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| Lucifer's Angel | March 5, 2008, 10:36 am Post #436 |
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I hope Queen Victoria is all right The dog's thoughts were funny, though. And Cecily told the old cunt to fuck herself :horns2 Evan better grow some spine, his mother is a total bitch, I don't think she wants him to get married to anyone
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| maisy blue | March 5, 2008, 10:38 am Post #437 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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This made my blood boil. EVERY TIME Evan gets back on my good side, he totally ruins it by acting like a complete and utter pansy around his mother. I'm not into men pushing women around, but if my mother was that rude to ANYONE, especially someone I supposedly cared about, even *I* would grab her and physically get her to stop. Evan should have yanked her away from Cecily. Instead he just stood there "Mother, this..." "Mother, that..." PANSY! Get some balls!Okay- I'm very very very concerned over what happens with Queen Victoria. I'm interested in her plan, but I'm worried she might have gotten hurt in the street. This was a great chapter. I like Cliff when he goes outside. He cracks me up. More, soon!!
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| Battery | March 5, 2008, 11:43 am Post #438 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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“I’m sorry Hamster but you look ridiculous,” Cliff replied. “You look like a pimped up Beetlejuice.” Indeed Kirk's outfit sounds terrible... But terrible in the most funny way :horns2 ... And wow, I admit, I thought that Evan was a little naive guy, but now I see that he isn't naive at all. I feel sorry for him... But Cheyenne was right.And Mrs. Fitzgerald.... What a bitch!!! “Yeah Mrs. Fitzgerald,” put in Cecily as she threw the old lady a smirk, and daintily stuck up her middle finger into the air. “Go fuck yourself.” hahaha!!! Go Cecily!!! And Queen Victoria... She's a little hero I only hope she's ok Will she be found? Or did she get killed? I can't wait to see!!! !!! |
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| Raedoll | March 5, 2008, 3:22 pm Post #439 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Now knowing Queen Victoria I think that she's a tough enough cookie ( and a tiny enough one!) to keep herself out of trouble. I'm sorry for the long wait between my reviews, but I love reading a lot at once and being able to say everything while it's fresh in my mind. I'm so happy that Kerry is acting the way she is, and that Emily and Cliff are feeling so strongly about eachother! There's hope yet! Poor Cecily...I'm so glad that she's been standing up for herself, and I can understand why Evan's stressed. He did grow a tiiiiny bit of spine, and I'm starting to like him a bit more than normal. But hey it's all great so far, I still love this story so much because there's so much you can go for and do with it. Keep up the awesome work! Oh! I love how you had that little mishap with the dresses too, so Emily finally *can* wear the dress she's always wanted to wear. And good on Cliff for trying to help her with the laces! just the *thought* of an aged metal hippie running after a tiny lapdog makes me giggle. I was laughing while I read, and I loved how you put in Queen Victoria's thoughts. As always, Awesome. Can't wait for more. |
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| Verity | March 5, 2008, 10:52 pm Post #440 |
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The Story Girl
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You have no idea how happy your comments made me. I was feeling shitty today. I got bitched out, and I'm being a neurotic stressball, so I was very happy to have kind words here to read. Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to leave your thoughts. You people all rock! I'm not sure if this chapter is very good or not, but here it is.... Chapter 121 Cliff sadly made his way down the street, the very cuffs of his bellbottoms dragging through the dirt. He skimmed the scads of happy Londoners who were out on the Friday night prowl, hoping that he would see a little Yorkie pup dancing around under their feet. “I am such a fucking loser,” he murmured to himself. “Not only did I lose Emily, but I lost her fucking dog too. I should never have let Cecily convince me to take the little fucker for the night.” He paused to light himself a cigarette. “It’s probably for the best anyway. I can’t believe that I was actually entertaining the idea of buying her from Emily for Cecily. I need another dog like I need another hole in my ass.” He found himself standing in front of a slammed and very happening pub. Perhaps he would have a drink for poor little Queen Victoria. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do with his time. He was just about to push open the glass door to the pub when he caught sight of something in the glass. Could it be? He turned around immediately to find a small, taffy colored, Yorkie pup staring back at him with black, shoe button, eyes, and a smirk upon her whiskered face. “You motherfucker!” Cliff Burton declared. Toodles Queen Victoria squeaked, and then she took off running again. They were almost there. So close. So very, very, close. She could smell it. “What the fuck is the big idea?” she heard Cliff banter out from behind her. Just a little farther, Queen Victoria yipped, but of course Cliff couldn’t understand it. He would very shortly though. *** “You’re next Cecily,” said the wedding coordinator as she poked her head into the room that was at the very back end of the church. The last bridesmaid had just started down the aisle. That left Cecily, Emily, and Harold who would be escorting his daughter down the aisle, as they only three remaining in the backroom. Cecily could see Emily over in the corner, standing hunched up as if she were cold. It was a comfortably warm summer evening. How could she possibly be cold? She looked absolutely elegant and lovely in her ivory corset dress. She had on her full length veil that went all the way down to the floor, and covered her face. “You alright Mom?” Cecily asked, as she made her way over to her. “Just a little nervous,” replied Emily. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. I can’t believe that it’s actually going to happen. One of my weddings is actually going to go off as planned.” “That’s because you’re not marrying a complete ignoramus,” shot Harold. “You don’t happen to have a cigarette on you Emmy?” he asked. “Do you?” “You know that I don’t smoke Daddy,” Emily laughed. “And neither do you.” “Yeah, but I could sure use one though,” Harold admitted. “I’m giving away my only daughter today.” “I’ll always be your daughter,” Emily replied as she gave him a hug. “No matter what Daddy.” She linked her arm in his. “I just want you to be happy sweetheart,” Harold answered. “I want you to have a wonderful and happy life with the man that you love.” Cecily couldn’t help but smile at seeing Emily with her father. It made her think of her own wedding day, and what Cliff might say to her as they were waiting for the big moment. One thing that she knew for sure was that Cliff would definitely have a cigarette on him. “Cecily,” the wedding coordinator poked her head in. “It’s your turn.” Cecily turned to her mom, her best friend, her confidant, and gave her hand a tight squeeze. “I’ll see you up there,” she said. Emily gave Cecily a weak smile. It almost looked like a sickened smile. Cecily hoped that Emily wouldn’t faint once she got up there. Maybe she should have offered her some of her fainting medication. It was too late now though. “I love you Momma,” said Cecily and then she turned to leave. In the very back of the church, she was paired up with Willum, one of Evan’s buddies because he was short. But still, he managed to tower over Cecily. The church was long, and grand, and miraculously beautiful with a hand painted ceiling. It had ornately carved pews made from dark wood with red velvet cushions. It smelled of incense, old wood, and ancient, half rotten, hymnal books. Nosegays of white and peach flowers were fastened to every pew with pearl trimmed gold organza ribbon. Even though she was liver cunt from hell, Mrs. Fitzgerald with the help of Cheyenne had put together a beautiful wedding. It was just Emily and her father in the backroom. Cecily wasn’t the only one who had noticed that Emily seemed on the verge of collapse. “You feeling alright?” he asked her. “It’s not like you to get nervous over such things.” “I’m just, I’m just,” she stammered, but couldn’t seem to find the right words to say what she wanted to. “You’re what dear?” her father asked, gently stroking her hand. “I’m confused,” Emily blurted out. She began to fuck around with her bouquet, causing a couple of petals to fall off from her roses. “Confused?” Harold repeated. “I think that you go on the left side of me, and then you just walk straight forward. Just walk towards Evan.” “I’m not confused over how to walk up the aisle,” said Emily, her voice sounding tight and very uncomfortable, and unnatural. “I’m confused over who to marry, or even if I should be getting married tonight in the first place.” Just then, a trumpet sounded a fanfare and even from the backroom they could hear the sounds of people standing up. “Well dear heart, you better get unconfused real fast,” said her father as he took her arm. “Because its show time.” He linked her arm in his, and led her to the back of the church. The wedding coordinator smiled at them, and then went to open up the doors. “I don’t want to marry Evan,” Emily whispered to her father. “And now you tell me?” Harold hissed back. “If you enjoy planning weddings so much, why didn’t you just become a professional wedding coordinator instead of getting engaged several billion times, and then calling the weddings off at the last minute? It would definitely be cheaper.” The doors were now open. She stared out at the long ass aisle and looming church of people…most were people that she had never even seen before: Fitzgerald business cronies. “I’m being serious Daddy,” she said. “I am too,” replied Harold as the two stepped forward, and started down the aisle to Trumpet Voluntary. “I want you to be happy sweetheart,” Harold whispered to her. They were now halfway down the aisle. “I don’t care how much money gets spent. You are the most important thing in the world to me, and if running out of this church, cutting off all of your hair, and becoming a Tibetan monk makes you happy, then so be it. I’ll buy your plane ticket to Tibet.” “Thank you Daddy,” Emily answered. She clutched onto her bouquet tightly, clutching it for courage. The one saving grace was that Emily could spot Cecily and her two other close friends in life up in the very front of the church. It helped just seeing them. She could not bring herself to even look at Evan, who was beaming at her with all of the pride and joy in the world. She knew that it would not only crush him, but it would break his heart to turn away from him now. He looked so happy just to see her. For once, Cliff Burton had doled out better fashion advice than Mr. Kirk had regarding wearing her own wedding dress. Though judging by the looks of the suit that Kirk had chosen to wear to the wedding, Emily had to admit that Kirk’s fashion sense was a little “out there” as well. She had definitely worn the right dress. She could tell that Evan seemed to like it, but Mrs. Fitzgerald did not. Emily caught her absolutely glaring at her in the front pew. Her eyes were fixed upon it, her mouth pulled into a tight and stiff frown, as if someone had rammed a cattle prod up her ass. Fucking bitch, Emily thought. It’s my wedding day. Not hers. How dare she be upset with me for wearing a dress that I like? They had now arrived at the front of the church. “Only you can make yourself happy,” Harold whispered into his ear as he gave her hand one last squeeze, and then went to join her mother. “You look so beautiful,” Evan mouthed to her. Emily barely managed a half smile at him. They were being married by this old Anglican priest dude named Father Tim. He started the ceremony off with a prayer. Emily hadn’t prayed in so long. Her family wasn’t particularly religious, but they did go to church once in a blue moon. She got even more infrequent about it when she had moved in with Cliff. After all, Cliff would always say that Jesus would much rather have her stay curled up in a comfortable bed with a nice, fat, joint on a Sunday morning, than out traipsing off to church with the chickens. After that, there was this dreadful hippie reading about love and bonding and