Replies:sam darls – Sorry you missed the update. Here’s another one.
Title: Songs For A Mix Tape
Author: Sarah (unionjill30)
Email: unionjill_30@yahoo.comRating: PG - PG13ish?
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters from ME, and really I don’t own the other characters so much either. Though Kim would like to think she owns me. I’ve been informed that I don’t have to be Kim’s bitch, I just choose to be. Go figure.
Feedback: Yes please
Track ListTrack 21: Need You Around by Smoking PopesThe three Rosenberg’s drove a large portion of the day on Wednesday and didn’t arrive at their destination until late evening. Exhaustion from the drive set in not much later, and they all headed off to bed after a short catching up period with the rest of the family.
On Thursday afternoon, Willow met up with her friend Jennifer at her hotel. After Buffy had left college to go to funeral school, Jennifer had slid into the friend role, though the two hadn’t seen each other in over year and, since both lived on opposite sides of the country, only talked occasionally through phone calls and emails. Both were looking forward to the reunion. They’d had their dating fluke which ended quickly with Jennifer’s realization that she was in fact straight, but it never split their friendship up. There were too many good times between them for that.
After a late lunch, the two women set off to discover what kind of shopping the city had to offer before checking out the night life once the sun went down. Being a Wednesday night, it was difficult to find anything extremely exciting, though they did manage to come across a moderately populated bar with an interesting live band. After an attempt by Jennifer to drag a very reluctant Willow onto the dance floor, the pair seated themselves at a table far enough from the noise so they could hear each other speak.
“Not quite as exciting as New York, huh?” Willow said once they’d ordered drinks.
“I’ve seen worse. I’m from ‘middle of nowhere’ Indiana, remember?” Jennifer joked. She’d always been a big party girl, whereas Willow had always been a bit less so. It never stopped Jennifer from trying to corrupt the redhead though. “Besides, sometimes you meet the most interesting people in a place like this.”
“Anyone ‘interesting’ come along lately?” Willow asked, curious as to whether or not her friend had met anyone date-worthy.
“Possibly,” Jennifer replied. “I’ve been on a few dates the past couple of weeks, but this one guy, Matteo, is so totally drool-worthy. We’re going out again when I get back.”
“Matteo?” Willow wondered out loud. It wasn’t exactly a common name.
“He’s Italian,” Jennifer explained with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Sexy accent, olive skin… yum.”
Willow laughed. “Sounds, um, interesting.”
“So what about you? I remember you mentioning someone. Tori was it?”
“Tara,” Willow corrected.
The drinks they’d ordered arrived and both women smiled their thanks to the waitress.
“Tara, right,” Jennifer responded once the waitress had gone. “You two still together?”
“That’s sort of, uh, debatable,” Willow said, poking a chunk of ice with a swizzle stick.
“What’s that mean?” Jennifer asked before sipping through her straw.
“First big fight,” Willow explained. “We’re sort of in a rough spot.”
“First fights are the worst,” Jennifer said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
“So I’m noticing,” Willow agreed.
“You guys’ll be great though when it’s over, trust me. That’s how it always works.” Jennifer seemed extremely cheery about this, causing Willow to quirk an eyebrow. “Like remember in that movie, the one with Lisa Kudrow?”
Willow had no idea what her friend was talking about, and the expression on her face said as much.
“You know. The one where they have to go to their reunion and they get in that big fight over Post-Its or whatever,” Jennifer tried to explain.
“Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion?” Willow clarified. Off Jennifer’s nod, she went on. “That’s about best friends getting in a fight. They weren’t dating.”
“So what,” Jennifer replied, not sure what difference it made. “It’s the same type of situation. First fight. Fight resolved. Happily ever after. It’s how the universe works.”
“You always were the optimistic one,” Willow reminisced with a small grin.
“And you were always the Rhoda,” Jennifer joked, referencing the movie they were talking about.
“I so am not the Rhoda. You’re the Rhoda. I’m the Mary,” the redhead argued.
“No, you’re the Rhoda. You’re the Jewish one,” Jennifer countered.
“That’s a stupid reason.” Willow began laughing.
“I’ll agree with you there,” Jennifer said, laughing as well. “So how ‘bout we have two Marys and both have some fun. I’ve gotta get you loosened up a bit.”
Willow smiled weakly at her friend, unsure of exactly what was in store for her.
