ben's eight years older than us) Mac: Wrong, he’s six years. SIX! will probably not fall in love with a sixteen year old when there's a twenty-three year old fauning over him. Sai: Yeah, but I highly doubt the Coles are going to let their daughter marry a Patriot shop keep. Mac: And it’s FAWN! But to say, Fee's infinitely prettier than Bannanabelle. However, that's not very hard. All: Ouch. Mac: Look, Annabelle’s a stuck up snob, but she’s not downright evil. She even helps make Felicity’s dress. Writing in you isn't as much of a bore as I thought it would be, dear diary. It's nice to let my feelings out. Dear Lord, I'm starting to sound like Nan, Felicty's sister. All: Uh… She's always telling us that it's not good to keep our feelings bottled up. Mac: Nan’s sensible, not sensitive! No bloody idea why. Remus: Because a refined young lady like Elizabeth is going to say “bloody.” Mac: This is probably written by an American who doesn’t know bloody is a British curse word. I don't really fancy anyone, like Annabelle and Felicity. To tell the truth, the only reason most men talk to me is if I'm with Fee. I'm pretty enough, but Fee's prettier! Mac: Stop calling her FEE! Remus: And get some self-esteem. Don't get me wrong, dear diary, I love Fee dearly, I just wish sometimes men would pay attention to me instead of her. Anyways, the spring ball season coming up soon, Erik: Despite the fact there’s a war on you know. and Felicity and I can hardly wait. A lot of people come up from as far down as Charleston, just to go to the balls. Sai: Because it is oh-so-safe to travel in the middle of a WAR! Mac: Okay, let's put this in perspective. The war is almost over, though no one realizes it. Cornwallis is riding through the south and in Virginia. That means plenty of men. Remus (Washington): Mind sending some my way? I’m only trying to win a war, after all. Sai: Point Remus. Hopefully they won't all be crowding around Felicity and ogling at her. But imagine! All these sophisticated men from the cities, all coming to Williamsburg in hope of finding a wife. Octavius: Who knew Williamsburg was so popular? Erik: It was the capital of Virginia. Mac: No, it’s 1781, so the capital has been moved to Richmond. They'll all start arriving soon, as Williamsburg is very nice during the spring. Much better than nasty old Charleston. Mac: When did the Coles live in Charleston? They came from England! That means that we'll have weeks and weeks of balls and more balls to find a suitor! I can hardly wait. All (fake): Yay! Must go now, dear diary. Mother's calling. She sounds rather annoyed about something. - Elizabeth Cole -- Dear Diary, Felicity Harley Davidson. Mrs. Benjamin Harley Davidson. Mac: Having fun? Narrator: Loads. Oh, how I wish these names were mine. They roll off the tongue quite nicely, don't they? I saw Ben today, unloading boxes to bring into the store. He had taken off his shirt, and oh! I nearly fainted. Mac: As did half the population of Williamsburg. Slaves would take off shirts, not Ben. I do believe I'm quite obsessed with him. All (shocked): NO! Elizabeth doesn't think he likes me very much. I know that the chance of him falling in love with me are slim, but how I adore him! He's so handsome, and so kind. Mac: Remus, a sappy sickness bag. STAT. Remus: Another one making you sick at your own ship? Mac: Just give it. Today, when I saw him, I simply wanted to jump on him. All: But that would be the actions of a shameless hussy, and I am no hussy. Quatre: Not if burlesquexprincess has anything to do with it. - Felicity Merriman (How I wish I could inscribe Davidson in Merriman's place) Sai: Is it over? Voldemort: For now. There are two more chapters. Take a break though. All: Thanks…? *All leave.* (Note, it's so short, I'm not going to put it in another post) *Everyone returns to the theater.