Humor Me {Book One of VEX}
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Oh, good, it posted!! I wasn't sure, because my internet went quite funky after I tried to post... 
Yeah, Harold is quite a git. Hope you understand why he must go.
Yeah, Harold is quite a git. Hope you understand why he must go.
QueenSusanofNarnia
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Yeah, I've been working on chapter two, so it'll be up soon.
QueenSusanofNarnia
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Hey all...chapter two has me in quite a knot at the mo', and I've only just gotten home from my musical rehersal, so...but I'll TRY and have it up as soon as I can!!
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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ok!!!! We can wait.
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Chapter Two: Plans in the Making
Sitting on the back porch of her house, Schuyler thought about every single moment people asked her if she and Todd were dating. Every time she would have to laugh it off, though she really, desperately wanted to say, Why, yes, we are. But he was her best friend in the entire world. That would be…weird. Well, that’s at least what she told herself. Told herself to stop thinking about it. And stop wishing, hoping for what would be too good to be true.
"Honestly, you are not going back to your house,” Todd told her, running his fingers through a strand of her hair. “He even calls you ‘Schutney’, which everyone – everyone – knows you hate. If he cared about you…just, never mind, okay?”
Schuyler thought for a moment before speaking. “I want to wait for my mother. I want to wait for her to come home, and tell her to go somewhere safe.”
Todd, however, shook her head. “I’m sorry, Schuyler. But I’m not…God, I’m surprised he hasn’t come out here with that shotgun in his study.”
Schuyler smirked. “You know me well enough to know I’m not a dumb idiot, that the first moment of violence would call for that stupid thing to be dismantled.”
Todd looked at her, smiling slightly. “You are too good.” He reached forward and took the bottle of water she was holding.
“You didn’t expect me to leave a fully-loaded shotgun within a hundred miles of him?” She rolled her eyes as he took a sip of the water. “Give that back.” She took the water back and recapped it, saying, “Now. The plan of action. It’s summer, right? July…God, July! July, July, July…that gives us time. And we don’t have to talk to anyone, do we? No. So, let’s think. I go with you, away. You’re going to –?”
“Perevell Cottage, yeah,” Todd nodded, taking the water back. His family owned a small cottage in the South of France, where they went every July. For two weeks, they stayed there, and Schuyler usually flew over with Todd’s brother’s girlfriend to stay for a week.
“Cool, but…”
“…I don’t think you should wait for Josie,” Todd finished, speaking for both of them, nodding. “I know. Josie’ll understand if she has to fly alone. John will probably wait to go with her.”
Their plan was falling in place. A plan five years in the making. Since they were nine years old, Schuyler and Todd had been planning Schuyler’s escape from her father. After forty-three notebooks filled and hours and hours of secret planning and suspicious questions from the maid and from Janet and from even Harold himself, questions about their hours spent discussing in whispers in Schuyler’s room, after all those hours and notebook pages and pencils and pens used up, their plans had come to this. She was running away with Todd to the South of France, where she would stay for the rest of the summer, and during those warm, summer days, she’d figure something out. What to do with the rest of her life. She couldn’t stay there forever. After all, the only French she spoke was Je ne parle pas le Français. Which, ironically, meant I don’t speak French.
“When are your parents leaving?” Schuyler asked quietly.
“Oh.” Todd’s lips formed a tiny ‘o’ that showed she’d brought up a problem.
“They’re not leaving yet.” It wasn’t a question. Schuyler’s voice was quiet and slightly tight.
"No, but I think they’d let us go alone, don’t you?” Todd told her, leaning his back against a pillar and sighing. “They wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, they’d let a fourteen year old boy and girl go to a cottage in the South of France alone for two weeks,” Schuyler rolled her eyes.
“They wouldn’t if it was any other girl,” Todd shrugged. “They like you and trust us.”
Schuyler sighed, then a voice behind them – a small, woman’s voice – said, “Miss Schuyler?”
Schuyler turned her head and saw the maid, Lana, standing in the shadows.
“Yes?”
“Miss Schuyler, Mr. Star sent me to tell you not to bother coming in for dinner tonight,” Lana said, looking at her feet.
“That’s fine, she’ll eat at my place,” Todd told Lana. Lana smiled and returned inside. Schuyler knew that Lana cared about her, and that she only stayed working for Harold because she couldn’t bear to leave Schuyler alone.
Schuyler turned back to Todd, suddenly serious. “You know, my father could call the police and tell them you kidnapped me.”
Todd frowned and said, “Can a kid kidnap another kid?"
Schuyler laughed. “Todd, you are…"
“I am what?”
Schuyler laughed again and Todd frowned. “You are…awesome.” She leaned forward and hugged him. Then he jumped, pulling out his cell phone.
“Hello? Oh, hi, John…Schuyler’s house…probably, yeah.” Todd’s frown deepened as he said, “No. No, John, it’s fine. Yeah, I’m sure. Okay, say hi to Josie. Bye.”
“What was that about?” Schuyler asked as he stowed the phone away.
“John can’t make it to dinner tonight, so it looks like it’s just you and me!” Todd rubbed his hands together, but Schuyler groaned. “What?”
“Remember last time you cooked?” She muttered. “I personally am not a fan of lasagna topped with melted plastic.”
Sitting on the back porch of her house, Schuyler thought about every single moment people asked her if she and Todd were dating. Every time she would have to laugh it off, though she really, desperately wanted to say, Why, yes, we are. But he was her best friend in the entire world. That would be…weird. Well, that’s at least what she told herself. Told herself to stop thinking about it. And stop wishing, hoping for what would be too good to be true.