Tara had as much luck reaching Willow on Tuesday as she’d had the night before. By Wednesday afternoon she finally gave in and decided to just leave a message. The phone was actually turned on for a change, and the blonde waited for the pre-recorded greeting from Willow to come up.
“Hey, Will, um, Willow. It’s me. Tara? I, uh, just kind of wanted to talk to you. About what all I said and stuff? If you just, um, just call me, I’ll be here. Bye.” She hung up the phone and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans before blowing out a breath of air.
Well that was a little more nerve-wracking than it should have been, she thought. Now the only thing left to do was hope for Willow to return her call.
“So she doesn’t even call me back!” Willow complained, before taking a drink from her glass.
Jennifer sighed and pushed her brown hair behind her ears. They’d been at the bar for a while, and the redhead had had quite a bit to drink so far. Jennifer figured that would have put her friend in a better mood, but all it had done was make Willow sad and sappy with an incredible amount of talk about Tara.
“Really though, it’s better this way,” Willow went on.
“How so?” Jennifer asked.
“She’s got stuff, major stuff, and I, I’d just screw up somehow, ya know? She needs her friends, not some bumbling idiot of a girlfriend who only makes things worse,” the redhead finished in a mumble. Willow had seen the pained look in Tara’s eyes after she told the blonde she loved her, but the magnitude of that pain hadn’t been realized until the day prior in the car. She’d also witnessed how happy Tara could be with her friends as well as how happy she could be with Willow herself. It wasn’t until the relationship tried to deepen that the blonde seemed truly unhappy. Maybe I’m not supposed to be Tara’s girlfriend. Maybe we’re just supposed to be friends, her confused mind tried to rationalize. The irony that sitting at the table with her was another ‘we should just be friends’ ex-girlfriend didn’t pass her by.
“Is that what she thinks too?” Jennifer probed, not even sure what they were talking about in the first place, as Willow didn’t elaborate.
“I don’t know what she thinks,” Willow replied. “It’s probably just better this way is all I’m saying. And you should see all the stuff I’ve gotten done in the past few days. It’s insane! I bet I didn’t get half that amount accomplished in the past few months I’ve known her.”
“Will. Hon. Did you ever consider maybe you’ve gotten so much done because of that nice habit you have of going completely obsessive compulsive with projects when something’s bothering you?” the brunette softly pointed out. “Remember when we broke up and the night janitor at the Teleplex started to know you by name? And then when you and your dad had that fight and you ended up baking more cookies than even a small army could consume?”
“Well duh, of course I’m just avoiding the problem,” Willow said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She rolled her eyes and took another drink. Chewing around an ice cube, she went on, sounding very logical for a change in her inebriated condition. “I love her. She won’t talk to me. So I just try not to think about it. Very simple. So on that note, let’s not talk about it anymore.”
Jennifer had to stop herself from pointing out that Willow was the one who had turned the conversation back to Tara in the first place after she’d so graciously started a new topic. “Okay, we won’t talk about her. Want to dance?”
“I’m not that drunk,” Willow pointed out wryly.
Out of nowhere, a group of three college-age guys came up to the table. Two were laughing and poking the other in the sides. They were obviously very drunk. The one being poked pulled up a seat next to Willow. “Hey, Red,” he said as smoothly as possible. “You got a man here?”
Willow tried very hard not to laugh. She looked up at Jennifer and noticed the brunette was in the same dilemma.
“Why don’t you come dance with me?” he went on. “’Cause here I am, rockin’ you like a hurricane.”
That’s all both Willow and Jennifer could take, and they both burst into hysterical laughter. The man’s two friends began laughing harder as well and pulled their companion up out of the seat to drag him away. The two women at the table could here him asking, “What’s so funny?” as he was pulled across the bar, causing them to laugh even more.
“That was the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard!” Jennifer managed through her laughter.
“Me too!” Willow agreed, pounding the table with one hand as tears poured out of the corners of her eyes.
“You know what we should do?” Willow said, once their laughter had died down.
“What?” Jennifer asked, still grinning.
“We should totally go find other places like this one and see how many tacky pick-up lines we can get,” Willow said, smiling.
“Sounds like a plan,” Jennifer agreed, standing up from her seat. She was sort of happy that guy had come up to their table since it seemed to have gotten Willow out of her depressive funk.
After paying for their drinks, the two women set off to see where else there was to go.
