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RATING: BM (Blame Maggie) She's making my brain go in this direction
without
even meaning to.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own any characters, etc.
NOTES/COMMENTS: I realize there's something very wrong with someone
who
refers to herself in the third person, but Penn doesn't like using
"I" all
the time. Hey, it was a late, late work night yesterday and I had to
keep
myself amused so here it goes:
feedback welcome! PenKatt@aol.com
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"Hey, what cha working on?"
"Nothing," the girl yelped, quickly covering the paper with her arms.
"Ohhhh, I bet I know!" her friend said, plopping down in the grass beside
her. "So what are you gonna do to J.D. this time, huh? You gonna push
him
down a well, off a cliff, feed him to the wolves, break his leg, huh,
huh???"
Maggie chanted, the evil glint in her eyes almost blinding.
"You and Cass have already covered those," Penn smiled.
"Oh, yeah. So what then?" the dark-haired girl asked, leaning in to
catch a
glimpse of what the big secret was.
"It's not a story," Penn answered, pulling the notebook close to her
body and
absently drumming it with the pen in her left hand. "It's a letter."
"For who?"
"Uh…J.D., it's sort of an apology."
"What are you apologizing to him for?" Maggie gasped.
"Geez, Maggs. I've been picking on him a lot lately and if I'm not hurting
him myself I'm trying to get you or the others to do it. I'm just startin'
to
feel a little guilty, that's all."
"Uh, oh, you're not getting all s…"
Penn cleared her throat loudly, "Hey! I may get a teeny, itsy bitsy
bit
smarmy from time to time, but you're about to utter a fightin' word!"
"I was just gonna say soft," Maggie answered innocently.
"Oh, ok."
"I can't believe you, of all people would end up feeling remorse for
having a
little fun," Maggie shook her head in disbelief.
"I can't help it. J.D.'s just been so sweet lately and I just keep knockin'
the crap out of him every chance I get. I lie awake at night thinking
up new
ways to hurt the poor kid and he's still nice to me!" Penn said, hanging
her
head. "I'm such a heel."
"Well, if you don't enjoy it, whomp on someone else," Maggie grinned.
Penn
shot her friend an exasperated look, knowing exactly which tracker
the evil
one was referring to.
"I didn't say I didn't ENJOY it. I just meant I feel guilty about enjoying
it," Penn sighed heavily. "My normal friends think I'm crazy, my boyfriend
gets a little ticked when I won't even watch anything that doesn't
have a
good-looking man in it, and none of them get it when I keep asking,
'Ok,
great plot, but WHEN are they gonna HURT the cute guy?!'"
"Uh, what do you mean 'normal' friends?" Maggie asked.
"Maybe I should just stop picking on J.D.," Penn said. "What'd you think?"
"Are you saying I'm NOT normal?" Maggs said to herself, unable to get
past
such an unfair accusation.
"Let it go, pard. Here, read this," Penn handed over the letter.
Maggie's eyes widen. "You can't promise you'll never hurt him again!
You ARE
getting soft!"
"No, I'm just turning over a new leaf. No more torturing the ones I
love,
fictionally speaking of course. J.D.'s gonna be safe with me from now
on…"
TBC....To Feel Guilt or Not to Feel Guilt: Maggie's Rebuttal
