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[SweeneyxxTodd]

Less than a month...and on a spaceship...I gotta get to work. I still have that unfinished one from March and April.

[Beks]

5 days and counting, people! And not a single entry.

[JimmyxxCindy4EVER]

Remind us again what it was? Me 4got...

[Beks]

Its at the top of this page.

[JimmyxxCindy4EVER]

Oh!

*goes to check*

Edit: Given the short amount of time left, I don't think I'll enter this time... Maybe for the July/August one...

[Beks]

Ok then, the next one it is!

[JimmyxxCindy4EVER]

I dunno... We'll see...

[SweeneyxxTodd]

Nooo!

I forgot again.

Why has my memory suddenly been flushed down the toilet?

[Beks]

Don't worry. There's always next time. I'll remind you guys more often, maybe that'll help.

[Beks]

Unfortunetly, even I couldn't think of an idea for this one. ' I have an idea for the next one that will make everyone feel better.

[ssj4majuub]

Crap i forgot again
Hope I still have time for this xDDD

[Beks]

Ok, I figured out a topic for this one that will hopefully make people feel better about missing this one.


Fanfiction Challenge for July/August 2009:
Write a oneshot for a challenge that you have not written one for. See the first post for all the previous challenges. Easy enough, right?

[SweeneyxxTodd]

Sounds doable.

[JimmyxxCindy4EVER]

Writer Woman is a genius!

*clears throat sternly* A-HEM!! *folds arms*

[caseyrox76]

Don't worry, you're a genius too, Jimmy. (Beks is just a little more of one than you are. )

Okay, this was for the Fanfiction Challenge for March/April 2009, but I never got around to submitting it. So I guess it'll be this month's entry, instead! It's just a little crappy drabble-esque thing I wrote in ten minutes, but forgot about until I was digging around in the bowels of my computer files (haha, that sounds funny), and figured I might as well post it now.


Worry

She was peering through the window, counting the cars that went by, wondering why she was so worried about him. Liberty Folfax was not a quiet person. She had never been a quiet person, and anyone who knew her would doubt that she could ever be one. So it was a surprise for her mother when she saw her daughter sitting quietly by herself, her mp3 player sitting abandoned on the cushion next to her on the window seat.

She hadn't seen Sheen in four days; he and the other boys were at 'camp' again, and Cindy and she were left at home in Retroville. He did this all the time. He would off on some half-cocked adventure with his friends; try some scheme that had no hope of success or test another invention or theory of Jimmy's. Every time he disappeared she would worry. She'd bite her nails and plan out a scolding speech to communicate what all these things were doing to her. She'd never spoken a word to him about it.

When he was off for days at a time, sometimes without telling her or anyone else where he was going, it was nerve-wracking. Libby felt like the wife of a police officer or a man enlisted in the army; never knowing where he was, what he was doing, if he was in danger... if he was even alive. So many things could go wrong on Jimmy's adventures! She was never much of a pessimist, but going on a joyride around Venus, competing in an intergalactic game show, being electrocuted, kidnapped, mutated, hypnotised, cloned, or blown up... those things had all happened before. Those things could have easily been fatal for a normal person. Libby kept reminding herself that Sheen Estevez was not a normal person, but it didn't bring her any comfort.

So she sat on the window seat in her living room, counting passing cars as the hours slipped by, and waiting for a certain purple and blue bicycle to ride up her driveway, or a hover car to deposit a hyperactive boy on her lawn. She waited until nightfall, when her mother convinced her to come and eat dinner.

Libby poked at her food, as her mother and father watched with dismay. They had no clue how stressful the life of a twelve-year-old could really be. How often she had her heart broken, or her mind ill at ease? How often had she had to take a zero on a class project because her partner was in outer space, or the Late Cretaceous period? They had no idea how hard it was to love someone who at any moment could be snatched away from her.

Libby sighed and pushed away her plate. "I'm not hungry," she declared. "I think I'll just go to bed."

Libby was not a quiet person. Worry changed all that.

[SweeneyxxTodd]

---> Casey's SL drabble <---Me

That was awesome.

[caseyrox76]

Wow, thanks. Wasn't expecting that. I thought it was too gloomy.

[JimmyxxCindy4EVER]

That was awesome, Casey!

[SweeneyxxTodd]

It wasn't gloomy at all. It was sweet.

[JimmyxxCindy4EVER]

I agree with Mary. 'Twas AWESOME!! Btw, I posted a new chapter for my fic Emerging Compassions, and nobody replied to it. Did Pedro post that topic about my fics for NOTHING??