It had been a few hours since Tara had left the message on Willow’s phone, and she hadn’t heard anything back. She was starting to get impatient. In a final, last ditch effort, she dug out the number Willow had given her to her grandparents’ house and stared at the phone, debating on whether or not to dial. The redhead had given her the number almost a week before she was scheduled to leave for if any ‘just in case’ situations arose. Tara was starting to consider this as one of those situations.
Hesitantly, Tara punched in the numbers and waited for it to begin ringing. She knew the chances of Willow being the one to answer were extremely slim, which made her tense. She’d never talked to any members of the redhead’s family before and feared saying something stupid.
On the east coast, Elliot Rosenberg heard the phone ringing. Unwilling to get up from his recliner to walk across the room, he motioned to his son who was sitting on the sofa, nearest the telephone. “Ira, can you get that?”
Ira reached over and picked up the cordless handset, pressing talk before raising it to his ear and stating, “Rosenbergs.”
“H-Hi. May I speak with, um, W-Willow, please?” a woman’s quiet voice asked on the other end.
“She’s not here right now,” Ira replied, curious as to who would be calling Willow at his parents’ house and why whoever it was sounded so nervous. “Can I leave a message?”
“Could you, uh, could you t-tell her that Tara called?” From her side of the conversation, Tara was extremely disappointed by the news and it could be heard in her voice.
“Tara?” Ira questioned. His eyes lit up and he smiled, glad to finally be talking to the young woman he’d only heard about from his daughter.
“Y-Yes?” the blonde replied uncertainly.
“This is Willow’s father. I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to get to finally meet you, albeit over the phone, but it’s better than nothing.” His smile grew wider.
“Nice to meet you t-too, Mr. Rosenberg.” Tara tried to swallow but her mouth had gone fairly dry with her nervousness. She hadn’t expected to be having a conversation with Willow’s father.
“It’s Ira, dear. Mr. Rosenberg is my father. Ira’s fine,” he corrected.
The older man in the recliner had dozed off for a second, but at the mention of his name, his eyes popped open and he looked around asking, “Huh? What’s that?”
“Nothing, Dad,” Ira said with his hand covering the phone’s mouthpiece.
“Oh, o-okay, um, Ira.” Tara wasn’t sure how comfortable she felt referring to Willow’s father by his first name. Her parents had always taught her that it was polite to refer to her elders more formally.
“Willow’s out with her friend Jennifer,” Ira explained. “I’m not sure if you’ve met her.”
“No, sir. I haven’t,” Tara replied.
Listening to the girl, Willow’s father picked up on something underneath the nervousness. It sounded almost the way his daughter had sounded at dinner the first night she’d been home. He was really beginning to wonder what had these two so upset. “Tara?”
“Y-Yes, sir?”
“I was wondering if you could help me out on something,” he said, working on getting to the bottom of things.
“Whatever you, um, need, sir,” the blonde answered. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, and she moved from where she stood in her living room to a chair in an attempt to relax a little and quell the feeling to pass out.
“Has Willow been seeming a little, I don’t know, off I guess, to you?” he asked gently.
Tara’s immediate worry was, Is Willow okay? “I’m n-not, I’m not sure what you mean, sir,” she said, hoping he’d elaborate.
“She seems sort of down. Did anything happen…?” he trailed off, not wanting to push too hard.
“Oh….” Tara was suddenly feeling like she was going to get that ‘dad’ talk about not hurting his little girl. “I-I-I, um, w-we, we,” she stumbled trying to say something.
Ira felt for Tara as she struggled with her words and worried the girls were having some sort of trouble. “Are the two of you okay?” he asked, trying to figure out if they were in a fight or something of the sort. He wasn’t sure if it was really his place to be interrogating, but he didn’t like seeing his daughter upset and hearing Tara pulled at his heart even more.
“I, I don’t think so,” Tara replied weakly. She pulled her feet under herself on the chair she was seated on and brushed at her eyes with her sleeve as traces of tears popped up.
“Oh.” Ira wasn’t sure what else to say for a moment. He stood up from the sofa and began to walk from the living room to the den for a little privacy. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked as he walked through the hallways of his parents’ house.
Tara was surprised, and yet strangely calmed slightly, at the concern Willow’s father was showing. She wasn’t sure how to answer though. “I…”
“That was a stupid question probably,” Ira realized. “You girls probably don’t want me meddling in your business.”
“It’s o-okay,” Tara reassured. She really didn’t mind him trying to help out, especially if it meant fixing things with Willow. “I think if w-we just talked, we c-could, um we could work it out.”
