Niagara Falls, Wednesday night
Welcome to Jaye Tyler's life post-Fandom. Again.
See, there was an issue with randomly transferring schools on short notice like she'd tried to do: schools didn't work that way. And it didn't really bother her that she couldn't sit in classes all day till next semester. No, that wasn't bothering her at all.
It was the fact that she'd gotten all the way back to Niagara Falls and found that out and thusly had to move back in at home that bothered her. A lot.
For instance, right now her family was having game night. Sharon had come over, and there was a lot of yelling out answers to Pictionary and even some laughing, but Jaye was just going to sit here and not say a word. Because this was lame. This went beyond lame, it was a circle of hell.
"Jaye, why aren't you playing?" Darrin asked once someone had finally noticed.
"Oh, you know," she said, waving a hand vaguely. "We have more of us on the kids' team than the parents team, I wouldn't want it to be unfair."
"Next round we could do guys versus girls," Aaron suggested. "Except oh wait, that still gets you out of participating, doesn't it?"
Jaye frowned at him. "Sometimes I like not-you better," she told him.
As soon as the doorbell rang, Jaye made sure she was the one to jump up and get it. "Don't get up, keep playing while I run away..."
It might have worked if it wasn't Mahandra. "I got your text," she said in a hushed voice. "I'm here for the rescue."
"Yeah, but you should have stayed in the getaway car!" Jaye hissed back.
"Sweetie, who is it?" Darrin called, craning his neck to see the door from the sofa.
"Just Mahandra," she called back.
"Oh, good, see, that solves our problem right there," he decided. "We can have three teams. Your mother and myself, Aaron and Sharon, and you and Mahandra."
Mahandra and Jaye stared at each other in abject horror. Jaye wondered if looks really could kill, and if so, where was her life flashing before her eyes?
"Oh, no, we really have to be going," Mahandra said. "I just stopped in for the pickup-"
"Nonsense, you can stay for one game," Karen told her. "Come in, sit."
Jaye would owe Mahandra money for this later, and she let her bff in, closing the door behind her. "I guess one round couldn't hurt," she said slowly, obviously trying to make the best of this as she stepped into the living room.
Sighing, Jaye flopped back into her seat beside Sharon, who muttered, "Nice try."
"Shut up."
[Establishy, unless someone really really really wants to break up family time via phone call.]
See, there was an issue with randomly transferring schools on short notice like she'd tried to do: schools didn't work that way. And it didn't really bother her that she couldn't sit in classes all day till next semester. No, that wasn't bothering her at all.
It was the fact that she'd gotten all the way back to Niagara Falls and found that out and thusly had to move back in at home that bothered her. A lot.
For instance, right now her family was having game night. Sharon had come over, and there was a lot of yelling out answers to Pictionary and even some laughing, but Jaye was just going to sit here and not say a word. Because this was lame. This went beyond lame, it was a circle of hell.
"Jaye, why aren't you playing?" Darrin asked once someone had finally noticed.
"Oh, you know," she said, waving a hand vaguely. "We have more of us on the kids' team than the parents team, I wouldn't want it to be unfair."
"Next round we could do guys versus girls," Aaron suggested. "Except oh wait, that still gets you out of participating, doesn't it?"
Jaye frowned at him. "Sometimes I like not-you better," she told him.
As soon as the doorbell rang, Jaye made sure she was the one to jump up and get it. "Don't get up, keep playing while I run away..."
It might have worked if it wasn't Mahandra. "I got your text," she said in a hushed voice. "I'm here for the rescue."
"Yeah, but you should have stayed in the getaway car!" Jaye hissed back.
"Sweetie, who is it?" Darrin called, craning his neck to see the door from the sofa.
"Just Mahandra," she called back.
"Oh, good, see, that solves our problem right there," he decided. "We can have three teams. Your mother and myself, Aaron and Sharon, and you and Mahandra."
Mahandra and Jaye stared at each other in abject horror. Jaye wondered if looks really could kill, and if so, where was her life flashing before her eyes?
"Oh, no, we really have to be going," Mahandra said. "I just stopped in for the pickup-"
"Nonsense, you can stay for one game," Karen told her. "Come in, sit."
Jaye would owe Mahandra money for this later, and she let her bff in, closing the door behind her. "I guess one round couldn't hurt," she said slowly, obviously trying to make the best of this as she stepped into the living room.
Sighing, Jaye flopped back into her seat beside Sharon, who muttered, "Nice try."
"Shut up."
[Establishy, unless someone really really really wants to break up family time via phone call.]