Post by Kristin on Jul 14, 2006 12:02:49 GMT -5
Here's another cheesy romance fic for y'all. I hope you enjoy and please leave some feedback:)
**Warning: An occasional cuss word might be slipped in here and there**
~Chapter 1~ (Britnei’s P.O.V)
It was a cold and blustery December afternoon. I pulled my coat closer to me to keep myself warm. I had a love/hate relationship with winter. I hated the cold wind on my face and the slippery ice. But there was something about snow that made things so magical.
I was a sophomore at Columbia University. At the present moment I was heading to the Columbian. It was the student newspaper, and one of the elite student newspapers in the country. This past semester I had earned a spot as resident pop culture columnist. Sophomores rarely got places on the actual paper; that was reserved for juniors and seniors. So it added a little pressure to perform up the high expectation that had been set for me. And I’ve been trying to keep up with that.
I got in the door, joyful to be in the office at last. I got to my desk and began to read some of the email I had gotten. The column had been pretty much a hit with the students. It had made me some friends around campus. But there were also people who didn’t like it. They accused me of things and bashed me for bashing their favorite celebrity or whatever. It was my column; I had the freedom to express my views in whatever way I wanted. If they didn’t agree with it, it was their problem.
Someone knocked on my door. “Come in” I said.
Will Dotson, the entertainment editor came in. “Hi Will, what can I do for you?”
“Well, I know you, along with everyone else, is busy at this time of year, given that it is finals. But do you think you could try to do a favor for me?”
I nodded, getting out my planner. “What is it?”
“Melissa Sandhorn has backed out of her local band profile story that she was supposed to do this weekend. And I can’t get anyone else to do it. Do you have any free time to do it?”
I looked at my planner. “I’m pretty much booked, except Saturday 7 to whenever I decided to go to bed”
“That’s perfect. Will you do it?”
“I guess I can. But I’m going to have a talk with Melissa and tell her that I am not covering for her again” I told him.
“Thank you Britnei, you are a life saver. If you had sad that you couldn’t do it, I would have had to do it and I have absolutely no time to. And that story NEEDS to be in there.”
“No problem, Will. I need to work on my column now”
“All right. Have that on my desk by Monday, along with your column.”
“I can do that.”
By the time I was done working on my column, it was dark outside. It was done though and that was all that mattered.
My cell phone went off right then.
“Hello?”
“Hey babydoll” It wad my boyfriend, Christian, aka Chris. It was amazing how, as busy as I was with school, I still had time to have a social life and have a boyfriend. We hadn’t been able to see each other much lately because it was finals time.
“Hey. What you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing much. Supposed to be studying, but I can’t concentrate. How about you?”
“Just finished my column at the paper, and I’m about to leave” I was gathering my stuff as I said this.
“I see” We talked as I walked down to the subway to get back to my apartment.
“Are you doing anything Saturday night?” He asked.
“Actually yes. I have to do someone else’s [arse]ignment for the paper” I said.
“Britnei!” I could tell that that statement annoyed Chris. “That’s my only free time!”
I rolled my eyes. “Chris, it’s mine too, but I had too. The paper would have been missed up if I hadn’t.”
“You and that damn paper. It seems liker you spend too much time there”
Chris had a major that was nowhere near as stressful as mine, so he didn’t understand sometimes how busy I was. It annoyed the hell out of me. I know, he missed me. I missed him too. But I also wanted to get the best grades I could and do the best job I could at the paper. It was preparing me for later in life. “You just don’t understand Chris. Why do you give me such a hard time about this?”
“Because I miss you and I feel like we get no time together anymore”
I sighed. We had been through this too many times to count recently. “We’ve been through this a million times already. Do we need to go through it again?”
“Probably not….”
“Look… we’ll get time at Winter break. And that’s only a week away. Please, just be patient” I was trying hard not to lose my temper.
The tone calmed down for a while. We talked all the way home and a little bit after I had gotten into my apartment. Then we exchanged “I love yous” and goodbyes.
I sighed as I hung up. Things weren’t always this way. When we met in the beginning of freshman year, everything was perfect. He was really sweet, caring, romantic, funny, everything I wanted in a boyfriend. We always savored the moments we did have together because we knew they were limited. But lately he had become more selfish and wanting me to spend all my free time with him. I hadn’t said yes every time, which really made him mad. Then he always says he’s sorry and lures me back to him. I always fall for it. But I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. It seems to have become a cycle now that never ends. Maybe someday it would end and things would be ok again. But there was also the possibility that it wouldn’t and things could end. I had no clue what I was going to do at this point.
My thoughts turned to other things. I couldn’t wait to go home. It was always fun, with my big family. It consisted of my three sisters, my twin sister Bonni, who was also 21, my younger twin sisters Kristin and Ali, who were 17, my dad, and his girlfriend, Savannah (my parents divorced years ago) and her three kids, Will, 14, Jonathan, 13, and Kaylee, 13 come over all the time. They have started to become like to family to us.
Hopefully also a lot of my friends from high school would be there too. I was still close to a lot of them. Actually, some of them I had known since kindergarten.
