sweet dreams|wondertrev fluff

1980s Fluff

A/N: READ THE PHOTO ABOVE! This is what the storyline of WW2 will probably be!

"I know, but how do I decide on which cotton swab is the best?"

Diana sat in her small office cubical, sighing from the exhaustion of answering unnecessary question after unnecessary question.

In all actuality, she loved her job. She looked forward to downing a cup of coffee in ten seconds, the Spring breeze rushing behind her as she sped off towards the office. It gave her a sense of pride in being able to help other people with their problems, whether they be as small as knowing how long it'd take to bake cupcakes, or something as big as wondering if their own son was on drugs. She loved that they trusted her enough to come seeking her help.

The real reason she was in a sour mood was due to the fact that it was Valentine's Day. This was the first question that didn't involve 'will my boyfriend like this outfit?' or 'where are the best restaurants for a romantic night?' Relationship questions had never been her favorite. Diana didn't want to interfer with others love life. The fact that they thought she was some sort of love expert shocked her to the point of spilling her coffee all over her skirt. Because, yes, that did happen on rare occasions.

She couldn't even hold on to her boyfriend, Steve Trevor, for one month before he took a bullet for her. Diana still got angered with Steve's dead soul over it--He'd left her alone in an unfamiliar area where she didn't know anything.  What pissed her off the most, though, was that she should've been the person that bullet hit. Not him.

"Hello? Are you there?"

"Uh, sorry. I'll have to put you on hold," Diana lied, holding the phone to her chest.

Moving to LA, one of the biggest cities in the United States, was probably the best choice she'd ever made. There was always some sort of buzz, there was always something to distract Diana from her real problems. She was usually an urgent person, wanting to deal with everything before they became even bigger of a dismay than they already were.

But with Steve, after forty years of missing him, she still couldn't get over his death. It was tragic, like most events in Diana's unlucky little life. Despite the words scrawled on cards friends had sent her, the grieving period didn't seem to end. Nothing got easier over time. They'd just gotten harder, when everything she saw reminded her of him. And she got all these looks of pity, which really annoyed her.

She speedily emailed his question to a beauty company. This wasn't uncommon, she often had to ask others for help. It must've taken two whole minutes to send her one- sentence message.

"Alright, where are you right now?"

"Michigan?"

Diana laughed an airy and easy laugh. You had to be good at fake laughing for this job, people were always making lame jokes. "No, like, are you at CVS?"

"K-Mart," He replied in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Great! Keep me on the line while you buy your other groceries. I've forwarded a message, and I'll inform you on the answer as soon as I receive it."

Static filled her ears as she heard the man hang up. Exhaling through her mouth, Diana leaned forward. She twisted a piece of hair around a finger, already bored.

Only two more hours of this job. Then, she could continue to get real questions about real problems for the rest of the week.

Steve had once told her about how everyone wanted some sort of job, everyone wanted to feel important. At the time, she said only a specific person could be a leader, and not everyone wanted to lead. But throughout the past few years, she realized how sadly true his words were. People always wanted control, and it could result in so much. Sometimes, based on news report, it could even end up getting someone killed. Someone who could've been the love of a girls life.