shit, that was to be recited by yours truly, Kirk Hammett. Kirk strutted up to the pulpit as if he were a great maestro going to conduct an orchestra. He daintily slid off his little gloves, and ran a finger through his raven crusted tresses to make sure that they looked absolutely perfect. After he finished reading, he cleared his throat, slid his gloves back on, and then made his way back to his seat. “I think that it’s now time to say the vows,” said Father Tim. “Would you two join hands?” Emily handed her bouquet to Cecily and then turned to face Evan. Would he quit smiling at her for crying out loud? He took her hands. His hands felt so smooth and warm, where hers felt like ice. “I, Evan, take you, Emily, to be my wife, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.” Evan finished his vows with a sweet smile at her. She could even see a tear of happiness in his eye. She knew that it was her turn. “I, Emily,” she stared. She stopped. Immediately a look of alarm crossed Evan’s face. Emily loosened her grip on his hands. “I’m sorry Evan,” she said quietly, without looking at him. “But I just can’t marry you.” The words seemed foreign and distant as they dissipated into the air. She could hear the church erupt into whispers. “What?” Evan stammered. “I’m really, really, sorry,” Emily mumbled. She slid her engagement ring off of her finger and placed it into Evan’s palm. She could tell that Evan was in complete and utter shock. A blank look was on his face as he blinked. “Was it something I did?” he asked. “Evan,” Emily began. “You are an amazing man. Really, you are. You deserve a woman that can give you her whole, entire, heart. I just can’t do that. I’m sorry.” Mrs. Fitzgerald sprang to her feet at once. “You have just dumped and humiliated my son in front of his friends, family, and father’s business colleagues, and all that you can say for yourself is I’m sorry?” she roared. “Well what do you want me to say?” Emily stammered. Now I know how Cliff felt meeting my dad, she thought bitterly. “I’m not going to let some ditzy tit who has some sick fetish over her rock star boyfriend come in here and trample all over the Fitzgerald name!” Mrs. Fitzgerald ranted. “I will not have you speak that way about my daughter!” roared Harold. “Oh please!” Mrs. Fitzgerald barked at him. “Your daughter was never good enough for my son. She was always too busy playing mommy to some rock star’s illegitimate daughter!” “I will not have you speak that way about my granddaughter either!” Harold snapped. “Mum!” Evan cut in. “Please. Let me handle this.” He turned to Emily, and took her hand. “I know that you might be nervous,” he said. “But we can work through this. I just know that we can.” “No,” Emily shook her head. “I adore you Evan. You’ve been a dear friend to me, and I will always remember that, but I just don’t love you like I should. You can do so much better. She’s out there Evan. She’s out there somewhere… a beautiful woman who is just waiting to love and adore you like you deserve. She’s just not me. I’m so sorry.” Evan was quiet for a few moments. The only sounds that came were the whispers from shocked and stunned wedding guests. “But Emily,” Evan returned, fighting to hold back tears. “I’ve waited my whole, entire, life for you. I’m willing to do anything. Maybe if we postponed…. I can wait. I’ll wait for as long as I have to.” Evan was not making this any easier. Emily would rather have had him pissed off and yelling at her, then acting so sweet and accommodating about it. “You’d wait forever Evan,” she replied as she took off the necklace that he had given her as well. “I’m sorry.” She slipped it into his fingers. Evan was heartbroken. This was the biggest blow that he had ever taken in his entire life. He bent over and kissed the top of her forehead. “I love you,” he choked, and then he took off to be by himself in the courtyard of the church. “My, my, my,” Kirk mused. “This is sure a fine kettle of fish. This is the most interesting wedding that I’ve been too in a long time, and everybody is so impeccably dressed too. Did you see that Prada tote bag that lady had?” “Oh shut up!” Cheyenne snarled at him. “How can you think about handbags at a time like this?” She got up from her pew and went off to find Evan in the courtyard. Just then, a small, little Yorkie terrier pup appeared in the doorway of the church. She gave gleeful yip. Emily whirled around and squinted through the netting of her veil. Was that? No, it couldn’t be. Queen Victoria darted down the aisle straight to her owner. “Queen Victoria!” Emily gasped as she bent down and scooped the little dog up into her arms. “I guess this little gal wanted to come to the wedding too,” she said awkwardly to Father Tim. “Except now there isn’t going to be one…” |
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| maisy blue | March 5, 2008, 11:31 pm Post #441 |
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INCREDIBLE! This was just incredibly, amazingly, brilliantly, (and every other "ly" word) written! HOLY SMOKES, Ashley. This is insane! I loved everything about it. Everything was perfect. Emily's march down the aisle, the way she handled telling Evan, his reaction...
Just amazing. Kirk, as usual, was a total pansy. *shakes head* Crazy cakes!! I can't wait to see what happens next! |
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| Battery | March 6, 2008, 4:22 am Post #442 |
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Wow........ WOW!!! That was incredibly dramatic chapter really, I loved how you described Emily's hesitation. Harold rocked in this: “I don’t care how much money gets spent. You are the most important thing in the world to me, and if running out of this church, cutting off all of your hair, and becoming a Tibetan monk makes you happy, then so be it. I’ll buy your plane ticket to Tibet.” :horns2 :horns2 And I loved how he was defending Cecily and Emily Evan's reaction was really heartbreaking , wow. I hope Cheyenne will comfort him a little But Emily did the right thing. And Queen Victoria is one clever dog!! Rocking chapter!!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | March 6, 2008, 9:51 am Post #443 |
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Wow, what a chapter. Go Emily, she finally told that old cunt to go to hell, and Harold defended his women, what a guy Now are Cliff and Emily going to get married?
