Damage Report

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I've already got a weird, first-person spoken monologue Pete fic in the works, but I don't know if I'll ever post it. It was an exercise in getting his voice right, really, and it's really tongue-in-cheek and kind of over the top...

I also have about a page of a Sixteen Candles Universe written.

And sections of dialogue in my head that REFUSE TO GO AWAY.

So we'll see.

Ehhh, here, have a snippet of the Pete fic. I have no idea at all if there's a story that goes with the whole Anna Break-Up Thing that everyone except me knows, but this is how I wrote it:

So, he walked into my room and didn't say anything. He just stood there, looking like Joe when he's been on the hokey smoke, for like a fucking minute, and then he just scratched the side of his face, right by where his hair turns into sideburns, and kind of laughed, "She's gone, dude."

I just sort of stared, mostly.

"Anna left."

For a second I thought he was gonna pass out, so I went over and pushed him toward the bed, because, y'know... it's better than the floor... and I tried to say something decent, like, "Oh, dude, I'm sorry," but all I got was, "Fuck. Fuhreal?"

*snickers* Needs honing for sure, but I just like the mental image of that last night.