Our blog project group has once again changed by one member, but I'm still calling it Blog Project 3.0. The newest member is
Darwin Shrugged, a friend of Froggie's. I recently got to know her better through "52 Stories" and I look forward to what she has to say on the upcoming topics.
This week, I chose the topic:
Let's exercise our writing muscles. Write a short fiction story about anything you want.c
First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic:
Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock
This week's topic was inspired when I read a short story my friend did in a blog post. That inspired me to look at some of my past fiction pieces and made me want to write something fictional again, as a result. I also shared a story I wrote in high school with my older son, as it was age appropriate for him. He brought up that I mentioned a lot of pop culture references. I guess I couldn't escape that side of me, even back then. Today's story is no different...
Forever Dawson
Chloe was all set to watch another marathon of her favorite TV show of all time,
Dawson's Creek. She had her bowl of spaghetti, a glass of Diet Coke, and her DVD remote control sitting on the tray table set up in front of her couch. This was her Sunday night ritual before having to start another grueling work week. Before she even had the first strands of spaghetti twirled around her fork, the familiar music came on.
"I don't want to wait for our lives to be over..."
However, her DVD hadn't even queued up yet. Of course, it was the ring tone on her phone. Given that she didn't get calls that often, she almost forgot she set it up that way.
"Hello," she said rather impatiently, as she was itching to get started with her marathon.
"Clo, are you sitting down for this?!?" Her best friend, Amelia, sounded like she had just run a different kind of marathon.
"I am now," she said, making her way to the edge of the couch.
"You'll never guess who's coming to Fairleigh next week! Oh, I'll just tell you. James Van Der Beek!"
Chloe nearly dropped the phone from the surprise and excitement. Dawson. Her Dawson would be in a mall 15 minutes from her house!
"Clo? You still there?"
"Yes. What's the story here?"
"Well, you know that book he wrote about his life?
Straight from the Beek?"
"Yeah. Go on."
"He's signing copies at the Barnes and Noble! He might even be speaking first. Can you believe it? You finally get to meet Dawson!"
Chloe's head was spinning from the excitement and she couldn't think straight. She tried to get herself together so she could get off the phone and drool over him while she still had a few hours left to watch TV before going to bed.
"So, when is this happening?"
Please say it's not when I have to be at work, Chloe thought. Then again, she'd fake illness and even risk her job to meet Dawson!
"Saturday at four o'clock. Wanna drive over together?"
"Oh, totally!"
"Great. I'll catch up with you this week. Later."
Chloe pressed the end button before Amelia could say more. She couldn't concentrate to eat or watch her marathon at this point. Letting her dinner go cold, she went to her closet to find an outfit that would make Dawson forget about both Joey
and Jen.
***
Saturday couldn't come soon enough. While Chloe was stocking shelves, making copies, filing papers and doing the other mundane office chores she was given, she kept thinking of what she would say to Dawson when she got to meet him. Should she just tell him how she was his biggest fan or would that sound too dorky? Should she flirt a little and see if he flirted back? Maybe she would let him speak first and be all coy with him in response. Maybe Amelia could help lead her into a conversation, like a wing-woman. Then Dawson would learn how amazing Chloe was and would ask her on a date right in the middle of signing her book. They'd go out for dinner and dancing and then he'd kiss her chastely in front of her apartment building before she went back inside. He'd ask for her number and she'd enter it into his phone. He'd call her every night to talk about what they did during the day.
"CHLOE JENSEN!" Her thoughts were interrupted by Helen, her supervisor. "Stop staring off and get those papers filed already! You are needed in the supply room to do inventory at three and it's 2:45 already.
Flustered, Chloe dropped all the papers she was holding, scattering them all over the floor.
"Dammit, Chloe. What are we going to do with you? You better get your act together. Do you know how many girls would kill to have your job?"
Yeah, kill. Themselves, that is!
"Are you going to stand there and do nothing?!? Pick up those papers. You'll have to file them later. Annie needs you to help her with inventory before she sends out a shipment tonight. Hope you can stay later to finish your filing because it still needs to be done by the time you leave today, whenever that is."
Chloe trudged to the supply room, buoyed only by the fact that Saturday was two days away and then Dawson could take her away from this joke of a job.
***
Finally, it was what Chloe hoped to be the best day of her life. She chose an outfit that gave way to a subtle sexiness. It was a combo of Joey and Jen and it made her feel even more confident. She even splurged on a blowout and a mani-pedi. Amelia ended up having to do some errands that day, so they just met up at the mall. They decided to head over earlier, anticipating a large crowd. They weren't wrong about the crowd, but the line was already stretching to the other end of the mall, by JC Penney and the children's play area. People must have camped out there. Chloe practically had to shout to be heard over the screaming toddlers running around and climbing everywhere. She tapped her foot impatiently, hoping that would make the line move faster. Besides, how could Dawson even look at any of these other girls when she was clearly the one he should be with.
"Would you stop that already?" Amelia gently placed her foot over Chloe's, slowing the tapping.
"Oh, sorry."
"Anyway, I was saying, want me to run over to the food court and get some burgers from McDonald's?"
"No thanks. I don't want to smell like a Big Mac when I meet Dawson."
"Suit yourself. I'm going over anyway. Not like the line will go anywhere before I get back. Want some fries?"
"Can you just get me a Diet Coke? Actually, then I'll have to go to the bathroom and I don't want to somehow miss my chance to meet Dawson."
"Alrighty then. Be back in a few."