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| Verity | March 6, 2008, 11:36 pm Post #444 |
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The Story Girl
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Maisy- Your comment made my day. Thank you so so so very very much. I even blushed. Maggie- I'm glad that you think that Emily did what was right. She did kind of give Evan the shaft though. Vanessa- As for your question.... I'm not sure yet. Chapter 122 Cliff Burton came to a screeching halt at once. He had watched as Queen Victoria scampered her way up the stone stairs of Saint Paul’s Cathedral, and had disappeared through the door. Oh fuck, he thought. There is no way that I can go in there. Cliff hadn’t set his ass down in a church in years. Over the past ten years he had been to church just one time. It was back when Cecily was about seven or eight. She had gone through this phase where she thought that it would be divinely romantic to be Catholic, so she had begged Cliff everyday to take her to a Roman Catholic mass. Flashback time…… “Please Daddy,” the little girl begged. “I want to go to a real, Roman, Catholic mass that is said all in Latin, with the bishop, and the incense, and all of the bells and whistles that go along with it.” “Oh come on Cess,” Cliff had said. “All that you do at mass is sit there with your thumb up your ass, while the priest tells you that you’re going to hell, and the wine that they serve tastes like ass. Trust me. You don’t want to go to church.” “Please Daddy,” she pleaded. “Mandie goes with her family every Sunday morning at ten o’clock.” “Oh Jesus Cecily!” Cliff gasped. “I haven’t even seen a ten o’clock Sunday morning. Sunday mornings are made for sleeping off Saturday nights.” “But I don’t go out boozing with strippers until all hours of the morning,” Cecily argued. “Can’t we go this weekend?” “How about we go fishing instead?” Cliff had offered. “Just you and me. Or, if you’d rather, I’ll take you to Golden Gate Park.” Cecily shook her head. “I want to go to church.” “How about the dolly princess tea party store?” Cliff tried desperately. “I’ll even take you there instead.” Cecily looked thoughtful for a minute. She did adore the dolly princess tea party store, which was actually a little tea room called La Tea Da. It was in a tiny pink house with creamy white gingerbread trim. Mrs. Friday, the lady that owned it, always had a big box filled with frilly hats, boas, and dress up clothes for little girls to put on so that they could look their finest for tea. Not only that, but every girl was allowed to choose her own hand painted teacup to use out of a glass cabinet. The place was basically a little slice of heaven for Cecily, but Cliff despised it. If he was actually offering to take Cecily there, he must really not want to go to church. “No Daddy,” she said finally. “I really want to go to a Catholic mass, just once. I want to light a candle at the Jesus altar, and bring a rose to the Virgin Mary statue. I want to feel the love and the grace of the good Lord reign and empower over every inch of my inner soul. I want to bask and radiate in the love of the Lord.” Cliff frowned at his daughter. “You’ve definitely been into my stash of weed,” he mused. Cliff would have rather had Cecily beg him to take her to the Republican National Convention, than to church so that she could visit the Jesus altar. He had consulted Aunt Josephine regarding the matter, and but she had disagreed, and said that the girl needed a little bit of Jesus in her life. Poor Cliff had no other choice but to surrender, and take Cecily to a real, Catholic, mass. Cecily had put on her best Sunday dress, a frilly white number with a robin’s egg blue silk sash. A little straw hat trimmed with blue flowers and ribbon, shiny white Mary Jane shoes, a small white purse, and white lace gloves, completed her ensemble. Meanwhile, Cliff had managed to locate a pair of denim bellbottoms that actually didn’t have any holes in them, and had found a fabulous long, brown, corduroy coat at a garage sale to wear in order to cover up his skull shirt. Cliff even let Cecily have a dollar to put in the collection plate. Once mass had let out, Cecily clutched Cliff’s hand as he lead her through the parking lot. “So,” he asked her. “Did you bask and radiate in the love of the Lord? Did he empower every inch of your entire soul?” Cecily frowned and looked up at her father. “Actually,” she replied. “No. I don’t think that he did….I don’t feel any different. It was kind of lame Daddy.” Cliff smiled at her. “Cecily Virginia,” he sighed. “You definitely are my daughter.” Cliff once again looked up at the massive structure that loomed in front of him. Some people thought that entering a church was quite peaceful, and spiritual, but Cliff found it intimidating. Nevertheless, Cliff couldn’t have Queen Victoria disturbing whatever was going on inside. He took a deep breath, and made his way up the stone stairs and into the church. As soon as he had made his way through the doorway, his stomach lurched into a somersault. He didn’t realize it until he had caught sight of Emily standing at the altar in her totally smoking hot wedding dress. She was clutching Queen Victoria in her arms. Cliff didn’t even notice that Evan wasn’t standing there, and that there seemed to be some chaos going down around them. He turned to leave at once, hoping that he could sneak out unnoticed. However, Cecily caught sight of him. “Daddy!” she cried as she waved at him. Cliff winced. He loved his daughter dearly, but he really wished that she hadn’t of done that right then. “Cliff!” Emily exclaimed. “Whatever are you doing here?” Cliff had no choice but to make his way back into the church, towards Cecily, towards Emily. “I was trying to catch your dog,” he mumbled. “I had her outside taking a shit, and she got away from me.” Cliff noticed that upon saying “shit” that Father Tim blushed. He immediately remembered where he was. “Oh dude. Fuck!” he gasped. “I’m sorry.” “You said fuck, Daddy,” giggled Cecily. Cliff scowled at her. “No really Einstein?” he spat. “Newsflash! You said fuck too Cecily… and you’re grounded.” “But I say fuck all the time,” Cecily argued. “Cecily!” Cliff said sternly. He turned to Emily. “I’ll take your dog, and get the hell out of here, so that you can get on with your wedding.” “There isn’t going to be any wedding!” roared an irritate Mrs. Fitzgerald. She looked like a complete and feral madwoman. Her face was as red as a school boy fucking a gypsy maid on a Texas sidewalk in July. She marched right on up to Cliff just like a little pit bull: a little, nosy, and rather ugly pit bull, with big balls. “There’s not going