jillian vaughan (jorinda). (cheerfully) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-11 01:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, eddie spencer, jillian vaughan |
WHO: Jillian Vaughan & Eddie Spencer.
WHEN: Monday, July 11, 2016.
WHERE: All over Woodsbridge.
SUMMARY: Eddie is a righteous dude (AKA: the best friend ever) and gives Jillian a Ferris Bueller Birthday!
RATING: Low.
STATUS: Complete.
“I don’t know, Eddie.” Jillian chewed on her lower lip as she looked out the window, then down at her phone, then back out the window. The sky outside was a gorgeous blue dotted with a few fluffy white clouds; it was sunny and bright and inviting. Could she really be expected to go into work on a day like this? Especially considering it was also her birthday. Of course not, would have been Eddie’s reply if she’d been thinking aloud. “It’s just really short notice.” Jillian was trying to be responsible, she honestly was, but she could slowly feel herself starting to cave. “I’m telling you, you’re sick, you’ve got a fever and chills, trust me.” He nodded encouragingly at her cellphone. Jillian slid her thumb across her phone to unlock it, then glanced out the window one last time. “Well…” Her blue eyes sparkled as she turned to smile at her best friend. “I do feel a little under the weather, and I wouldn’t want to get anyone else sick.” Eddie grinned. And that was that. Before Jillian could talk herself out of it, she called work and explained to her boss that she was terribly sorry but she wouldn’t be able to make her shift that day. The score was still zip, zip, but the long drive out had been worth it, ballparks always had the best nachos, and Eddie had a chance to practice his heckling between bites. The confusion that had seemed to show itself on Jillian’s face when their drive had led them here had been pretty priceless too. Jillian was indeed a little confused about why they were at a baseball game, but she wasn’t about to complain. Maybe her friends had reserved a box for her party? But that was a little extravagant. Or maybe…. Shielding her eyes, she looked up at the jumbo screen. Maybe she’d get a special birthday message or something! She sipped her soda as she watched and waited. Nothing so far, although she did grin when the Kiss Cam came up and various couples around them smooched for the camera. And then suddenly she saw her own face smiling back at her. “Ohmygosh, Eddie!” She grabbed his arm and then pointed up. His eyes travelled to the screen, nacho’s completely forgotten. “We’re on the screen!” Why they were up there seemed to have escaped her for the moment. But it hadn’t escaped him. You couldn’t deny the Kiss Cam, you just couldn’t, not unless you were seated next to a blood relative or something. Without really thinking, Eddie immediately turned and laid one on his best friend. Jillian had assumed they’d kiss, because come on they had to, but she hadn’t been expecting a kiss like that. The applause around them caused a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach, but, he told himself, that was probably just all of the ballpark food, because it couldn’t be anything else, right? Jillian was laughing and blushing slightly when they pulled apart. “It’s a good thing we both ate the nachos,” Eddie immediately quipped, “Or that might have been kind of gross.” Sometimes he was a typical boy after all. Jillian tilted her head one way, then the other. She was staring at a modern art sculpture, but couldn’t quite figure out what she was supposed to be looking at. Eddie had been contemplating a painting on the opposite wall but he walked over when he heard Jill’s quiet question. “What do you think about this?” she asked Eddie in a whisper. She wasn’t sure why she always felt the need to talk quietly in art galleries. This trip had been an unscheduled stop, but looking at art could be fun. Especially when you were Eddie and Jillian and you made up your own commentary and critiques. “Hmmm, it obviously represents the struggle of man versus nature.” He said in his best mock professor voice. Jillian covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “Ah, yes,” she nodded, donning a snooty accent herself. “I can almost feel the turmoil the artist was trying to convey bubbling forth.” She clenched her fists and pressed them to her chest in a dramatic fashion. “So much pain, so much turmoil.” Eddie laughed, perhaps a bit too loudly. A second later his attention had been diverted. “Hey, did you see this one,” he started walking off towards one of the walls, it was a painting of some kind of festival, people from all walks of life sitting and standing outdoors, some seemed to be enjoying themselves, others not so much. Something about it had spoken to him, maybe it was the couple off in the distance, sitting on a blanket as though they hadn’t a care in the world. Jillian followed closely behind. “It’s really nice,” she finally commented, after observing it for a few moments. No silly voice this time. “It kind of reminds me of Remembrance Day.” “Yeah,” Eddie mumbled quietly, “that must be it.” “I’m just saying,” Eddie continued in a pleading tone, “you could call up with any voice any important voice and get us a reservation.” There was a long pause before he added. “And it would fit today’s theme.” “It would?” Jillian thought back over what she and Eddie had done that day — a baseball game, an art gallery, and now a fancy restaurant where they were going to get in with a fake reservation. Then it clicked. The light bulb look on her face made him grin. “Eddie!” she gasped, turning to face him and grinning so hard her face hurt. “You gave me a Ferris Bueller day!!” She began hopping up and down for a few seconds before grabbing Eddie in a tight hug, he lifted her up and swung her around, that was how they usually hugged in excited moments. “Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.” Moving off to the side, Jillian pulled out her phone and called the restaurant. Pretending to be Samantha Cross, she said that she was treating two lucky fans to lunch for sending in the most wonderful fan letters. “We’re in,” she whispered to Eddie as she scampered back over to him. “If anyone asks, this lunch is courtesy of Samantha Cross because of fan letters we sent her.” He couldn’t stop the peel of laughter that came when he pictured Samantha’s face when she received the bill. “We can’t get caught. I do not want to see the look on your dad’s face if we’re taken into the station.” As gracefully as she could, Jillian stepped up onto a chair and hoisted herself over the fence. “Maybe you don’t, but I do,” was Eddie’s only reply as he followed Jillian over the fence. “The Petersons are on vacation, so as long as nobody saw us hopping the fence, I think we should be okay,” she added, once she was safely on the ground. “Or not,” Eddie grinned as he pulled off his shirt and started untying his shoes. “Things happen.” Jillian shook her head and gave a playful roll of her eyes as she toed off her own shoes. She was careful to set them far away enough from the pool that they wouldn’t get wet. A moment later, her shirt and shorts were carefully draped over a nearby lawn chair, while Eddie’s discarded clothing lay in a heap on the ground. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said with a gleeful laugh as she made her way to the edge of the pool, crouched down, and hopped in. “I can’t believe you are either!” Eddie yelled as he dove into the deep end of the pool at a run. Jillian squealed and raised her arms to protect herself from any spray that might be headed her way from Eddie’s dive. She continued to laugh as she bobbed up and down, treading water. “This has been the best day!” she called out, before swimming over to him. He spit a steady stream of pool water up into the air in the way a child pretending to be a fountain would, and swam closer to her. “Best birthday ever?” “Best birthday ever courtesy of the best friend ever,” she nodded. |