While Chloe was waiting for Amelia to keep her company again, she pulled out her iPhone and checked her e-mail. It was the usual junk mail from dating sites, asking her to join for a reduced rate of $12 a month. Like that was going to happen on her ridiculously small earnings. She hit the delete button several times and then closed it out and went to Facebook instead. The latest postings from the James Van Der Beek fan page showed several pictures that his fans were tweeting from today's signing. They were taking too long to load though, so she went back to her news feed to check out what some of her other friends, if she could even call them that, were posting. Most of her so-called "friends" on Facebook were women she met on fan pages for
Dawson's Creek. The rest of her news feed material came from the fan pages themselves. She also saw a post about an acquaintance whom she knew from Amelia, tagging Amelia to congratulate her on something. There wasn't any more information to go on, since she wasn't Facebook friends with this girl and couldn't see any of the comments as a result.
At that moment, Amelia came back. "I got you an ice cream cone. Thought it would be the safest bet."
"Thanks." She pocketed her phone and took the cone, being careful not to get it anywhere close to her clothes. "So....what is Katie congratulating you about?"
Amelia blushed. "Oh, nothing important."
"You know you can tell me what's going on in your life. We are friends, right?"
"It's really not a big deal and I'd prefer not to talk about it right now. Let's just focus on meeting Dawson."
Miffed, Chloe decided not to give up so easily. "Seriously, Aims. I'm going to find out one way or another. Just spill. I'll be excited for you no matter what."
"Remember that test I had to study for a few weeks ago? Well, I passed. That's all."
"Okaaaaaay. Why do you need to be congratulated over taking a test?"
"If you must know, I passed the Bar. I am going to be a lawyer."
"Wow. Congrats, Aims! That's awesome!"
"You're not upset?"
"Why would I be upset? I have no interest in becoming a lawyer or the amount of work it takes to even get into law school."
"That's good then. Katie told me not to say anything to you because she thought you might be jealous."
"Well, is Katie in line to meet Dawson?"
"It's James. Not Dawson. James."
"Whatever. Katie can stuff it. She can't even make the effort to friend me on Facebook, so why should I care what she thinks? Anyway, the line is moving forward. We're halfway there!"
Amelia's phone started ringing at that time. "Clo, I'll be right back. I have to take this."
"Okay. Don't be long. I have a feeling the line will be moving along even faster soon." Chloe's heart started hammering against her chest as she eagerly waited her turn to finally meet Dawson.
"I'm back. We moved two steps forward, huh?"
"Who was that?"
"My sister. She's coming in from San Francisco for Thanksgiving this year and wanted to make sure I had the space for her to stay over."
"Cool. What's she up to these days?"
"Just working and volunteering a lot."
"That's good."
The line started moving forward again. There was even a clock with the wait time posted like at an amusement park. Only 20 minutes to go. Chloe took out her mirror and studied her reflection, making sure she didn't have ice cream all over her mouth.
Several women walked past her in the opposite direction, but she could hear their conversation.
"James is so hot! He was looking right at me when he signed my book! Maybe I should go back there later..."
"Gina, he looks at all the girls that way."
The last remark made Chloe's heart thud. She covered her chest because she worried people could hear it beating. There was no way Dawson looked at every girl in the eyes while signing their books. Even if that happened, he'd take one look into her eyes and none of the other girls would matter.
While the line felt like it was still dragging along, Chloe pulled out the latest Sophie Kinsella novel from her bag to keep her mind occupied. Maybe that would help make the 20 minutes fly by. Sophie always made her laugh and took her away from her awful job and her lack of real friends. Even Amelia, who was nice enough to join her today, could bore her to tears with talk about her law internships and she sometimes even acted like Chloe didn't have her act together. Given that she barely spent time with her family, she could see herself moving to another city and starting over. She could find a better job that focused on her event planning skills instead of doing grunt work at an office, where she had no clue what the company even did to begin with.
Before she knew it, they were inside Barnes and Noble, making their way over to the table where Dawson sat with a sign over his head saying "Meet James Van Der Beek, actor and author of
Straight from the Beek."
"Would you like your book personalized?" A girl working at the head of the line interrupted her thoughts.
"I haven't bought the book yet. I was hoping to get it when I went to the table."
"You can buy it first and then he'll sign it."
"Go on. I'll wait for you." Amelia nudged her toward the checkout counter. There were still 10 people in line ahead of them anyway.
As she moved out of the line to purchase the book, she caught a glimpse of Dawson at the table and nearly knocked over a carousel of bookmarks as she recoiled in horror.
"Clo? What's the deal?"
"That's not him, Aims! It's an impostor. Dawson is 19. This guy? At the table? Is an impostor!"
Amelia smirked. "Sweetie, that's James. Van. Der. Beek. You watch the Creek every week. Don't you recognize the Beek?"
Chloe whipped out her phone and showed Amelia the wallpaper with Dawson's picture. "This is Dawson. The guy at the table is not! That's all I know."
"There's no way I am leaving now. We've been at the mall for two HOURS waiting to meet your biggest crush and now you're saying that you don't believe it is him because he's, like, 30 now? Get real!"
"I can't believe you'd tell me to come here to meet him. Was this some sort of trick to get me out of the apartment for a day because I don't leave it other than to go to work? Nice job there! Mission accomplished. You can stick around and talk to Dawson. Sorry....I mean, JAMES. I'm going home now."
With that, Chloe stormed off, leaving Amelia standing there in shock and dismay. She was going to go home and tear down all her Dawson posters and put her DVDs on E-bay. Then she would start watching
Party of Five DVDs from Netflix and cozy up to warm thoughts of Bailey, who could never, in a million years, become old. He wouldn't let her down. Of that, she was certain.
If you liked this, check out some of my other fictional pieces:
Post Prom
Where is Bruce Willis When You Need Him?
Mr. Bailey
The Name Game
I also did a set of interconnected stories:
1
Telepathic parrot story that started it all
2
Fearing 40
3
Ten Cent Saloon
4
Blast from the Past
5
Liquid Courage
6
Harden My Heart
7
A Painful Reminder