* Sai: Good break. Mac: Yeah. Okay. Visitors Arrive. Elizabeth Cole walked down the street towards Felicity’s house, her straw hat in her hand, Mac: Eh, she’d probably wear silk not straw. tendrils of blonde hair loose from her bun as they swirled around her face in the breeze. The second she had gotten out of the sight of her house, she had taken it off, holding it by the pink ribbons that served to tie under her chin. Hearing the rattling of a carriage, she looked up, her eyes meeting those of two proud horses trotting down the road. She gulped. Here they came. Erik: The executioners? The carriage rattled by, but not before she looked into the carriage and spotted a young man, maybe twenty, watching her. Remus (snobby tone): I say, a wonderful day for people watching, don’t you agree? Sai (same tone): Oh yes, absolutely wonderful. She blushed darkly, then grabbed a handful of her dress, and ran to Felicity’s house, eager to tell the news. Erik: And Elizabeth rounds the bend…Oh, taken out by the PPC. Too bad. Mac: Point Erik. -- She arrived breathless at Mr. Merriman’s store, where she knew Felicity would be, pretending to help customers while really trying to get as close to Ben as possible. Quatre: I’m sure her mother would rather she be at home. Mac: Besides, subtlety isn’t Felicity’s forte. She’s more blunt and would just tell Ben outright. “Felicity!” she gasped, running up to her friend, who was looking sulky as Ben helped Annabelle choose out ribbons, as she giggled and put a hand on his arm every few seconds. All: Huh? Mac: Look, why is Annabelle still flirting with Ben? She’d probably have married a British officer by now. Felicity’s face broke into a wide smile and the panting, disheveled Elizabeth. “What?” “You won’t ever guess what I just saw!” Elizabeth let out a small giggle. “Whatever do you mean, Lizzie?” tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Felicity peered at her friend. “A carriage!” Felicity still looked puzzled. “They’re arriving! For the spring ball season!” Mac (Felicity): But there’s a war on! You can’t be thinking of the spring ball season when we are fighting for our freedom! Remus: Reason why you write the better AG stories. At this, Felicity’s face broke into a wide smile herself. “And, you’ll never guess what happened.” Taking Felicity’s arm, Elizabeth leaned forward to speak softer. “There was a man in the carriage, and he was looking at me!” Octavius: Cue the teenage giggles. Felicity let out a delighted shriek, clapping her hands. “Lizzie! That’s wonderful!” “What’s wonderful?” Ben called from over the store, a grin on his face as Annabelle began to sulk, pulling money for the ribbons from her pocket. Quatre: I can’t keep track of who is sulking! Felicity danced over to him, linking her arm through his. “The spring ball season is what’s wonderful! Ball after ball, night after night, filled with glittering and satin and new gowns!” Ben grinned, looking at Felicity with brotherly affection. Mac: You know, for my stomach, let’s leave it at that. Sai: Please? “Oh yes. Mother’s making me a new gown as we speak! That’s what I came over to tell you in the first place, darling.” Elizabeth tore Felicity away from Ben, grasping both her hands. “It’s going to be absolutely gorgeous. Mother’s been spending so much time on it. You must come over to my house so that we can get ready together.” Mac: It’ll be just like the prom! *Octavius turns on the giggles.* Felicity smiled, dimples showing. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now tell me more about this man of yours.” Erik (Elizabeth): Well, he was dressed in black and holding an axe! Remus (Felicity): Sounds lovely! -- An hour later, the two girls had relocated to Felicity’s house, talking quietly as they sipped tea. All: During the war? Mac: I don’t think burlesquexprincess realizes that there IS a war going on. Way to go, American girl! Felicity had started her usual rant about Bananabelle’s flirtations. “She just bloody throws herself at him, for God’s sake! Sai: Isn’t that what you want to do? Did you see her when you came in? I’m surprised she didn’t bloody well kiss him! Mac: Stop pretending to be British when you’re not, burlesquexprincess! It was as good as it! Even before you came in, she kept touching his chest!” All: Scandalous! Elizabeth gasped. Getting the reaction she knew she would get, Felicity continued. “I’m just wondering why she didn’t trail her hand just a bit lower, while she was at it. *Mac and Quatre cover their ears.