“I’ll be sure to have her call you back then,” Ira said. “Have you tried her cell phone?”
“Y-Yes.”
“No answer?”
“No,” Tara replied.
“She didn’t answer when her mother called earlier either,” Ira said absently.
Willow’s father’s words sparked a small amount of hope in the blonde. Maybe it’s not just me she’s not answering for.
“I’ll try calling her there again, and maybe you can too,” he went on.
“O-Okay,” Tara agreed.
“So, Tara?”
The blonde got a little nervous again at the tone change in Willow’s father’s voice. It shifted a little from caring-mode to dad-mode, causing her to squirm a little in her chair. “Yes?”
“I’m sure you two will get all this sorted out. The way Willow talks, she really cares about you.” Ira had in fact gone into dad-mode, and now that the issues were dealt with, he wanted to make sure of Tara’s intentions toward his daughter. “And she’s talked about you a lot in the past few months.”
Tara grinned a little bit as she listened.
“As her father,” Ira went on, “I just wanted to know if you care about her as much as she seems to care about you.”
“Yes, sir, very much so,” Tara said without hesitation.
The certainty in the young woman’s voice was enough for Ira, and he smiled. “That’s good to hear.”
Tara felt a bit of relief. She’d expected more.
“Now you should try calling her again, and if you don’t catch her, I’ll have her call you when she gets in.”
“Thank you, sir,” Tara said.
“You’re welcome,” Ira replied. “And, Tara?”
“Yes, sir?”
“You should really come out and visit us sometime.”
“I’d like that,” Tara said honestly. Willow’s father seemed like a nice man.
“Me too. Bye, Tara.”
“Bye,” the blonde replied and hung up the phone.
Ira hung up as well and turned around to leave the room only to see his wife coming through the doorway.
“Who was that?” Shelia asked.
“That was Tara,” Ira said.
“Tara?” Shelia looked slightly worried. “You didn’t scare the girl did you?”
“No, Dear,” Ira reassured. “No scare tactics.”
Shelia was relived. “Good.”
“She seems like a really nice girl.”
“If Willow likes her, she must be a nice girl,” Shelia rationalized.
“Hey, Will, do you have any lip gloss?” Jennifer asked. She’d been going through her own purse for a few minutes but came up with nothing that could offer some moisture to her semi-dry lips.
“In my bag,” Willow said through gritted teeth as she tried to force down a yelp.
“Great,” Jennifer said cheerily, grabbing the offered purse and digging in. She found a tube of lip balm near the bottom and greedily applied it to her lips. “That’s awesome,” she sighed as she put the cap back on. “Mmm, cherry.” As she went to toss the tube back into Willow’s purse she saw a little flashing light inside the bag that appeared to be coming from the redhead’s phone. She pulled out the object and looked at the outside screen. “Hey, Will, you missed a few messages.”
“I’ll ge-yow!” the redhead yelled and squinted her eyes against the pain she was experiencing. “I’ll get them later,” she finally managed.
“Cool,” Jennifer said and started to put the phone away. Before she could get it into the purse though, the screen lit up and showed an incoming call. The sound didn’t seem to be turned on. “You’ve got a call. Want me to answer?” the brunette asked.
“Fine.” Willow whimpered and squeezed her eyes tighter. The last thing on her mind was her phone.
“I’ll take it outside. It’ll be quieter,” Jennifer said as she began to walk toward the door. She looked down and read the caller ID. When she saw who it was she smiled and flipped open the phone. “Hello?”
“Is, uh, is Willow there?” Tara asked on the other end, obviously thrown by the fact that the redhead wasn’t the one to answer.
“Will’s kinda busy right now,” Jennifer said as she opened the door to step outside. At that moment, the redhead let out a loud, painful yell, causing the brunette to wince before the door shut behind her.
Tara heard the yell through the phone. “What was that?” she asked in a panic.
“That would be Willow.” Jennifer giggled. She tried to tell Willow it was going to hurt, but the redhead hadn’t listened.
“What the hell’s wrong with her?” Tara’s defenses picked up at the thought of Willow in pain or danger, and she wanted to reach through the phone and strangle the giggling twit on the other end for information.
Jennifer was totally oblivious to the malice in the other woman’s voice and chattered on. “I tried to tell her it would hurt like a bitch and that it was probably going to bleed some ‘cause of the alcohol and all, but she insisted.”