to be any wedding because of you!” she ranted on. “What the fuck did I do?” Cliff snapped. He was royally confused, but he did notice that Evan was nowhere in sight, and that several of the guests had already left. What the fuck had happened? “I hope that you’re happy now!” Mrs. Fitzgerald snarled at Emily. “You have your trashy, ugly, and foulmouthed boyfriend back! You two can go run off and shoot up drugs, and skin puppies, or whatever it is that you people do!” “Pussy Cat,” said Cliff to Emily as he took out a cigarette. “Do you recall ever skinning a puppy together?” “No,” replied Emily. “At least not that I remember.” “You’re a bum, and you’ll always be a bum!” Mrs. Fitzgerald catapulted at Cliff. She then brought up her hand and smacked him hard across the face, leaving a red mark upon his cheek. “Nobody hits my Daddy!” Cecily yelped as she lunged forward to try and knock the shit out of her. However, Cliff grabbed hi daughter and pulled her away. “It’s alright Cecily. Calm down,” he said. “Fuck that bitch.” “No,” said Emily. “Cecily is right.” She turned to Mrs. Fitzgerald. “How dare you hit my friend!” And with that, she slapped the old broad across the face. Mrs. Fitzgerald was silent with shock at first. She stood there gaping, with her mouth wide open, her hand over her cheek. “This is sure more interesting than any other wedding that I’ve been to,” Kirk mused. “All that I need is some popcorn!” “You brat!” Mrs. Fitzgerald finally shrieked at Emily, and then she took off running, still holding her reddened cheek. “Go Emily!” said Cliff as he smiled at her. “I never wanted her as a mother-in-law anyway,” admitted Emily. “I never liked how she treated Cecily.” “Daddy,” Cecily piped up. “Even though there isn’t going to be a wedding tonight, is it okay if I spend the night with Mom…so that she doesn’t have to be alone?” “Of course Angelfuck,” replied Cliff, giving Emily a shy look. “Uh, Pussy Cat?” he began. “Hmm?” Emily returned. “I love you,” Cliff blurted out. “And I’ve been working really hard trying to do some growing up.” “You’re smoking inside of a church Cliff,” Emily pointed out. “Ah fuck,” Cliff mumbled. He handed the cigarette to Cecily. “Put this out,” he commanded to her. Instead, Cecily eyed the cigarette with great interest and brought it up to her lips. Now was her chance to finally get to see just what was so motherfucking special about smoking. Even on instances where he had quit, Cliff always claimed to miss it greatly. She awkwardly placed the cigarette between her lips. It tasted absolutely vile. Her face crinkled up as she began to cough. Why on earth did her father enjoy smoking so much? “I really do love you Pussy Cat,” Cliff went on, not noticing Cecily’s coughs in the background. “And I would do anything to get another chance with you,” he said. “I’m not sure Cliff,” Emily said quietly. “You’ve really hurt me in the past.” “One more chance?” Cliff begged. “Please?” He got down on his knees, and slid off his skull ring. “I know that you don’t dig the skull ring…you say that it’s tacky,” he said. “Well it is,” replied Emily, matter-of-factly. Cliff rolled his eyes and continued. “My life just isn’t the same without you. Quite frankly, it sucks ass when you’re not around.” “Why? Because you don’t have anyone to cook for you?” Emily shot. “Like you’ve ever fucking cooked anything in your entire life,” Cliff snapped. “My life sucks when you’re not around because you complete me Pussy Cat. You make me so fucking happy when I’m with you. I know that we’ve been through some rough shit, but in the long run, I think that it has made us stronger, because it made me realize just what a wonderful thing that I had going on with you. Sometimes people don’t realize how good things are until they have them taken away from them. I also realized that I still have feelings for you…I love you.” He shakily held up the skull ring, the entire church fell silent. “Will you marry me?” he whispered. “I-” Emily stammered. “I could do it right now,” Father Tim offered. “I mean, I’m here. We have the church. We have family and guests, bridesmaids, a limo.” “And a best man!” chirped up Kirk. “I could be Cliff’s best man!” He happily bounded his way up to the altar, standing right next to Cliff. “You see?” said Father Tim. “I could easily marry you two. Right here, right now.” “I’m down with it,” Cliff said with a nod. “I’m not really dressed for it, but Pussy Cat here is. Let’s do it. Let’s get married right now. I’m more than ready to show the whole, entire, world that I love Emily.” Emily stared at Cliff in shock. She couldn’t believe that she had Mr.-I-Love-to-Call-off-Weddings willing to actually tie the knot at that very moment. “Come on Pussy Cat,” Cliff said. He winked at her. “I know that I love you more than anything, and I want to prove that to everybody here. I want to make a sacred commitment to you.” “But today?” Emily asked. “Hey, it’s Geezer motherfucking Butler’s birthday,” said Cliff. “Because of that, I’ll even remember our anniversary.” Emily frowned. “I’m teasing Pussy Cat,” Cliff laughed. “Even if I we got married in the middle of bum fuck January, I’d remember the date.” “It would sure be damn cheaper than having to shell out money for yet another wedding,” Harold quipped from the pew that he had been sitting in. Emily made her way over to her father. “You condone me marrying Cliff?” she asked. “If he makes you happy,” Harold replied. “But you hate Cliff,” Emily pointed out. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He was looking over at them rather nervously. He knew that he had to somehow pass muster with Harold. “I don’t hate Cliff,” Harold said with a sigh. “I hate what he did to you, but I also know that men are often stupid when they’re younger. Perhaps he has grown up. I do know that he loves his daughter as much as I love you Emmy, and I respect that.” Harold shot Cliff a quick look. “He just needs some new clothes though. I thought that he was supposed to be a successful producer… he looks like he hasn’t bought himself a new pair of jeans since 1965.” Emily still stood there looking rather conflicted and confused. “You just have to do whatever will make you happy,” Harold added. He lifted her veil, and gently kissed the top of her forehead. “Marrying Cliff is cheaper than flying you off to Tibet.” Thanks Dad,” Emily said with a stuff laugh. She made her way back over to the altar. “You don’t have any family or friends here,” she pointed out to Cliff. “Well, besides Kirk that is. I think that your mother and Aunt Josephine would love to see you actually get married. They’d be heartbroken if they missed your wedding.” “I have Cecily,” Cliff replied with a shrug. “She’s the center of our family unit. She’s here.” He put his arm around her and gave his daughter a hug. “I have Kirk and Cecily: the two people who led to us meeting each other. If it wasn’t for them, I certainly wouldn’t have been poking around in a dress shop… I wouldn’t have met you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me…well, you and Cess are.” He was still down on his knees, holding up the skull ring. Even though it was quite tarnished like an old, rusted up, tin can, it managed to sparkle when one of the lights up above the church’s altar managed to hit it just the right way. “So what do you say Pussy Cat?” Cliff asked. “Is today our wedding day or not?” Emily just wasn’t sure what the hell to do….. and neither am I :wacko: |