* Mac: I’m not hearing this. I’m not hearing this. It certainly looked like she was thinking about it.” It took a second for Elizabeth to understand what Felicity meant, but once she had, she blushed a brilliant scarlet. Erik: So are Mac and Quatre. And Remus. Remus: Shut up. “Felicity!” she hissed. “It’s not good to talk of such things! It’s scandalous, even!” “I don’t bloody well care. Bananabelle can go rot in hell. Mac: What we have here is a character massacre! Felicity is not this mean! She’s going to try to violate him some day!” Elizabeth, to which the matters that conspired between husband and wife had not been very clearly explained, frowned. Sai: She’s sixteen. What is Mrs. Cole waiting for, the day AFTER the wedding night? Erik: Solves the problem. “Is it possible, for a woman to violate a man?” All except Quatre: Yes. Quatre: Really? Mac: Yes. Remus will explain it to you later. Remus: Why me? Mac: It’s either you, Erik or the Narrator. Erik and Narrator: Not it! Sai: Why wasn't I included on that list? Remus: Fine. Felicity laughed out loud, the sparkle that made men collapse at her feet leaping into her eyes. “Did no one ever tell you what happened when husband and wife share a bed?” she asked, grinning widely. *Mac grabs Quatre’s arms. They wait, to see what is going to happen* Erik: You know, this is odd now that the actress who played Felicity is now playing a pregnant teenager. Remus: Point Erik. “Well, Mother explained the night of my birthday, but she wasn’t being very clear…” she trailed off, worried as Felicity moved her chair closer. “Well, then let me explain.” Felicity said simply, putting her mouth near Elizabeth’s ear and beginning to whisper. *Quatre and Mackenzie sit down.* During her explanation, Elizabeth turned a deep scarlet, her hand permanently against her mouth in shock. “You… you must be joking.” She stammered when Felicity was done, staring at her friend with wide eyes “Besides, how do you know all this?” “That’s for me to know, and for you to know as well. My mother got rather carried away when she was describing it to me; the marriage between her and my father was one of love sprinkled with a lot of lust.” Sai: Something I did not need to know. Elizabeth regained her normal color. For a second, I thought Felicity knew from experience! she thought, shaking her head. Mac: The fact you thought it should scare you. Glancing at the clock on the mantelpiece, she started. “I have to go, Fee. Mother will be most angry with me if I am late again.” Mac (Felicity): Alright, but who is this “Fee” person? Waving goodbye, she set down the road, kicking up her heels as she ran towards her house, hat swinging from her fist, where the ribbons were becoming sweaty from her clasp. -- When she arrived at the house, she leaned against the wall, catching her breath, just as her pins gave out and her hair tumbled down over her shoulders. Remus: How convenient. Elizabeth sighed, shaking her head. Mother would give her a scolding, but there was no way around it. She couldn’t pin it back up on her own. As she walked past the parlor, she heard her mother’s voice. “Elizabeth, darling, is that you? Come in here, we have visitors.” The color drained from Elizabeth’s face, but she entered the parlor, smiling shyly, despite her mother’s stern glare. She curtsied, not wobbling an inch. Turns out those lessons and Miss Mannerly’s had paid off after all. Erik: That’s good. As she straightened, she met the dancing blue-green eyes of a young man sitting on the sofa, next to an older, stately woman. Dear Lord, she thought, It’s the man from the carriage! All: dun dun DUN! -- A/N: Bwahahaha. Cliffie. All: Umm, not really. The reason these two chapters are updated so close to each All: SPACE! other is that I already have the first couple chapters typed up. So that's good. No need to wait very long. ![]() All: Yay? Mac: Break? Voldemort: Nope. All: Damn. Mac: Chapter 2 – Dresses, Dinners, and Diaries -- "Elizabeth, darling, this is Matthew Phillips, and his aunt, Ms. Christiana Phillips. They'll be staying with us for a couple months, until the ball season calms down." Remus: Once again, how convenient. Elizabeth dimly heard her mother say this as Matthew Phillips got to his feet, bowing over her hand to brush his lips across it. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Cole." he said, his eyes dancing as a smile lit his face. She felt giddy with pleasure. He was so incredibly handsome, with his curling black hair... Mac: Which isn’t slicked back into a ponytail? "Please, call me Elizabeth." she said, restraining a giggle at the fact that he had not yet let go of her hand. She claimed it back, smiling shyly. "Elizabeth it is then - but you must call me Matthew." All: Deal. She gulped, not used to this sort of attention, this sort of blatant flirting. She heard a light cough from the sofa, and Ms. Phillips came forward, the two women curtsying to each other. "A pleasure it is to meet you, Ms. Phillips.” “And you as well. Your mother has told us all about you in the short time we’ve been here.” She smiled, softening the elegance of her features. “I daresay Matthew has been itching to meet you since we saw you walking along the road.” “Aye, I was wondering who such a beauty could be, and when I saw your mother, I recognized her in you. There could surely not be two such beautiful women who are not related.” Erik: Wow, he’s laying it on thick. Remus: Point Erik. Both Elizabeth and her mother blushed. “Well, Mr. Phillips, you’re becoming very popular among the women of my household.” Elizabeth grinned cheekily at her father, who had appeared in the doorway of the parlor. Her father smiled back, before adressing himself to Matthew “You must have them falling at your feet back in Charleston.” “Oh, not at all, sir. It must be this clean Williamsburg air, it’s getting to my head.” Elizabeth’s mother got to her feet, straightening her skirts. “Well, we’ll leave you men at it then. Elizabeth, I must show you your new dress, you’ll adore it. Christiana, won’t you please join us? I insist.” Ms. Phillips smiled, following Mrs. Cole to the sewing room, Elizabeth following in their wake. -- “Oh, Mother! I adore it! It’s wonderful!” Elizabeth picked up the dress and twirled, watching the pink silk whirl around her. Mac: I am getting really sick of the color pink. The under dress was cream silk dotted with tiny pink and light blue flowers, and a pink silk over dress above, which split in the front, revealing the under dress. Pink ribbons crossed over the chest. Quatre: Me too. “Well, try it on, dear.” Disappearing behind a curtain, the maids helped her get into all of the clothes, tightening the corset far tighter than she was used to, making her gasp and place her hands on her abdomen. Mac: Eh, it would really be stays, not a corset, but go ahead. You’re clearly stealing the scene from Pirates. Not fussing with her hair, she spun out from behind the curtain once fully dressed, turning expectantly towards her mother. Her mother and Ms. Phillips both stared. “Does it look all right?” she asked, looking around for a mirror. One of the maids had put a sheet over the full-length mirror in the room. Without a word, Ms. Phillips took the sheet off the mirror, and Elizabeth walked towards it, looking at her reflection in the glass. “I look… beautiful.” Elizabeth said, spinning. Sai: How is she not dizzy? The two other women broke into laughter, shaking their heads. “One thing men like is modesty, my dear.” Her mother told her, pretending to be angry. Her cheeks were flushed, making her eyes sparkle, and her loose hair fell over the gown, highlighting the expanse of bosom revealed by the low cut bodice. *All slap their foreheads.* “I adore it, Mother.” She said, clasping her mother in her arms. Mrs. Cole stepped back. “Be careful now, I wouldn’t want you messing your beautiful dress up. Slip it off, it’s almost time for dinner, in any case." -- Dinner was an interesting affair. Elizabeth kept on being distracted as Matthew made eye contact over the bowl of potatoes set between them. Remus: Sappy sickness bags? Octavius: Please? Her mother and father sat at opposite ends of the table, and Annabelle, Ms. Phillips, and Mrs. Cole chatted about latest fashions at one end, while Mr. Cole and some of his business partners discussed business matters at the other end. Erik: So, how about that war? That left Elizabeth and Matthew in the middle, neither one wanting to join either conversation. Mac: Great. Awkward