swfc Posted September 27, 2006 Report Posted September 27, 2006 Peter and Tracey Loved every minute of it! Your writing style is amazing! Update soon! My heart goes out to Clare but she's being a real cow to be honest!
Psycho_Sis Posted September 27, 2006 Report Posted September 27, 2006 Ahahahah! Thanks darl lol i wanted everyone, including u, chrissie, to think Clare's an evil cow in this fic. thanks for the encouragement
Sarah_Lewis Posted September 27, 2006 Report Posted September 27, 2006 =o) Tht was awesome =p cant wait for the next update =p woot
peter_baker_rox_my_world Posted September 27, 2006 Report Posted September 27, 2006 Ahahahah! Thanks darl lol i wanted everyone, including u, chrissie, to think Clare's an evil cow in this fic. thanks for the encouragement Lol..Poor Clare! Just read the updated parts! You are doing a good job at making her evil too!
Psycho_Sis Posted September 27, 2006 Report Posted September 27, 2006 Thanks heaps, hun i was sure of it lol i didnt want her to turn out the perfect angel people said she was. Grrr hahaha
Psycho_Sis Posted September 28, 2006 Report Posted September 28, 2006 so sorry i didnt update yet ill start right on it now. * slaps big sister *
Traceve Posted September 29, 2006 Report Posted September 29, 2006 Cant wait for the next update, Hun xx
Lilone Posted September 29, 2006 Report Posted September 29, 2006 Just caught up, this is wicked update soon Peter and Tracey
Psycho_Sis Posted September 29, 2006 Report Posted September 29, 2006 Sorry for the long wait. Heres the next bit: Slipping into a chair restlessly in the kitchen, Tracey sighed and tapped the table. She had her day planned with Zoe. As she waited patiently for her friend's arrival, she pulled a magazine off the counter top and began flipping through its pages. She looked up at the clock. 11:00am. "Zoe, you're hopeless! A full half hour late!" Tracey laughed to herself. Cutting the giggles short and trying her best to focus on the articles, Tracey's mind wandered over to Peter. Once again, she sighed and rested back in her chair, shutting her eyes. Slamming herself down fast into the chair, Zoe gulped down the 'so called' breakfast in front of her. As her mother watched in disgust, Zoe pretended she didn't notice. "Oh Zoe, you're going to get hiccups." her mother sighed. Zoe shrugged. "Gotta get to Tracey's," she said between each gulp. "In a rush. Late." "I can see that," Zoe's mother eyed her with concern. "Will you be needing any money?" "Yup." "How much?" "Three hundred." "What!?" "Joking. Only about 20 or so." Her mother laughed and slapped the bill onto the table. "Have fun, kiddo." She stared after Zoe in shock, as her daughter bounded across the room, waved, and slammed the door shut. "Ugh. What a mess." She bent forward and began mopping up the sloppy breakfast off the table. "You're late," Tracey said, pulling the door open to Zoe. "Sorry. Mom was forcing me to eat some form of dog's breakfast." Tracey laughed. "Well lets get going then. We wanna make the 11:45." As the two of them sat silently through the bus ride, Tracey was unable to focus properly on the chitter chatter Zoe was creating regarding the dance. As she stared out the window, she caught the last of Zoe's words after pushing Peter out of her mind. "-and then we kissed, and we saw you kiss, too. It was hilarious. I was ready to burst into hysterical giggles," Zoe laughed. "Shut up," Tracey leaned forward and poked her in the ribs. "H-hey!" Zoe giggled and tickled her back. They carried on like this, laughing and poking each other's stomachs until the witnesses in the bus stared at them in annoyance. When the bus stopped at the mall, they jumped off, thanked the driver, and dusted themselves. When the vehicle roared out of sight, Zoe scratched her head. "So um, why're we here again?" she said. Tracey shrugged. "Look around, i guess." They skipped toward the mall, giggling like little schoolgirls. [shan! ] Stopping at a cafe area for a coffee, Tracey slipped into a chair while Zoe went to the counter and order their coffees. She rested her head in her hand, drumming the table with her fingernails. Her eyes wandered over the mall atmosphere. Then her body froze. There, across from her, she spotted Clare. Sighing and tapping the table, she tried to hide out of sight. Too late. The attractive blonde had already spotted her, and was making her way through the tables toward Tracey's. "Here we go," Tracey said, rolling her eyes. "Oi, YOU!" "What?" Clare stopped at Tracey's table. Tracey sighed for the hundrenth time that day. "I saw you at the dance." Clare said. "I saw you too." "And I saw you kissing Pete." "Get to the point, princess." Tracey began biting on a nail. She banged a fist onto the table. "Don't you know that Pete's my boyfriend?" "Uh, was, darling. Was. Didn't he ring you sometime before the dance to break up with you? Or was it that you were the person in their relationship that didn't contribute anything but snobbiness? At least I'll be the one feeding him the respect he deserves." Tracey snapped. Clare's mouth flew open. Once again, she banged the table. "I LOVE PETE!" she said, madly. "Well, Clare. You have a funny way of defining the word 'love', if you ask me." Clare opened her mouth to have another snap, but Zoe appeared, holding a coffee in each hand. "Zoe...hi." "Clare. What do you want?" "I was just having a clear conversation with Tracey," she said, in a softer tone than before. Tracey's fist tightened. "Clear and Clare don't mix. Scram, loser." Clare uttered a noise of disgust, and with that, stormed off. "Thanks for coming to my rescue," Tracey joked. Zoe shrugged. "Ah well. Spotted you both in the queue, having your so called clear conversation. Didn't look so pleasant to me so i decided to investigate." "Well thanks, Sherlock Holmes," Tracey said, giggling. "It sure was a Clare conversation. Geez what has that woman got on me." Zoe lightly pushed the coffee toward Tracey. "Shut up and drink up." Tracey smiled and brought the cup to her lips. Well, what is she gonna do? Tracey thought, steaming. Wack me with her barbie doll? "Hey Clare." "Ugh, John! You're such a loser! What do you want?" "Well um, do you wanna catch a movie later on?" "Do you wanna catch my fist in your mouth?" John sighed and stared at the ground. What a sad guy, he thought. "I need your help by the way," Clare said. "Yeah?" "YEAH. I need you to hook up with Tracey so that Peter can see what a two-timing b**** she is and he'll wanna dump her and get back with me." "Clare, that's ridiculous. You need more strategies." "Yeah? Well maybe this doesn't matter either." She held up his essay and tore it in half. "Awh!" he bent down on the ground and picked up the two halfs, slamming his fist into the concrete. "I'll re-write it for you, if you return your favour." "Yeah fine. Whatever. I need to hand in an essay though..you heard Mrs Fletcher. It's gotta be in before Friday."
Sarah_Lewis Posted September 29, 2006 Report Posted September 29, 2006 That was awesome =p do more soon =o)
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