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| maisy blue | March 7, 2008, 12:27 am Post #445 |
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THIS WAS AWESOME! Loved the flashback. HMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I say.... NO! Cliff needs to prove himself. Big time. Maybe they can get married but not make it OFFICIAL until he gets his shit together and proves he's worth it. That way Emily can get annulled and Cliff will go insane from getting no sex! Sorry, that was mean. But I really want Emily to have a nice wedding. It still feels like Mrs. Fitzgerald's wedding. If they can shake things up a little, take off their shoes and find a beach... I don't envy your position. You hold Emily and Cliff's fate in your hands. OH are you positive Cecily is NOT Kirk's daughter? Reading about her getting ready for Mass made me wonder If Emily and Cliff do get married, you have to promise a sequel! *bites nails, waiting for the answer...* |
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| Verity | March 7, 2008, 3:14 am Post #446 |
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The Story Girl
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Thanks Maisy!! You gave me enough inspiration to get me into the zone. I'm on a roll, so I went ze whole ten yards. Hooray for 2 updates in one day!Chapter 123 Evan Fitzgerald sat limply on a dark green wrought iron bench that was in the cathedral’s courtyard. A scraggly, lonely, and bothersome pigeon lurked at his feet, hoping that just maybe, he’d drop him a few breadcrumbs. Evan had much deeper things on his mind though. He took a very deep and weighted down sigh. His eyes were a little glassy, but he wasn’t crying. He was too in shock to do so. I’ve lost her, he thought to himself. I lost Emily forever. We’re over. He kept replaying their relationship over and over in his mind. What had he done wrong? Hadn’t he made her feel safe enough? Hadn’t he cherished her enough? Hadn’t he loved her enough? He had always been a shoulder for her to cry on whenever Cliff would greatly upset her, and she would flee off to England for a while. No matter how busy he had been at the office, he had always stopped whatever he was doing to listen to her, and be there for her. He had showered her with compliments, and nice presents. He tried to get her whatever she wanted. He had accepted Cecily into their family unit with open arms, when at first he had been very apprehensive about the little girl that belonged to Emily’s ex boyfriend, a permanent link. Apparently, his love hadn’t been enough. He had lost but…why? Why did Cliff have to win? All that Cliff ever did was trollop around half drunk and stoned all of the time smoking and using cuss words. Since when was that the way to win over a lady? “Evan?” a voice said behind him. Evan slowly looked over his shoulder. Cheyenne was standing there, clutching her little evening bag tightly in her hands. “I just want you to know that I’m here for you,” she stammered. “A shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to.” “Um thanks Cheyenne,” Evan mumbled tightly. “But I really don’t know what to say right now… I’m kind of at a loss for words.” Cheyenne made her way over to the bench, a filmy summer’s night breeze played with the hem of her dark blue dress. She did truly feel sorry for Evan. He had just been dumped in front of his entire family and closest friends, on a day that he had thought would be the happiest day of his entire life. He looked absolutely devastated. As she sat down next to him, she could see that he was holding Emily’s engagement ring between his fingers, tracing the outline of the white gold band. “I can somewhat relate to how you feel,” she said softly. “I know that everyone thinks that I’m a psychotic groupie, and maybe I was at first, but I did really love Jason Newsted.” Evan remained silent, still playing with Emily’s ring. Cheyenne went on as a breeze ruffled her long, bottle blonde, waves. “I thought the world of him,” she went on. “I mean, here I was, this Metallica fanatic, and I had Jason Newsted paying attention to me. He told me that he loved me too. He even said to me once that I’d make a great Mrs. Newsted, and I believed him. I so desperately wanted somebody to love me. I made Jason my entire life, my world….only to find out that there were fifty other ladies who he also thought would make a great Mrs. Newsted.” “You deserve much better than that Cheyenne,” Evan murmured. He took one last look at that foolish engagement ring, and then slowly slid it into his pocket. “I still love her,” he whispered. Cheyenne gave Evan a hug, which he returned, wrapping his arms around her. “I know you do,” she said. “Time. It will take time to heal from this. It took me a great deal of time to get over Jason. I’m still not completely over him.” “You must have because you were with Cl-” Evan couldn’t even bring himself to say his name anymore. “You were with that man,” he stammered. “Aren’t you upset that he dropped you for Emily?” Cheyenne shook her head. “Oh I never loved Cliff,” she said. “Cliff was always very honest and up front with me about our relationship. He was lonely, I was lonely, and we were, we were, well you know… fuck buddies. He loved Emily, I still loved Jason.” “I don’t think that you should ever go back to Jason,” said Evan. “Don’t ever try and win over somebody who just doesn’t love you. You’ll end up like me… pathetic and alone.” “You’re not pathetic Evan,” Cheyenne returned. “Emily was right when she said that someday you’ll find a wonderful woman who adores you. She is out there somewhere.” She sighed. “I just hope that someday I can have my little beauty shop.” The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Evan really didn’t want to go walking through the church just yet. Seeing Emily and even Cecily again would just be weird, and he also didn’t want to see or deal with his mother just yet. “You will