silence. Conversationally, over dessert, Matthew remarked, “You’re not a very proper girl, Elizabeth.” All: The HELL? Elizabeth frowned. “Whatever do you mean?” “The first time I see you, you are walking along the road unattended, your hat in your hand.” He grinned impishly at her. “And the second time, you walk into your parlor with your hair down.” Elizabeth wrinkled her nose at him, taking a sip of wine. “You’d have wanted to take your hat off to feel the sun on your face, as well, and as for the second instance, my pins simply fell out just as I was entering the house.” Quatre: Can we get the SKIP! button to light up? She raised both eyebrows at him as he chuckled. “I’m not complaining.” “You are a shameless flirt, Mr. Phillips. I declare, you probably use these lines on every single girl you meet. You should be ashamed of yourself.” “I do not use that line!” he protested, pretending to be affronted. “I use variations of it, but it is never exactly the same. After all, there are many girls in Charleston who are actually very proper.” Elizabeth laughed, throwing her head back. “You are incorrigible, Mr. Phillips. Does your mother know you are like this?” “Of course not, she’d be appalled. Her poor heart would give out. Besides, I don’t do this with every girl, just you. You bring out the worst in me.” *All fall asleep.* Elizabeth just shook her head, turning towards her mother as she asked a question, and Matthew Phillips was left admiring Ms. Cole’s handsome profile for the rest of the dinner. -- Later, Elizabeth lay on her bed, pulling out her diary from where she had hidden it behind her headboard. Dear Diary, The Phillips arrived today. A certain Matthew Phillips, and his aunt, a Ms. Phillips. They are most congenial. Matthew Phillips in particular. He is tall, as tall as Father, with blue-green eyes, curling black hair, and a wicked smile. All: Wicked? He is perhaps the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but Mother always warned me about handsome charming men. Apparently, they’re nothing but trouble. Ms. Phillips is very nice. A widow – her husband died a few years ago, and she’s been acting as a chaperone for Matthew since then. He certainly needs one, at least. Mother and the maids finished my gown! It’s lovely. And it’s only the one for the first ball. Mother says a proper lady needs at least four ball gowns. She says she’ll make me five! I can hardly wait. Annabelle and Felicity are going to have to battle it out for Ben’s affections. Mac: Not really. I can’t see Mr. Cole agreeing to the match! Mr. Merriman on the other hand… I really don’t think he sees Felicity as anything other than a sister, as much as that may break poor Fee’s heart. Mac: Aww…I’m not feeling bad about my ship. Damn you! But I do think he likes her more than Annabelle. Ben’s very much older than us, however. All: SIX YEARS! He was probably having – oh, how to put this – tumbles with women when we were ten. All: Even though Fee’s perfectly lovely at sixteen, I don’t think he’ll ever see her as more than the gangly ten year olds we were. On that note, Felicity was saying the most scandalous things today. She explained to me much better than Mother did about the relations between man and wife. She says her mother told her, but I could tell she wishes she had learned from experience (with Ben, of course). Oh Dear Lord, now I’m the one thinking dirty things. I do wonder what it would be like, however. I wonder if Matthew Phillips knows. Of course he does, with that silver tongue of his, he’s probably known since forever. Oh, these are horrible things to think. And not very ladylike thoughts to write in my diary, either. I doubt this is what Mother had in mind when she gave me this. I'm going to sleep. And not think nasty thoughts. All: Please! - Elizabeth Cole P. S. I suppose I haven't been truly honest with you, dear diary. I would rather like it if Matthew Phillips kissed me. All: Ooh… Sai: Are we done now? Voldemort: Yes. Also, I don’t know why you were keeping points. They don’t count. All: Damn it. Voldemort: But I, being a merciful master, have decided to send you to America to celebrate. All: Yay! |
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