Re: ByeByeBrownie Fanfiction
Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2019 10:17 pm
Aw, thank you! I really enjoy writing for them.
By the way, I am in need of a new chapter from you soon!!
By the way, I am in need of a new chapter from you soon!!
A Gathering Place for Adventures in Odyssey Fans Everywhere
Great fan fiction! Keep writing! (btw, if you want to enter a fan fiction contest, see here: http://odyssey-news.com/2020/08/28/my-f ... mpetition/. It's my website). I am writing a fanfic about Mandy and Trent, and I don't really ship the either, oh wellByeByeBrownie wrote: ↑Tue Sep 01, 2020 10:23 pmWoof, this is kind of a long one for me. I can't decide if I love it or hate it. XD Let me know what you think!
Chapter 7Connie’s POV:
“Jules, where did you put my hairspray?” I hollered from the top of the stairs.
“Oh, sorry, it’s in my room on the dresser,” she yelled back up at me.
“Naturally,” I muttered, rushing off to give my hair a quick touch-up before Jeff arrived.
“Hey, wait!” Jules called after me. “Step out on the stairs to I can see you!”
I reluctantly obliged, struggling to keep my balance atop my high heels, which were already pinching the feeling out of my toes.
“Wow, Connie, that dress is killer!” She gushed.
I shot her a questioning look. “That’s a good thing, I hope?”
She giggled. “Of course it is. You look amazing.”
“Well, thanks, I guess,” I responded doubtfully, dashing off to my room before she could make more of a fuss over me.
I hoped she was telling the truth. Whatever I looked like, I felt like a fish out of water. The flashy red evening gown I wore was definitely a far cry from my typical sweater and jeans combo. I’d picked the simplest option Jules had presented to me at the mall, but it was still the fanciest (and most expensive) dress I had ever owned.
In addition to the dress, Jules had insisted I wear lipstick, which was about as foreign to me as the menus at La Chalet. It felt strange and sticky against my skin and made me feel immensely self-conscious every time I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. It looked good, I guess. It just didn’t look like me.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror above my dresser, barely recognizing the person staring back at me. Am I forgetting anything? I asked myself, trying to collect my racing thoughts.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, nearly startling me out of my skin. With trembling fingers, I grabbed my shimmery black clutch purse and began a hasty descent down the stairs.
Jules stopped me short at the bottom.
“No, no, no—go back upstairs for a minute or something.”
“Why?” I shot her a confused glance.
“You can’t come to the door right away. You have to make him wait a little bit.”
“Again, why? And wouldn’t that be…rude?” I protested.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re late for everything else anyway.”
“Hey, I’ve been working on that. And besides—”
She cut me off. “Connie. Just shoo.”
And with that, she waved me away upstairs.
Back in my room and not quite sure what to do with myself, I sat down on the edge of my bed and strained to hear as Jules welcomed Jeff inside.
“Hey, Jeff! Come on in. She’ll just be a minute.”
She introduced him to Gigi, and he greeted her cordially. It amazed me how effortlessly he was able to make conversation, even with a complete stranger.
How long is “a minute or something”? I wondered, nervously fidgeting with my necklace. After a while, there was a lull in the conversation, and I decided it had been long enough. I stood, looked myself over in the mirror once more and headed for the stairs.
My breath caught in my throat as he came into view. He looked absolutely stunning. His ebony suit superbly complimented his dark eyes, enhancing their boyish sparkle. I gripped the stair rail as I made my descent, careful to avoid any missteps.
Our eyes met, and my heart gave a weird thump. I was grateful when he spoke first.
“Wow, Connie, you look beautiful.” He sounded sincere enough, but I couldn’t be sure if he meant it, or if he was just being polite.
“Really?” I half-croaked, unintentionally crinkling up my nose at the compliment. “Uh, I mean, thanks. You look great, too. Really, really great.” No, no, no, no. Too much. I felt my cheeks flush. My eyes flickered over to Jules, imploring her to come to my rescue. She read my signal and snapped into action.
“So, uh, how long are you party animals planning on staying out tonight?” she asked, interrupting the awkward silence I’d created.
“As late as our parents will let us, I suppose,” Jeff joked back. “What do you think, Connie? You don’t turn into a pumpkin at midnight or anything, do you?”
I laughed stiffly and opened up the hall closet to rummage for my dress coat, suddenly wishing I’d remembered to have it dry cleaned. I fished it out and flung it over my left arm, fumbling for the other sleeve with my right.
“May I?” I hadn’t heard him come up behind me, and the closeness of his voice startled me. I nodded silently. Then, ever-so-gently, he lifted the offending sleeve and guided it over my flailing arm.
“Thanks.” I forced another awkward laugh and then just stood there for a moment, staring up at him. Why had I suddenly lost all ability to speak and act like a normal human being?
“So, are you ready to go?” he finally asked.
“Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah.”
“After you, then.”
He swept the door open and gestured for me to go on ahead of him.
It took extra concentration to keep from crashing down the front steps in those wretched shoes, but I made it without mishap.
He followed me out to his sleek, black Mazda and held the door open for me as I ducked into the passenger seat.
An instant later, he was beside me in the driver’s seat, starting the engine.
“Are you cold?” he asked, holding one hand experimentally in front of the heat vent. “I can turn up the heat if you want.”
I shrugged. “Nah, I’m good, thanks.”
“Okay, just promise me you’ll tell me if you’re not comfortable.”
I nodded. I did, in fact, feel quite uncomfortable, but it wasn’t because of the temperature. I noticed my hands were trembling as I locked my seatbelt in place. Why was I so nervous? It was just an evening out with a friend. Nothing to be nervous about, right?
He turned the radio dial to the Christmas music station, and I felt a silly smile spread across my face. Most people teased me about my soundtrack of choice during this time of year, but Jeff indulged it gladly.
I caught the answering sparkle in his eye as he shifted the gear and started to back out of the driveway.
“Hey, listen.” His voice was calm and reassuring—I figured he must have sensed my nervous energy. “I’m so glad you agreed to come with me tonight, Connie. There are going to be some really great people there that I can’t wait for you to meet.”
“Like who?” I asked.
For some reason, I hadn’t considered the fact that I’d potentially be meeting dozens of strangers at this event. Strangers who would ask me all kinds of questions about my career, my relationships, where I was going in life. All the kinds of questions I never had a good answer to.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” His answer broke into my thoughts.
“Wait and see what?”
“You asked me who I wanted you to meet tonight.” He paused briefly. “Are you feeling okay? You seem kind of distracted.”
“Yeah, I’m okay. There’s just a lot on my mind right now.”
He nodded knowingly. “Yeah, I know. I guess I was just hoping tonight might help take your mind off everything.”
I smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Jeff. I really appreciate that.”
“You’re going to have a great time tonight. I promise.” His smile gave me butterflies.
Suddenly, before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
He shrugged agreeably. “Go for it.”
“Okay, um…” I took a deep breath. It was too late to back out now. “Is this…like…a date?” The words tumbled out like melted ice cream from a spilled milkshake.
He raised an eyebrow and took his eyes off the road for a brief moment to venture a glance at me. “Would you like it to be?”
“Um…yes? NO. I don’t know…maybe?” I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.
He laughed. “Well, which is it?”
“Well, uh…I’d kinda rather hear what you think first, so I don’t embarrass myself.”
“So I’m on the hook now, huh?” He laughed again.
“I’m sorry, I just—” He didn’t let me finish.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I was just kidding.” He took a deep breath and then continued. “To be honest, it’s an easy answer for me. Yes, Connie. Without a question. You are an amazing woman, and I would be honored if you might consider me as, well…more than a friend.”
“Oh, wow, uh, okay.” I started to babble, a million thoughts racing through my mind all at once.
He immediately looked concerned. “Was it okay that I said that?”
“No, no, no,” I stammered. “I mean—yes, it’s totally okay. I just…didn’t expect it.”
“Why not?” He looked a little bewildered. “You mean a lot to me, Connie. And I hope I’ve shown you that.”
He had shown me, hadn’t he? The late-night text conversations when I’d wake up missing Mom. The random grocery deliveries that always seemed to show up at exactly the right times. The hours-long talks about God and about life. He’d invested a lot in me over the past few years. And he’d come to mean a lot to me, too.
“You have, Jeff. And I…” I couldn’t think of the right words to say. “Thank you.”
He looked at me and smiled, his eyes meeting mine and filling in the rest of the unsaid words between us.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take us long after that to slip back into our typical easy, friendly chatter. I was almost sorry when we pulled up at the valet stand and had to go inside.
My eyes widened as we entered the enormous, brightly-lit room. Every inch of the place was decked out in holiday splendor.
“It’s beautiful,” I gasped.
“I knew you’d like it.”
I hoped he didn’t find my amazement too childish.
A man in a white tuxedo walked by, carrying a tray of delicate stemware filled with bubbly amber liquid. Jeff stealthily swept two glasses from the tray and handed one to me. Following my questioning gaze, he stooped down and whispered, “It’s sparkling cider.”
I giggled a bit foolishly and took a sip.
The rest of the evening went by almost in a blur. Jeff made me feel instantly at home with everyone he introduced me to and invited me to join in on every conversation. I couldn’t imagine anything I had to say was really all that interesting, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. He hung on my every word, as if each one were of utmost importance.
But then again, he was always like that—attentive and considerate, always making sure the other person knew they mattered.
And with every new acquaintance, I felt myself growing more and more proud to be by his side.I don't even ship Connie and Jeff. Like, what in the world is going on here, fellas?
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