Suddenly this feeling of warmth came over me. After getting through one hell of a finals week and spending time with Chris, I could be home. With all the people that I loved.
**Warning: An occasional cuss word might be slipped in here and there**
~Chapter 1~ (Britnei’s P.O.V)
It was a cold and blustery December afternoon. I pulled my coat closer to me to keep myself warm. I had a love/hate relationship with winter. I hated the cold wind on my face and the slippery ice. But there was something about snow that made things so magical.
I was a sophomore at Columbia University. At the present moment I was heading to the Columbian. It was the student newspaper, and one of the elite student newspapers in the country. This past semester I had earned a spot as resident pop culture columnist. Sophomores rarely got places on the actual paper; that was reserved for juniors and seniors. So it added a little pressure to perform up the high expectation that had been set for me. And I’ve been trying to keep up with that.
I got in the door, joyful to be in the office at last. I got to my desk and began to read some of the email I had gotten. The column had been pretty much a hit with the students. It had made me some friends around campus. But there were also people who didn’t like it. They accused me of things and bashed me for bashing their favorite celebrity or whatever. It was my column; I had the freedom to express my views in whatever way I wanted. If they didn’t agree with it, it was their problem.
Someone knocked on my door. “Come in” I said.
Will Dotson, the entertainment editor came in. “Hi Will, what can I do for you?”
“Well, I know you, along with everyone else, is busy at this time of year, given that it is finals. But do you think you could try to do a favor for me?”
I nodded, getting out my planner. “What is it?”
“Melissa Sandhorn has backed out of her local band profile story that she was supposed to do this weekend. And I can’t get anyone else to do it. Do you have any free time to do it?”
I looked at my planner. “I’m pretty much booked, except Saturday 7 to whenever I decided to go to bed”
“That’s perfect. Will you do it?”
“I guess I can. But I’m going to have a talk with Melissa and tell her that I am not covering for her again” I told him.
“Thank you Britnei, you are a life saver. If you had sad that you couldn’t do it, I would have had to do it and I have absolutely no time to. And that story NEEDS to be in there.”
“No problem, Will. I need to work on my column now”
“All right. Have that on my desk by Monday, along with your column.”
“I can do that.”
By the time I was done working on my column, it was dark outside. It was done though and that was all that mattered.
My cell phone went off right then.
“Hello?”
“Hey babydoll” It wad my boyfriend, Christian, aka Chris. It was amazing how, as busy as I was with school, I still had time to have a social life and have a boyfriend. We hadn’t been able to see each other much lately because it was finals time.
“Hey. What you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing much. Supposed to be studying, but I can’t concentrate. How about you?”
“Just finished my column at the paper, and I’m about to leave” I was gathering my stuff as I said this.
“I see” We talked as I walked down to the subway to get back to my apartment.
“Are you doing anything Saturday night?” He asked.
“Actually yes. I have to do someone else’s [arse]ignment for the paper” I said.
“Britnei!” I could tell that that statement annoyed Chris. “That’s my only free time!”
I rolled my eyes. “Chris, it’s mine too, but I had too. The paper would have been missed up if I hadn’t.”
“You and that damn paper. It seems liker you spend too much time there”
Chris had a major that was nowhere near as stressful as mine, so he didn’t understand sometimes how busy I was. It annoyed the hell out of me. I know, he missed me. I missed him too. But I also wanted to get the best grades I could and do the best job I could at the paper. It was preparing me for later in life. “You just don’t understand Chris. Why do you give me such a hard time about this?”
“Because I miss you and I feel like we get no time together anymore”
I sighed. We had been through this too many times to count recently. “We’ve been through this a million times already. Do we need to go through it again?”
“Probably not….”
“Look… we’ll get time at Winter break. And that’s only a week away. Please, just be patient” I was trying hard not to lose my temper.
The tone calmed down for a while. We talked all the way home and a little bit after I had gotten into my apartment. Then we exchanged “I love yous” and goodbyes.
I sighed as I hung up. Things weren’t always this way. When we met in the beginning of freshman year, everything was perfect. He was really sweet, caring, romantic, funny, everything I wanted in a boyfriend. We always savored the moments we did have together because we knew they were limited. But lately he had become more selfish and wanting me to spend all my free time with him. I hadn’t said yes every time, which really made him mad. Then he always says he’s sorry and lures me back to him. I always fall for it. But I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. It seems to have become a cycle now that never ends. Maybe someday it would end and things would be ok again. But there was also the possibility that it wouldn’t and things could end. I had no clue what I was going to do at this point.
My thoughts turned to other things. I couldn’t wait to go home. It was always fun, with my big family. It consisted of my three sisters, my twin sister Bonni, who was also 21, my younger twin sisters Kristin and Ali, who were 17, my dad, and his girlfriend, Savannah (my parents divorced years ago) and her three kids, Will, 14, Jonathan, 13, and Kaylee, 13 come over all the time. They have started to become like to family to us.
Hopefully also a lot of my friends from high school would be there too. I was still close to a lot of them. Actually, some of them I had known since kindergarten.
Suddenly this feeling of warmth came over me. After getting through one hell of a finals week and spending time with Chris, I could be home. With all the people that I loved.