All right, here it is, whipped up on the spur of the moment. Hope I did OK with your character Jaz, I really like her! And Figgie, are you not going to guest star yourself? Whatever you pick is OK, but if you decide to, jump on in! The water is fine...
Chapter Three:
The day was nice, with a little winter nip left in the air, as three friends strolled through the park.
The young brown-haired whatnot shoved at her friend Jaz, who was chortling in the way girls will do on a nice day.
"Not funny." Lonnie insisted, although she was smiling too.
"Oh it
so is. Although he reminds me a little more of 'Sherman' from Rocky and Bullwinkle." Jaz came-back.
This brought a fresh round of laughter from the taller red-headed teen next to them, dressed in bright running attire.
"Skeeter!" Lonnie took it in turn to push her. "Defend your brother!"
"I would, but I'm laughing too hard! 'Gee, Mr. Peabody." Her high-pitched impression dissolved into snickers from all sides.
Lonnie shrugged, obviously defeated in the battle of preserving her boyfriend's honor. "Well, I always thought Sherman was pretty cute anyway."
The group stopped at a vender's table, where fresh valentines day flowers were being sold. Jaz played with the petals of a bunch of huge red and black roses.
"Think about how romantic it would be to get some of these..."
Lonnie smiled as she smelled the bunch of daisies. "I can't wait for Valentine's day now. It'll be the first year I've had something special to do....and someone special to do it with."
"Bleh. Don't talk that way about my brother around me, please." Skeeter laughed.
"Then you have to promise not to talk about Clifford the way
you do. Deal?" Lonnie snarked back.
They both noticed at the same moment the far-off look on Jaz's face.
Skeeter tapped her shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong J?"
"I dunno. I guess it's not quite as exciting when your going alone." She handed the bouque back to the vender, a little mournfully.
"Oh Jaz, don't you dare, we all know that any day now Fozzie..." At the bear's name Jaz's gloved hand clapped across her mouth.
"Ssshh!"
"Oh c'mon J, we're not in the third grade anymore!" Skeeter said plaintively.
"I know, it's just..." She stared down at her feet.
"Gosh Jaz, Fozzie's not that bad..." Lonnie began.
"Bad?! No way! He's awesome! He's sweet and kind and funny and caring and...it's just that, if it's ever gonna work out between us, it has to be
him. You know what I mean? I can't be the one to make
him like
me. So until he decides he likes me enough to show me...I can't let him know that I really....you know."
Skeeter and Lonnie shared a glance.
"That you really
what?"
Jaz gulped and looked around as if the comedian had planted cameras under every rock. She grinned sheepishly. "Anyone want to go dress shopping?!"
"That's what we were already doing."
"Um...I meant...why don't we invite Miss Piggy?"
"Why not?! Although
you have to help carry her shopping bags."
"I can't
afford the places she wants to shop!"
"We should get my brother to spot us some cash..."
"And leave him short?"
"...oh yeah, to buy you a gift, no way!"
"I wasn't even thinking about that!"
"....right."
Glad the subject had been changed, Jaz walked behind her friends, casting a doleful gaze back at the bouquet of roses.