Church
TITLE/PROMPT - Church | TABLE 1
AUTHOR - lucida
WORD COUNT - 900
RATING - K
UNIVERSE - Canon
SUMMARY - More behind-the-scenes fic. Takes place during the last chapter of Mary Anne and the Great Romance.
AUTHOR'S NOTE - I wrote this about a year ago for miss_slipslop's birthday and never posted it here because honestly it was just one of those spur of the moment fluffy pieces. But the fandom's been depressingly quiet lately, so have some random fic.
church
“I’m bored,” Jordan proclaims loudly. “Is it over?”
“Mrs. Schafer hasn’t even walked down the aisle yet,” Byron snaps. “No, it’s not over.”
Adam messes with his tie. “I don’t get it,” he complains. “This isn’t our mom’s wedding. Why did Dad make us dress like penguins?”
“Well, it is Jeff’s mom’s wedding, and we’re his guests, so---”
“Whatever, B. Jeff doesn’t care what we wear,” Adam insists.
Jordan rolls his eyes at his brothers’ bickering and roughly pats Adam on the back. Adam punches Jordan’s shoulder.
“Personally,” Jordan says. “I think we should suit up more often. I look good. And don’t look now, but Claudia’s been making eyes at me for like the past two minutes, so obviously---”
Of course, Adam and Byron seek out Claudia as soon as Jordan orders them not to.
“I’m pretty sure she’s just watching to make sure you don’t ruin the wedding,” Byron interrupts. “After all, you have been really loud---”
“I haven’t done anything!”
“Hey, guys, look at this!”
Adam is bent down, picking three slips of paper off the floor.
“You’d think they’d clean up better, for a wedding,” Byron mutters.
“They’re information cards,” Adam explains. He hands one to each of his brothers and keeps one for himself. There are mini pencils in holders at the back of the pews, next to the bibles, so Adam also grabs three of those. “We should fill them out.”
Jordan inspects his card and holds the pencil between two fingers, unimpressed. “Why?”
“Because they give you a gift!” Adam informs his brothers, as if this should be obvious. He points to the top of the card. “See, it says here that they like to collect information so they can make house calls and bring a small gift, to welcome you to the church. If we each fill out one…”
“It’s a church,” Jordan snorts. “They probably bring, like, a loaf of homemade bread or a fruit basket.”
The mention of food is all the encouragement Byron needs. A moment later, Jordan Pike is written next to the Name field. Adam starts to work on his, too, and Jordan -- bored out of his mind and wondering if the ceremony is ever going to start -- gives up, and surveys the card in front of him. Then, he gets an idea and smirks, before putting his own pencil to paper.
Name: Freddy Krueger
Address: Elm Street
Phone Number: 1-800-KILL
First time visitor, member, return visitor? First time member.
Next, there is a long list of programs, asking if the person filling out the card would be interested in participating in any of them.
“What’s ‘Celebrate Recovery?’” Jordan whispers this time because the church has grown quiet, soft piano music playing as the bridesmaids walk down the aisle.
“It’s this thing where they help you get over addictions and stuff,” Byron whispers back, leaning toward Jordan. When both of his brothers fix him with how do you know this? looks, he shrugs. “What? They have advertisements on the radio all the time.”
The sound of the bridal march is the only thing keeping Jordan from snarking his brother. Before he stands, though, he checks that Freddy Krueger is planning to attend Celebrate Recovery.
Why? the card prompts.
Jordan smirks.
I have an addiction to homicide, and I can’t find a 7-step program for murderers.
Richard and Sharon are halfway down the aisle when Adam reads Jordan’s card over his shoulder and snorts. He shows Jordan his card, which is filled out as Cal Ripken Junior.
“What happened to let’s do this for the free gifts?” Jordan mocks Adam. “Besides, everyone knows Dave Winfield is better.”
“If it’s really bread or a fruit basket, then I don’t care about the gift,” Adam rolls his eyes. He thinks for a moment, though, and then looks disappointed. “But I guess we won’t know for sure now.”
Byron, however, is smirking. He’s finished filling out his card as well and he’s holding it up for his brothers to see.
“… Jordan Pike? You filled yours out as me?”
“Sure, why not? Jordan Pike, age ten. Issues include bossiness, pushiness, lack of patience, arrogance…”
By this point, Jordan is scribbling on a new card.
“Byron Pike, age ten. Thinks Magic Johnson is a baseball player, is jealous of his older brother’s amazing sense of humor and devilishly handsome looks---”
“You’re two minutes older than me!”
“Two minutes are two minutes,” Jordan points out. “Clearly, I am the more mature one.”
But as he turns to look at Byron, something else catches his eye: a scantily dressed angel on a stained glass window, descending from the Heavens. His shoulder shake with silent laughter.