Cheyenne,” Evan said finally. “I will what?” Cheyenne asked. “You’ll have your own little beauty shop,” replied Evan. “I just know that you will.” “Instead of saving up money for Metallica concerts, I’m going to start saving up money for beauty school,” Cheyenne declared confidently. “It’s what I really want to do.” The two were quiet again for a few moments. “I don’t want to go back inside yet for obvious reasons,” Evan sighed. “But I don’t want to just sit here anymore at this church you know? It doesn’t exactly hold the best memories for me anymore.” “I understand,” Cheyenne murmured. Evan stood up off of the bench. “You want to go for a walk?” he asked. “I just need to get away from here.” “Sure,” Cheyenne nodded as she stood up as well. “Thank you,” Evan replied as the two made their way out of the courtyard. “You’re a good friend.” *** Meanwhile, inside the church, Emily caught Cecily looking at her, her lightly eye shadowed green eyes were just filled hope. Actually, she had hope written all over her entire face. Emily knew that Cecily wanted the two people whom she considered to be her parents together more than anything else in the world. Her dream was for them to actually marry, so that Emily could legally adopt Cecily too. However, as much as Emily loved and adored Cecily as if she were her very own birth related daughter, she didn’t want the girl to cloud her judgment. Emily had said all along throughout her relationship with Cliff that Cecily was not a reason for them to get married, or even get involved with each other in the first place. She also could feel Cliff’s gaze upon her as well. He was still down on his knees, piously clutching the skull ring. Emily wished that she had a picture of him like that: down on his knees begging like a dog. She knew that he did not like the fact that it was taking her so long to come up with her answer. She could see the fear and uncertainty in his face. She looked over at Father Tim for help. “Don’t look at me,” he replied. “I don’t know the fellow. He looks like he could use a haircut though.” “Please Pussy Cat?” Cliff begged. “All that you’ve wanted from me is a commitment, and I’m willing to give it to you. Actually, I’d be honored and proud to commit to you today. I want you to become my wife right now more than anything.” Emily sighed. She could feel the entire church watching her. She really did feel as if she were “on the spot” at the moment. “I can’t Cliff,” she whispered. “But I know that you love me Pussy Cat,” Cliff argued. “I know that we’ve had a very rocky relationship, but we’ve also had some absolutely ass kicking wonderful times together. I want to go back to what we once had together. I want to start over.” Emily was quiet. Instead, she began to focus on Queen Victoria, who was still cuddled up in her arms. “Don’t you want me Pussy Cat?” Cliff asked, desperation creeping into his voice. “I love you,” Emily blurted out, as she started to finally dissolve into tears, every emotion in the book hitting her all at once. “But I don’t want to marry you… at least not today.” Cliff looked very disappointed. “Is it because of the way that I’m dressed?” he asked. “I can take off the cowboy hat.” “No,” Emily shook her head, as she buried her face deep into Queen Victoria’s soft fur so that no one could tell that she was crying. “I’ve always rather liked the cowboy hat,” she admitted. “Oh come on Momma!” Cecily exclaimed. “You can’t be serious? Daddy looks ridiculous!” “Oh yeah?” shot Cliff with a glare over at Cecily. “You look ridiculous in that stupid knit beanie hat of yours.” He turned his attention back to Emily. He got up off of his knees, and went over to her. He could tell that she was crying, even if she had half of her face stuffed down in that dog. “I’ve always kind of liked your dog,” he said as he took Queen Victoria from her, and handed the dog off to Cecily. “Even if it does look like a long haired rat that barks.” “You mean even if she,” Emily corrected. “Whatever,” Cliff shrugged. He turned to face her. He immediately and very gently, lifted her veil over her face. “There,” he commented. “That’s much better. It was covering up your pretty face.” He took both of Emily’s hands in his. “I don’t see why you won’t marry me today?” he said. “We both love each other. I’ve changed.” “I think that I just need some time,” Emily returned. “I’m willing to try it over again with you. I actually kind of miss San Francisco. I miss my old job, Aunt Josephine, Hildegrade, and I even miss old Geezer too, even if he smells bad. But you need to prove to me that you’re never going to hurt me again Cliff. I can’t take anymore of your antics.” “I swear to you Pussy Cat,” Cliff said sincerely. “No more bullshit.” He winked at Father Tim. “We even have a priest dude here as a witness.” Emily nodded. Cliff bent over and gave Emily a quick kiss right on the lips. “You’ll come back with me and Cess to San Francisco?” he asked. Emily nodded again, tears streaming down her cheeks. “As soon as I can,” she said. “I can’t leave them high and dry at work though.” “I’ll do whatever I can to help you with the move,” said Cliff. “I’ll also help you get your old job back. I’m sure they’ll take you back, especially if you show them that beautiful wedding gown of yours.” “Thank you Cliff,” replied Emily, blushing just a little. “I’d really appreciate the help. Though if you do come with me to help me get my job back, don’t wear the ugly deerskin fringy jacket… it is with a fashion design firm you know.” “Consider it done Pussy Cat,” said Cliff as he kissed her again, this time on the top of her head. He pulled her close into his arms. She always fit just perfectly right under his chin. “Even if you want me to wear some Beetlejuice pimp outfit like Kirk’s, I’ll do it.” “That,” returned Emily. “Won’t be necessary.” “Hey!” Kirk cut in. “What’s wrong with my suit? It’s Versace. I paid over ten thousand dollars for this outfit.” “That’s your own damn fault,” Cliff chuckled. “Though I did pay a lot of money for that stupid deerskin jacket that nobody seems to like.” “I like the jacket well enough,” said Emily. “Just don’t wear it if I’m going to a job interview at a fashion design firm.” “Gotcha,” Cliff replied. “Well then, since you won’t marry me today, but you are going to move back to San Francisco, would you at least become my fiancée?” He sunk down to one knee again, still holding her hands. “I’d love to marry you Pussy Cat… whenever you’re ready. It’s going to be about you from now on. I’m just going to focus on going back to school, raising Cecily, and proving to you that I can be the man that you deserve. So when you’re ready, would you marry me?” “Yes,” Emily nodded, this time she