"Honestly, you are not going back to your house,” Todd told her, running his fingers through a strand of her hair. “He even calls you ‘Schutney’, which everyone – everyone – knows you hate. If he cared about you…just, never mind, okay?”
Schuyler thought for a moment before speaking. “I want to wait for my mother. I want to wait for her to come home, and tell her to go somewhere safe.”
Todd, however, shook her head. “I’m sorry, Schuyler. But I’m not…God, I’m surprised he hasn’t come out here with that shotgun in his study.”
Schuyler smirked. “You know me well enough to know I’m not a dumb idiot, that the first moment of violence would call for that stupid thing to be dismantled.”
Todd looked at her, smiling slightly. “You are too good.” He reached forward and took the bottle of water she was holding.
“You didn’t expect me to leave a fully-loaded shotgun within a hundred miles of him?” She rolled her eyes as he took a sip of the water. “Give that back.” She took the water back and recapped it, saying, “Now. The plan of action. It’s summer, right? July…God, July! July, July, July…that gives us time. And we don’t have to talk to anyone, do we? No. So, let’s think. I go with you, away. You’re going to –?”
“Perevell Cottage, yeah,” Todd nodded, taking the water back. His family owned a small cottage in the South of France, where they went every July. For two weeks, they stayed there, and Schuyler usually flew over with Todd’s brother’s girlfriend to stay for a week.
“Cool, but…”
“…I don’t think you should wait for Josie,” Todd finished, speaking for both of them, nodding. “I know. Josie’ll understand if she has to fly alone. John will probably wait to go with her.”
Their plan was falling in place. A plan five years in the making. Since they were nine years old, Schuyler and Todd had been planning Schuyler’s escape from her father. After forty-three notebooks filled and hours and hours of secret planning and suspicious questions from the maid and from Janet and from even Harold himself, questions about their hours spent discussing in whispers in Schuyler’s room, after all those hours and notebook pages and pencils and pens used up, their plans had come to this. She was running away with Todd to the South of France, where she would stay for the rest of the summer, and during those warm, summer days, she’d figure something out. What to do with the rest of her life. She couldn’t stay there forever. After all, the only French she spoke was Je ne parle pas le Français. Which, ironically, meant I don’t speak French.
“When are your parents leaving?” Schuyler asked quietly.
“Oh.” Todd’s lips formed a tiny ‘o’ that showed she’d brought up a problem.
“They’re not leaving yet.” It wasn’t a question. Schuyler’s voice was quiet and slightly tight.
"No, but I think they’d let us go alone, don’t you?” Todd told her, leaning his back against a pillar and sighing. “They wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, they’d let a fourteen year old boy and girl go to a cottage in the South of France alone for two weeks,” Schuyler rolled her eyes.
“They wouldn’t if it was any other girl,” Todd shrugged. “They like you and trust us.”
Schuyler sighed, then a voice behind them – a small, woman’s voice – said, “Miss Schuyler?”
Schuyler turned her head and saw the maid, Lana, standing in the shadows.
“Yes?”
“Miss Schuyler, Mr. Star sent me to tell you not to bother coming in for dinner tonight,” Lana said, looking at her feet.
“That’s fine, she’ll eat at my place,” Todd told Lana. Lana smiled and returned inside. Schuyler knew that Lana cared about her, and that she only stayed working for Harold because she couldn’t bear to leave Schuyler alone.
Schuyler turned back to Todd, suddenly serious. “You know, my father could call the police and tell them you kidnapped me.”
Todd frowned and said, “Can a kid kidnap another kid?"
Schuyler laughed. “Todd, you are…"
“I am what?”
Schuyler laughed again and Todd frowned. “You are…awesome.” She leaned forward and hugged him. Then he jumped, pulling out his cell phone.
“Hello? Oh, hi, John…Schuyler’s house…probably, yeah.” Todd’s frown deepened as he said, “No. No, John, it’s fine. Yeah, I’m sure. Okay, say hi to Josie. Bye.”
“What was that about?” Schuyler asked as he stowed the phone away.
“John can’t make it to dinner tonight, so it looks like it’s just you and me!” Todd rubbed his hands together, but Schuyler groaned. “What?”
“Remember last time you cooked?” She muttered. “I personally am not a fan of lasagna topped with melted plastic.”
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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great! can't wait for more!!
QueenSusanofNarnia
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Yay!! Luckily I have a 3-day weekend and not a lot of homework, so I'll have plenty of time to work on it!!!
Luckily I have a 3-day weekend and not a lot of homework, so I'll have plenty of time to work on it!!!
QueenSusanofNarnia
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Aw, shucks, merci buckets...
QueenSusanofNarnia
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I've got to go take a shower now, but I'll be back and finishing up chapter four!!
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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yea!!! can't wait!!
QueenSusanofNarnia
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I know, I'm so bad...lol anyway, Chapter 4 is actually taking a REALLLLLY long time, I don't know why...and I've also joined my Tae Kwon Do school's Jr. Olympics team, so I have a lot less time than I do now, so....I'm not sure now when I'll post ch. 4...but sooooooon.
QueenSusanofNarnia
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LOL i'm sorry, love....Gosh, I am definatly turning into Half-Blood Prince - remember, he started a new story every week, and never finished!! lol...
SusanTheGentleHornblower
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JUST POST THE STORY!!!!!!!!!! sorry, I'm done now.
sorry, I'm done now.