Amanda Blake (fu_fangers) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-12-17 23:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-05, amanda |
Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?
Who: Amanda & Jon
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak
When: Mid-afternoon
The rain was letting up enough for Amanda to consider leaving the house, which she desperately needed to do. It wasn't that she wasn't getting out enough - Jesus, she was getting more than her fair supply of fresh air - but all of that air had to be shared by her mother and Mrs. Calvert, with Cameron occasionally getting a moment in. Not that she was ever going to admit to begrudging her future mother in-law for breathing. But if she could breathe more, talk less, and just cooperate a little more I would almost be obliged. Ignoring her Blackberry's furious reminders that she had two missed calls - three missed calls - she twirled her umbrella. Two of those calls were from her mother, who, if ignored for long enough, would just do as she was told and follow the catering arrangements that had been agreed upon over that damned lunch. Unless Marion had swooped in the moment Amanda had left and switched everything around again. Which - and I'm not even going there right now.
The third missed call was Mrs. Calvert herself, and not one she had intended to miss. However, unlike the other women, Amanda had a job she was supposed to be getting back to and firing texts at certain individuals regarding return dates, etcetera, did actually have the capacity to trump concerns over the guest list each and every time. Anyway, she had returned that call already. Because Mr Whatever-his-name-was and the woman he had left his wife for were not necessary additions, and for God's sake, was it so hard to understand that a smaller wedding needed less people? No, she wasn't letting her think about that again or her blood pressure would hit the roof and she would go into a wedding-induced seizure.
Which was nothing next to the supernatural-induced seizure both the news and the lunar cycle was threatening to throw at her. Because asking the unnaturals to help was - how the fuck does asking them to alter the course of nature make them any less threatening? And the people embracing those shape-shifting freaks and their full moon? Face beginning to twist in disgust, she silenced the reminders of missed calls that didn't matter. Breathe, count to ten, think of retail therapy.