was smiling. Cliff jumped up at once and took Emily into his arms. “You’ve just made me so fucking happy,” he sighed. “This the best thing ever!” “Even better than meeting Sir Geezer Butler?” Emily asked. “Shit,” Cliff snorted. “As much as I do admire Sir Geezer, he can’t pull off wearing a corset dress like you can.” “Well maybe he could,” replied Emily. “He is starting to get some man tits on him.” “Damn you’re crazy!” Cliff laughed. “And I love you for it!” As he held onto Emily tightly he spotted Kerry, who had tears of joy in her eyes. Harold looked a little weary, but Cliff knew that he could prove himself to him. Even if it was the last thing that he did, he’d prove to Harold that he was going to treat Emily like a goddess. He also noticed Cecily with Queen Victoria in her arms, standing there watching. She was absolutely glowing with happiness. “Cecily,” he motioned to her. “I got to ask your blessing first,” he said. “Are you down with my getting engaged to Miss Emily?” he asked. Cecily was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes dancing. “Absomotherfuckinglutely,” she replied. “Absomotherfuckinglutely with macadamia nuts, multicolored sprinkles, whipped cream, and a cherry on top.” “That’s my girl!” Cliff exclaimed. “Come here!” he pulled her into their embrace, the three of them hugging like a family… a somewhat normal family. No matter how crazy it was, all that Cecily knew was that they were her family, and that they loved her very much. Back when she had been a lonely little girl living in Denmark, all that she had wanted was a stable, somewhat normal, family with a mom and dad who loved her, and wanted to spend time with her. She couldn’t ask for a better set of parents. She felt very loved by the both of them, and very happy. “Thank you Cecily,” Cliff whispered to her. “For what?” Cecily asked. “For that stunt I pulled with Mr. Kirk? It was insanely foolish of me.” “For everything,” Cliff sighed. “Just through you, and watching you grow up into a beautiful young lady, and having boys hanging around, has really made me reflect back on some of the stupid shit that I did when I was younger. You helped me realize that I needed to clean up my act a bit, and I thank you for it. And in a roundabout way, you’re slick little scheme with Kirk did kind of help… it got my ass over to England.” Cecily smiled. “But don’t ever do it again,” Cliff warned. “Yes sir,” Cecily nodded. “I want to thank you too,” she went on. “For being a daddy to me even when you didn’t have to.” “I love being your dad,” Cliff replied as he ruffled up her hair. Cecily’s curls had looked too neat and tidy for too long. “We chose each other remember?” Cecily nodded. “If it were up to me, you’d be Father of the Year every year,” she said. “Well I must say Cess,” Cliff returned as the three of them began to make their way out of the church. “You’ve definitely won Daughter of the Year…” The End Thank you sooooo much for reading this. It was very long. Damn. I've been writing in for months, so thank you for sticking with it. I might post a brief little afterword that takes place a couple months later once school starts up again with Cecily and Jackson but for the most part... I'd say it's a finished one. |
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| Battery | March 7, 2008, 5:07 am Post #447 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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.... Whoa! That was incredible Ashley. This ending was just perfect... I loved when mrs. Fitzgerald got slapped by Emily, she surely deserved it. i feel sorry for Evan but he'll have to get over this I'm sure Cheyenne will help him "She looked over at Father Tim for help. “Don’t look at me,” he replied. “I don’t know the fellow. He looks like he could use a haircut though.” And I can see that Cliff grew up he agreed to give up his fringy jacket!!! And Emily's going to California! The scene between Cliff and Emily was so romantic, I had a ball in my throat :horns2 And I loved last lines!!! Go Cecily!! Wow....Thank you so so so much for this fic, I will miss it like hell, it was amazing!!! You rock!!!
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| maisy blue | March 7, 2008, 9:52 am Post #448 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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![]() I got online before starting the day just to see if anything had happened! WOOT! Although I feel like crying that it's over... I'm so attached to everyone, especially Cecily. This was SO awesome- so so so awesome. So glad I read it. So glad you wrote it. So glad you SHARED it. Please tell me you have something up your sleeve for us. I NEED MORE ASHLEY FIC!! Thank you!!
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| Lucifer's Angel | March 7, 2008, 10:07 am Post #449 |
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Awww, that was soooo romantic, Ashley Cliff finally grew up, and he and Emily are getting married, knock on wood Hopefully you'll have something up your sleeve for us, pretty please? And I would love to read about Cliff and Emily's wedding, hopefully they won't just run off to Vegas Great job, and looking forward to reading more of your stuff. Nakemiin
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| Raedoll | March 7, 2008, 3:14 pm Post #450 |
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AWWWWHHH....I'm sad it's over But I really liked the ending. I think Evan and Cheyanne will hit it off well....but hey, you have to start off being good friends sometimes to realize that you're the best for eachother. I loved how Queen Victoria is a little schemer....just like Cess! They'll fit right in like peas and carrots. I can't wait for the next story of yours. I'm trying to catch up on all my other stuff too @_@ But it's okay! Oh, last night I moshed for you. Lol since your hubby said you wouldn't survive in the Mosphits I thought of you after I got pinned to the floor and elbowed these two guys behind me after they were ramming their elbows into my back and they fucked off! lol just for you Ashley! Kickass story, and a great way to start off a day finishing a long epic like this. SWEET!Love peace and chicken grease, Rae |
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The dog's thoughts were funny, though. And Cecily told the old cunt to fuck herself :horns2 Evan better grow some spine, his mother is a total bitch, I don't think she wants him to get married to anyone



I only hope she's ok
But Emily did the right thing.
I even blushed.
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he agreed to give up his fringy jacket!!!
And Emily's going to California!
Wow....

8:42 PM Jul 10