“Wait a minute. What?” Tara was incredibly confused. “And who are you?”
“Oh!” The brunette laughed. “This is Jennifer. Willow’s friend? You’re Tara right?” she asked, wanting to make sure it was in fact Willow’s girlfriend she was talking to.
“Yes,” Tara replied. “What are you two doing?”
“Willow’s getting a tattoo. On her lower back,” Jennifer explained. “It’s going to be so incredibly cute.”
“Why is she getting a tattoo?” Tara couldn’t stop herself from asking. She then added in something Jennifer had said earlier. “And she was drinking before she went in? Don’t you know how incredibly stupid that is?”
“Like I said, I told her it probably wasn’t a good idea, but she’s stubborn,” Jennifer tried to reason. “But really, she puked everything up earlier anyway, so it’s probably not a big deal. Man, you missed a crazy night.”
Tara pinched the bridge of her nose as the other woman talked. She’d never met Jennifer and didn’t have anything against her, but listening to her talk made Tara rethink that.
“First we met these guys and they were all flirty, but it was bad flirty,” the brunette continued. “Worst lines ever. Then we drove around a little bit trying to find stuff to do and we were at this red light and I dared Will to get out and run around the car and she did but when she made it back around I locked the door on her. It was so funny. You should have seen her face.”
And Willow likes you because…? Tara thought to herself. She barely stopped herself from vocalizing it. She normally didn’t think such mean thoughts, but she’d never met someone who annoyed her so much just by talking to them.
Jennifer wasn’t done with her story yet. “Then she just started retching right there in the street. It was awesome. Thankfully there weren’t any other cars around, otherwise they’d be honking for us to move. After that I let her back in the car and we ended up at this tattoo place.”
“Have you been drinking?” Tara asked, worried that Jennifer had been driving around drunk.
“Oh god no,” Jennifer assured. “Soda all night for me. I can’t mix my medication with alcohol.”
It wouldn’t happen to be Ritalin, would it? Tara wondered then chastised herself for her thoughts.
“You’re sure?” Tara asked, still not completely convinced. The other woman sounded a little too bubbly to be fully sober.
“Yep. I’m sure,” the brunette reassured. “People always ask me that. Don’t worry. I’m just like this all the time.”
“Great,” Tara said weakly. She started to wonder again why exactly Willow and Jennifer were friends. And Willow dated her? So far she’d met two of Willow’s exes and neither seemed all that spectacular. Tara knew she herself wasn’t perfect and suddenly felt bad that someone as wonderful as Willow had such a horrible relationship track record.
“Want me to see if Will’s up for talking?” Jennifer asked as she turned to go back to her friend. She was completely excited Tara was on the phone. She loved all that gushy romantic stuff where the movie hero or heroine got a happy ending, and she hoped to see Willow’s situation turn out that way.
“Please?” Tara asked. She sounded almost exhausted, and in truth she was. She was tired of all the obstacles in the way of the conversation she desperately needed to have with the redhead. First her own ignorance, followed by unanswered phone calls, then Willow’s father, and finally Jennifer. It was all wearing her down.
“Hang on a sec.”
Jennifer made it back to where the tattoo artist was hovering over Willow’s back. She observed the work so far and grimaced. “Is all the blood okay?” she asked.
“There’s not a lot of blood,” the artist said, pulling back slightly and looking up at the brunette. “It’s mostly fluid tinted by the little amount of blood there actually is,” he explained before going back to his work.
On the bench, Willow was trying to block out the voices along with the stinging pain from the rapid needle pricks. It wasn’t a horrendously painful experience, but it definitely wasn’t at all pleasant.
Back with the phone conversation, Jennifer began describing the current state of the tattoo. Of course she couldn’t help but exaggerate a tad. “You’ve gotta see this. It’s all oozy and fluid-y. Nasty stuff.”
Tara’s stomach lurched at the words ‘oozy’ and ‘fluid-y.’ She had a tendency to get squeamish when it came to open wounds.
Jennifer didn’t stop there. “The blood’s kinda seeping out and…” She paused to think for a second. “Have you ever seen that statue from whatever country it was with the weepy-eyed Virgin Mary and the blood? You know, like she was bleeding out of her eyes? Well it reminds me of that.”
