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Date Posted: Thu, Jul 03 2003, 5:19pm PDT
Author: .mcallistor.family.
Subject: [every subject line will be a thought from a diff. char, just match up the colors. :-)].i.want.to.get.free.
In reply to: Erica - Di 's message, "I'll.be.strong.passerby.." on Thu, Jul 03 2003, 4:34pm PDT

Emma squirmed nervously at Justin's side. She hated being here... and doing this. She wanted to sheild Justin from all the crap her Mom would put him through... but it was impossible to do that. Just impossible. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, hazel eyes drawn to his -- an overly apologetic expression within their pupils. "I didn't want you to have to be here.... and go through all this. It's bullshit... they're bullshit, really." The comment was said quickly, also in fear that Mommy and Daddy not so dearest would hear her. Clearly her throat a little, and throwing on her perfect daughter mask, she straightened up and composed herself. "This is Justin, Mom... Uh, Dad. He's... we're... y'know, going out. He's my boyfriend."



Owen's deep brown eyes dropped to focus on Erica's hand -- the hand that was entwined with his. The feeling of Erica's hand within his own was something that could easily calm Owen, and boost his confidence all at once. She was here with him, and from her latter performance -- he knew she was dealing with the situation, which meant he had to as well... And if not for her sake, then for his. "I'll tell them," He finally stated boldly, suddenly aware of how much he really didn't care if his parents approved or not of the connection related to his love that he was willing to make with Erica. An easy smile tore itself onto his features as he tenderly looked down 'pon Erica, bravery rising within him as each second passed by. Suddenly, he glanced up to meet of eyes of his weathered parents 'fore her spoke boldy. "Mom, Dad... Erica is my fiancee'. In a few months, we're going to have our wedding... We're going to be husband and wife. Do you understand what I'm saying?"


Joe sort of just marveled at Di's performance of confidence as she spoke to his parents, who he figured would have been the two most intimidating strangers for the small girl to ever meet. Inwardly, her was damned proud of Di... I mean, she'd handled herself brilliantly and Joe was very envious of her at the moment, simply because he wished he could act that way 'round his Mother and Father. But no... he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to. He had to stay in line, as their perfect son... because that's all he was, and would ever be. Joe shook himself out of his thoughts as Di's whispered words may 'way to his sensitives lobes. Even though her request was for him to laugh, he couldn't help but not... I mean, the girl was funny, as where he words and the truth in them. Chuckling now, and totally aware of what a jerk he was making himself out to be in front of his parents, he grabbed Dis arm and murmured a quick, "Excuse us..." to the poor other spectators as he pulled himself and Di out of the horribly uncomfortable situation. Once they were far enough away, he stopped her and caught his breath. With a genuine smile, Joe combed both broad hands through his curly, brown hair, 'fore chuckling, "Look what you made me do! They'll have my head for this... Bad, bad, bad Di."


Mrs. McAllistor scrutenized all three of the unknown people; Di, Erica and Justin, before finally nodding sharply at Justin. "Did you not understand my request?" She hissed, her green eyes narrowing to dangerously tiny slits. "I asked who you were, and what you were -- not your fucking name, Justin!" After her second outburst today, Susan straightened up and smoothed out her skirt, hair, and blouse 'fore pasting on a sickly sweet smile. "Now, following Erica's example...." The elderly bitch turned to glance at Erica, a bit of a smile 'cross her dry lips,"...try again." As if suddenly forgetting that Justin was stil 'round, Susan leaned in towards her daughter and growled, "Really Emma.... You could have done better..." Mr. McAllistor witnessed the whole episode 'tween his wife and Justin silently, all he felt was sorry for the poor bastard. Turning to Erica, Mr. McAllistor outstretched a warm and weathered hand to Erica, having found her deemed fit to shake his hand. James' face allowed itself a full-fledged smile at Erica's statement and he sucked a short breath 'fore murmuring, "I'm impressed, Miss Moore... You're current financial position is much better then I expected, although you could always improve... but then again, that's what the lottery is for." Hardly anyone noticed Joe and Di leave in the wake of all that was happening at the moment... even though Joe's breif outburst of laughter had sincerily annoyed both his Mother and Father. Everything and anything seemed to be pushed aside and forgotten as Owen made the huge announcement. Mrs. and Mr. McAllistor turned to face Erica and Owen, their mouths hanging open and their eyes wide. "M-M-Married?" James stuttered, glancing from one to the other in disbelief. Owen, married? It seemed impossible! "Well... at least you picked a girl with money," James concluded boldly, smiling down 'pon his son and his fiancee' proudly. Susan sort of paused for a moment 'fore glaring at Erica and growling, "You are planning on having grand-children?" Somehow when Mrs. McAllistor asked the question, it sounded as if she was ordering Erica to have kids... as if there was no choice. Right, Mr. and Mrs. McAllistor really knew how to congratulate, huh?


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