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What's Your Fantasy	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’ve always been a rule follower. At least, if the rules seem fair and egalitarian. I appreciate order and structure. I take after my father in that regard. In fact, I mirror Daddy in a lot of ways, inheriting his coloring in hair and eye shades while Evelyn favors our mother with her honey blonde hair and rebellious nature. Pre-Curious Goods and the Lewis inheritance, I had resigned myself to my fate of becoming the trophy wife of an ambitious lawyer, fitting the role to a tee, much to the happiness of my own very high-powered lawyer father. He’s a controlling partner for the most prestigious law firm in Los Angeles. Daddy had actually arranged the match between myself and Lloyd, who had interned for the firm just out of Harvard and impressed my father to no end with his upward mobility. As far as Daddy was concerned, he was the perfect future son-in-law. An absolute dream come true. Especially after Evelyn had disappointed him so greatly, getting pregnant with J.B. at 17 and eloping with Benjamin, the son of our pool man who was a few years her senior and an aspiring screenwriter in his own right. Evie was actually disowned temporarily, until Ben won over our parents by defying Hollywood odds and becoming an overnight success.
Now she’s back in their good graces and I am the current black sheep. But what else was I to do? Fate had dealt me a hand in which I have a real purpose, a chance to do serious good in the world. To actually contribute, not just be an ornament. Besides, it’s Ryan’s and my fault that a bulk of Uncle Lewis’ cursed objects are out there terrorizing and murdering in the first place. We would be horrible people if we didn’t do our best to try to make it right. And we’re not horrible people. We’re saving lives, here.
As far as Lloyd is concerned, I’m better off without him. He was such a condescending jerk, for one, which would have been thrilling in the bedroom if he wasn’t such a boring, selfish lover. The same two positions, every time. And he *never* went down, but always expected head. Due to my multi-orgasmic persuasion, I still at least got off, but comparatively, Ryan and Lloyd don’t even exist in the same sexual species of man. Ryan is Babe Ruth, whereas Lloyd was second-string little league. I don’t regret my choice in dumping him for a single second. Especially now.
But I can’t help but feel twinges of hurt knowing that my father is disappointed in my decision to live life as a mere shopkeeper. And it’s not like I can tell him about the cursed objects. He’d never believe me. No one would. So obviously, I’ve been keeping my real-life goal a secret from my family and friends.
I know if Evie was in my position, she wouldn’t give a flying fuck what our father thought. Evelyn Foster was born giving a middle finger to the world. She was consistently crazy when we were kids, forever pulling pranks and getting into trouble with her gang of boys in our neighborhood. By 12, she was dressing scandalously and sneaking out of the house almost every night. She dabbled in her share of drugs and alcohol as a teen, but was always pretty clandestine about it and surprisingly never got caught in the act. By the time she fell in love with Ben and had J.B., she had done her share of living and was ready to ‘mellow out’, in her own words. For the most part, she seems happy. And J.B. is a great kid. Personally, I think she lucked out. With how outlandish she was, it’s amazing that she didn’t end up in jail.
Quiara, on the other hand, has remained her eternal exotically insane self. She’s the premiere party girl in Los Angeles, a permanent fixture on the red carpet and at various big name fashion shows. She refuses to be nailed down and has a different man on her arm every night. Quiara has always been a gorgeous girl, perfectly aerobicized with long straight light brown hair and amber eyes that she inherited from her model turned socialite mother.
The Carletons, no matter how neglectful they were as parents, have kept Quiara very comfortable. She has a formidable house in the Hills that’s completely hers and paid for, and her parents keep a stable of servants in their employ on her behalf, so she literally has no worries other than being the toast of L.A. and high society.
Such different worlds we live in now. But through it all, sisters we remain. It will be good to see them both again. I’ve been consistently hunting objects for the past year, so the last time I saw them was shortly after I began my quest with Ryan and Jack on Quiara’s last birthday weekend. Lloyd and I were still together then, but we were hanging on by the barest of threads. Evie and Quiara both agreed that they weren’t Lloyd’s biggest fans. Quiara’s nickname for him was Emperor Jerkwad, if I recall correctly. And Evie and Lloyd were always butting heads if they were in the same room together. Both gave me their sincerest congratulations when they learned that we had broken up. It made me feel a little better about letting go of that aspect of my life, receiving their support in my decision to live and work at Curious Goods. My parents may not approve, but at least my sisters do.