In reality, it wasn’t all that bad of a sight. There was a little bit of fluid here and there, and the man creating the tattoo was keeping the area pretty clear. Tara didn’t know that though and was getting horrific visuals of blood pouring off her girlfriend’s body. “I think I’m gonna be sick,” she choked out. She nearly gagged, and fortunately nothing came up.
“What’s there to be sick about? It’s not vomit-worthy,” Jennifer said to the other woman.
As Willow laid there with her face resting in the crook of an elbow, she had been assuming Jennifer was describing the gore for her benefit. That is, until it was obvious she was talking to someone else. “Who are you talking to?” the redhead asked, peaking up to see her friend on the phone.
“You’ll never guess,” Jennifer replied, her eyes shining.
Willow quirked an eyebrow, making her appear a little less than amused.
“Okay,” the brunette relented, “I’ll give you a hint. Her name rhymes with Farrah.” She smiled as the redhead’s eyes widened.
Willow gasped and jerked upward slightly. Luckily, the needle wasn’t near her skin otherwise she’d be in for some serious pain. “Tara?!”
The blonde could hear Willow say her name through the phone. It sounded somewhere between shocked and pleading. It made her heart flutter hearing the redhead sound like she wanted to talk to her.
“Wanna talk to her?” Jennifer asked, grinning like a fool.
The look on Willow’s face said ‘Ya think?’ but quickly changed to ‘Please?’ Jennifer quickly complied and handed the redhead the phone.
“Just make sure to keep still,” the tattoo artist warned as he went back to his work.
Willow rested her head across her bent left arm and slowly lifted the phone to her ear. She’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity, and now that it was here, she wasn’t sure what to do.
“Say something,” Jennifer whispered loudly.
Tara saved the redhead from having to say anything. “Will?” she asked softly. Somehow she knew Willow was on the other end now.
“Tara?” Willow asked, not quite believing the blonde was there.
“Yeah, Sweetheart, it’s me.” Tara smiled and her eyes shined with tears.
“I can’t believe you called,” the redhead whispered. She felt the arm she rested on become slightly damp as she shed tears she hadn’t known were there.
“I should have called sooner. Before you left.” Tara swallowed the lump in her throat in an attempt to stay composed. Breaking down in a sobbing mess wouldn’t accomplish anything.
“I’m just glad you called,” Willow said honestly. She then yelped in pain as the artist’s needle hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Tara cringed at her girlfriend’s pain. “Does it hurt very bad?” she asked.
“Not as bad as it hurts being without you,” Willow whispered.
Willow’s words cut straight through the blonde. “God I’ve been so stupid.”
“No. No, Baby,” Willow gently chided. “Not stupid. You were just reacting. You were hurting too.” During weak moments over the time they’d been apart, Willow would have agreed with Tara’s ‘stupid’ comment, but now things were different. She felt she had an understanding of Tara’s actions and needed the blonde to know she understood.
Tara didn’t say anything on the other end. She sat taking in Willow’s words and let silent tears trail down her cheeks.
Willow listened to the silence on the phone and the buzzing of the tattoo machine and became suddenly aware of the two people in the room with her. “Listen, Tare. How ‘bout I call you back later tonight when I get in at my grandparents’ and you and I can really talk?”
“’Kay,” Tara replied quietly.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you then.”
“’Kay,” the blonde repeated.
“Bye, Baby.”
“Bye, Will.”
Both women hung up the phone sad to part with the other but glad to know they would be talking later. They hadn’t solved anything, but it was a start.
Someone always playing corporation games. Who cares. They're always changing corporation names. We just want to dance here. Someone stole the stage. They call us irresponsible, write us off the page. Marconi plays the mamba. Listen to the radio. Don't you remember? We built this city. We built this city on rock 'n roll.
by allykat » Sun Dec 07, 2003 5:03 pm 
Just joking.
can dream, can't she?
slayer girl 
unionjill 
,
didn't pick up the phone or that 
didn't leave a message. 
What is wrong with those two. 
I mean come on. I get the hurt feelings and all but if they don't talk they won't get anything fixed. 
I swear, I just don't get people like that. Can't wait to 
more. Update soon, please? 
at: 12/8/03 9:52 pm
, I wish Willow would just call her. And Tara, grrrrr 
, I wish she would just leave a freakin' message 
So, I want to tell you what a great story you've created, that I love everything about it and that I'm sorry for not saying it sooner. 
Oh, and Happy Holidays. 
), Tara and Jennifer..... anyhoo, I'm babbling now. Great update and love this story..... Hope to see more soon..... =)