“Woman!” Alice chastised her roommate, “He likes you! Quit picking on him!”
London threw her hands in the air in exasperation. “I didn’t do anything!” she complained, “He just… follows me around! It’s annoying!”
Alice smacked London’s shoulder and said, “Stop it! Just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean-”
“That’s right! I don’t know why he does stuff like that! In the legends-”
“THE LEGENDS HAVE NO SWAY HERE!” Alice exploded.
“Sigyn-”
“ISN’T HERE!” Alice shouted.
“But-” London said.
“BUT NOTHING!” Alice smacked London’s shoulder again. “GET A GRIP, WOMAN!”
“I DON’T WANNA!” London shouted even louder than Alice, “I’M WHAT YOU CALL AN INTROVERT, A SOCIOPATH, WHATEVER! I. DON’T. LIKE. PEOPLE.”
Alice smiled knowingly and leaned back in her chair. “Suuuure you don’t…” she said.
London glared at Alice and asked, “And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?”
Alice tucked her legs under and said, “You’re the sociopath, you figure it out.”
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Paris stared at London. “Dude,” she said, “He likes you. Get over it.”
“AHHHHH!” London shouted as she dropped to her knees and outstretched her arms dramatically. “WHYYYYYY MEEEEEE???”
“’Cause you’re cute,” Paris explained.
London sent Paris a death glare as she rose to her feet. “I am NOT cute, YOU are cute. I am supposed to be the tomboy that nobody wants to be around.”
“Well, toughen up, ‘cause somebody likes you,” Paris said in a sing-song way as she walked past her friend.
London followed Paris with her eyes. “I hate this place,” she complained.
“No, you don’t,” Paris called over her shoulder.
“YOU have the nice guy while I have his doppelganger!” London exclaimed.
“I think you’re mad that somebody actually cares about you. But, getting back to your comment, then where would we be?” Paris asked as she turned around to face London.
“I’ll tell you where we would be. We would be sitting at home, watching Sherlock or Doctor Who or Merlin episodes and eating popcorn. Not actually living the episodes out!” London explained, “What happened to being normal? What happened to us?”
Paris walked up to London and grasped London’s shoulders. “We fell into fandoms. We are fangirls. Embrace the reality,” she said, and then walked away, leaving London to contemplate.
As Paris neared the stairs, she noticed a small black shape on the stairs. She didn’t have to look closely to recognize what it was.
It was the Darth Vader bobble head.
Paris stared at it. “London?” she asked, “Could you come here a moment?”
“Why?” London asked, approaching her friend.
As Paris pointed to the shape on the stairs, London knelt down and reached out to pick the toy up.
“NO! Don’t touch it!!” Paris screeched, backing away.
London looked over her shoulder at her skittish friend. “It’s just a bobble head,” she said, “It’s not going to bite me!” But as London was about to pick it up, the toy came alive and hopped down one stair.
London shouted in surprise, causing Paris to scream in a moment of panic.
For a few seconds, the girls stared wide-eyed at the small shape on the stairs in silence.
“What do we do now?” Paris whispered.
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Life At Fanwood
FanfictionImagine a place not so far from here and yet so far away - a town called FANWOOD where every storybook and movie character you have ever known lives, breathes, and eats. A place that holds your dreams. And your nightmares. A town where Loki, the god...