“… wait, is that angel naked?”
AUTHOR - lucida
WORD COUNT - 900
RATING - K
UNIVERSE - Canon
SUMMARY - More behind-the-scenes fic. Takes place during the last chapter of Mary Anne and the Great Romance.
AUTHOR'S NOTE - I wrote this about a year ago for miss_slipslop's birthday and never posted it here because honestly it was just one of those spur of the moment fluffy pieces. But the fandom's been depressingly quiet lately, so have some random fic.
church
“I’m bored,” Jordan proclaims loudly. “Is it over?”
“Mrs. Schafer hasn’t even walked down the aisle yet,” Byron snaps. “No, it’s not over.”
Adam messes with his tie. “I don’t get it,” he complains. “This isn’t our mom’s wedding. Why did Dad make us dress like penguins?”
“Well, it is Jeff’s mom’s wedding, and we’re his guests, so---”
“Whatever, B. Jeff doesn’t care what we wear,” Adam insists.
Jordan rolls his eyes at his brothers’ bickering and roughly pats Adam on the back. Adam punches Jordan’s shoulder.
“Personally,” Jordan says. “I think we should suit up more often. I look good. And don’t look now, but Claudia’s been making eyes at me for like the past two minutes, so obviously---”
Of course, Adam and Byron seek out Claudia as soon as Jordan orders them not to.
“I’m pretty sure she’s just watching to make sure you don’t ruin the wedding,” Byron interrupts. “After all, you have been really loud---”
“I haven’t done anything!”
“Hey, guys, look at this!”
Adam is bent down, picking three slips of paper off the floor.
“You’d think they’d clean up better, for a wedding,” Byron mutters.
“They’re information cards,” Adam explains. He hands one to each of his brothers and keeps one for himself. There are mini pencils in holders at the back of the pews, next to the bibles, so Adam also grabs three of those. “We should fill them out.”
Jordan inspects his card and holds the pencil between two fingers, unimpressed. “Why?”
“Because they give you a gift!” Adam informs his brothers, as if this should be obvious. He points to the top of the card. “See, it says here that they like to collect information so they can make house calls and bring a small gift, to welcome you to the church. If we each fill out one…”
“It’s a church,” Jordan snorts. “They probably bring, like, a loaf of homemade bread or a fruit basket.”
The mention of food is all the encouragement Byron needs. A moment later, Jordan Pike is written next to the Name field. Adam starts to work on his, too, and Jordan -- bored out of his mind and wondering if the ceremony is ever going to start -- gives up, and surveys the card in front of him. Then, he gets an idea and smirks, before putting his own pencil to paper.
Name: Freddy Krueger
Address: Elm Street
Phone Number: 1-800-KILL
First time visitor, member, return visitor? First time member.
Next, there is a long list of programs, asking if the person filling out the card would be interested in participating in any of them.
“What’s ‘Celebrate Recovery?’” Jordan whispers this time because the church has grown quiet, soft piano music playing as the bridesmaids walk down the aisle.
“It’s this thing where they help you get over addictions and stuff,” Byron whispers back, leaning toward Jordan. When both of his brothers fix him with how do you know this? looks, he shrugs. “What? They have advertisements on the radio all the time.”
The sound of the bridal march is the only thing keeping Jordan from snarking his brother. Before he stands, though, he checks that Freddy Krueger is planning to attend Celebrate Recovery.
Why? the card prompts.
Jordan smirks.
I have an addiction to homicide, and I can’t find a 7-step program for murderers.
Richard and Sharon are halfway down the aisle when Adam reads Jordan’s card over his shoulder and snorts. He shows Jordan his card, which is filled out as Cal Ripken Junior.
“What happened to let’s do this for the free gifts?” Jordan mocks Adam. “Besides, everyone knows Dave Winfield is better.”
“If it’s really bread or a fruit basket, then I don’t care about the gift,” Adam rolls his eyes. He thinks for a moment, though, and then looks disappointed. “But I guess we won’t know for sure now.”
Byron, however, is smirking. He’s finished filling out his card as well and he’s holding it up for his brothers to see.
“… Jordan Pike? You filled yours out as me?”
“Sure, why not? Jordan Pike, age ten. Issues include bossiness, pushiness, lack of patience, arrogance…”
By this point, Jordan is scribbling on a new card.
“Byron Pike, age ten. Thinks Magic Johnson is a baseball player, is jealous of his older brother’s amazing sense of humor and devilishly handsome looks---”
“You’re two minutes older than me!”
“Two minutes are two minutes,” Jordan points out. “Clearly, I am the more mature one.”
But as he turns to look at Byron, something else catches his eye: a scantily dressed angel on a stained glass window, descending from the Heavens. His shoulder shake with silent laughter.
“… wait, is that angel naked?”