“I WAS out with my friends!” argued Pansy, banging her fists on the desk. I don’t know why she’s sitting at a desk. Ask her.

“Its true…” said Estelle in a tiny voice

            “You stay out of it!” Pansy and I say simultaneously.

Estelle started sulking and muttered “I don’t know why I’m here then! Better yet, why are you two here?! I’m the character here! I deserv…”

  “Don’t tell her she doesn’t deserve to be here! Its my story and Pansy can go wherever she wants…” I trail off as I realise what I’ve just said. Plus, the gleeful look on Pansy’s face was cue enough to backtrack. “…except be in intimate company with Bette, Helena (together or separately), with you Estelle… and Shane, and Alice, because its Alice, right? Oh and Jenny too, I like Jenny. Tina’s cute too, so no Tina. And no Dana either, because Alice wouldn’t be happy about it…. so yeah, except in intimate company of those people, Pansy may go wherever she wants!” I beam at Pansy brightly.

 

            “Hmmf! Who does that leave me then?!” scowls Pansy

 

                        I blink innocently “I can write in Henry, if you like”

 

            “Why I oughta…”

 

“Hold it, hold it” Interrupts Estelle, doing her best imitation of a sheriff. “Let’s all just calm down…”

 

“I AM calm!” another simultaneous response, this time louder, and more shrill. Because you can’t have catfights without shrill voices. It’s a necessity.

 

Estelle sighed “Then kindly remove your fists from each other’s hair” She waited until her orders were followed. She sends both combatants to separate corners of the room. “First of all, I’m sorry for getting between you two…”

 

“No no, there’s nothing to get in between to! There’s nothing between us!” Protested Pansy, lest the queue of women waiting in line to have her got disgruntled and left.

 

I roll my eyes a’la Tina while muttering “Sure there isn’t. You just propose to me for fun..”

 

“That was not a proposal that night!”

 

“Well! There was flowers involved and massages being promised so what’s a girl to think?” I harrumph. “And to think I was preparing a surprise for you to celebrate the one-year anniversary of us meeting…”

 

“You were going to surprise me?” Asked Pansy, quietened by how sweet I was (yes, yes, it’s still my story so the way I write, Pands will think me sweet. Hmmf. So there.)

 

“See!” I turn to Estelle “She didn’t even remember!”

 

“Tsk tsk, Pansy” obliged Estelle, because siding with the author would be the smarter move.

 

“No… I didn’t forget. In fact… I was going to surprise you”

 

“Really?” I say, going awww big time.

 

“Yes… I was going to write you a Buffy snippet of Willow/Darla… and an extra long chapter of What Time Reveals…”

 

I turn to you readers. See? Now aren’t you glad I wrote this? You’re getting an update of What Time Reveals! I quickly turn to Pansy before she starts running after me “Now, now, P, all this was out of love, y’see?”

 

Pansy starts advancing towards me slowly. Its not clear from her posture if she means to give me a good glomping for writing this or if its to shower me with affection, so I do the only thing I can.

 

            I run.

 

(end)

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