I’m still smiling like an idiot when I disembark the plane at LAX from Ryan’s extensive goodbye before I had to pack and leave. I miss him to death already. He’s just such a force to be reckoned with in the bedroom. And an artist of the highest degree in the act of cunnilingus. I’ve never been more satisfied in my life when it comes to that. His inherent genius in that area has made me the luckiest girl in existence.
“Micki-Michelle!” I hear Evelyn holler at the gate.
“Evie-Evelyn!” I yell back, hefting my carry-on at my side. I think I packed well enough. I see Evie and Quiara through a throng of people and make my way over, “Birthday girl!” I greet Quiara, engaging in our air kiss on each cheek ritual of hello.
“Hey dollface, you’re looking especially gorg. What’s going on with you?” Quiara examines me.
Evie swarms at my side, “Yeah, you’re all glowy, sister dear.” Her eyes narrow and she nudges Quiara, “What is that look saying to you, Kiki?”
Quiara’s jaw drops and she smiles at me with a slow spreading grin, “You’ve been getting laid, Michelle. And a lot, too, you little slut.”
I blush about a thousand shades of red and look at my feet. They never fail to read me like a large print book.
“We’ll get the details in the limo, Kiki. Airports give me hives; let’s get her bags and get the hell out of here.” Evie cuts in, putting an arm around both of our shoulders and leading us to the baggage carousel.
Soon enough we’re in the back of Quiara’s limousine and she’s pouring Bollinger into long stemmed champagne glasses with a practiced flourish, passing one each to myself and Evie before sipping on her own. She raises her glass in the air, “To my weekend with my soul sissies! Let the wholesome, light debauchery commence, post haste.”
“Hell yeah.” Evie chimes, “Cheers, darling.”
I raise my glass and chuckle in the affirmative as Quiara and Evie shoot me expectant looks. Quiara rolls her eyes as I continue to smile like an idiot and say nothing, “Oh my god, Micki, are we going to have to drag it out of you? What’s the dish? Who are you doing the horizontal lambada with, sister dear? You have to tell me, it’s my birthday celebration, after all.” She lights a cigarette and gives me a smirk. She knows she made her point.
“Ryan.” I admit, “It’s very recent, we just started seeing each other officially under a week ago.”
Evelyn barks out a laugh and downs her Bolli, “Taking advantage of that dick on tap, finally. I’m such a proud big sister right now.”
Evelyn has taken great joy in teasing me about Ryan and I’s living situation ever since the one and only time she visited the store, about two weeks after we had first moved in. She referred to Ryan as ‘that teddy bear cute dick on tap’ and continued to rachet up her taunts after Lloyd and I split. I never outright took her seriously, obviously, though in hindsight, maybe I should have. Because he’s just a goddamn blessing, in every conceivable way.
“Back up; your cousin, Ryan?” Quiara questions me.
“He’s *barely* our cousin, Kiki.” Evie comes to my defense, “Not a drop of blood relation. It hardly counts.”
“Sounds kinky. Good for you, Micki. From the look of that glow, you’re obviously enjoying yourself. And if you’re happy, I’m totally happy.”
“I am. He’s just…oh my GOD, you guys.” I beam, “I’m so fucking in love already. I’ve been in such a haze.”
“Ooh, the L word already? Baby sister, this sounds serious. But I’ve met the man and have to say that he is one of the few good ones. Unlike Ben, that fucking rat bastard. I’d kill him, but I’m not made for prison. No champagne.” Evie obtains the bottle of Bollinger and fills her glass to the brim, downing it in three seconds and repeating again as Quiara produces a second bottle to replace the one Evie just killed.
“Evie, what’s Ben got into now?” I ask her as I finish my own glass and hold it out to Quiara’s offering of a refill.
“Oh, at least a different starlet every week. He thinks he’s being effectively sneaky, but I’m three steps ahead of him. I hired a P.I. to tail that son of a bitch. I have pictures and everything.” Evelyn makes a motion for Quiara’s cigarette and takes a drag off of it before passing it back to the birthday girl.
“That asshole. God, I’m so sorry, Evie.” Wow. Poor Evelyn. Sitting on concrete proof that her husband has been cheating on her. How fucking terrible. She’s got to be just crushed.
“Dirty fucking dog.” Quiara comments, “Take him for everything he’s worth, sister. Lucky for you that your Daddy is skilled in the legal department. With the proof you have, you can’t lose.”
They clink glasses in silent agreement as the limo halts to a stop.
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