Post by Alice Wilde on Nov 25, 2004 11:29:54 GMT -5
I think that we all know about J, and her love for BF. But...how will it end? Will BF love her back? Will J have a change of heart?
Find out in...
"Unresolved Affections” (J/BF FEMMESLASH)
......
J was in love.
Not that ordinary “girl-meets-mysterious-endearing-and-annoying-stranger-online-and-asks-said-stranger-to-marry-her” type love. More of “girl-meets-mysterious-endearing-and-annoying-stranger-online-pretends-to-hate-them-because-George-Bush-and-Dick-Cheney-would-vaporize-her-for-being-an-OMG-lezbo” type of cheesy e-love. That’s right.
J was in love with a girl.
She had to keep it secret, though. No one could know. Least of all, the girl herself, who, for the sake of the story, we will call BF. No one could know about all the wonderfully exciting dreams J had about BF every night, no one could know about how J longed to type the words on her keyboard... “I love you, BF”.
You see, dear reader, BF was a really cool member. Albeit, an endearing and somehow hawt one, but, nonetheless a really cool member. She could not spell. She could not help but spam. It seemed, for a time, that the entire message board hated her, J most of all. But, she kept on trying. She laughed at everyone’s jokes...especially J’s (which was SUCH a lead-on, J later thought). She knew that someday someone would like her.
But, she had no clue how right she would be.
**********
It was at the 667 Alphabet Awards.
BF sat glumly in her seat, looking down at the floor, and muttering distantly about not winning any awards herself. She was miserable..utterly miserable.
“Man! I didn’t win...” She said, looking again at the post that showed the winners.
A charming Australian man who happened to be named Sam, and happened to be sitting beside her off-handedly commented on her statement.
“Funny that.” He said. J loved Sam dearly, and told him everything, EVERYTHING, about her even deeper love for BF. And, Sam being the charming Australian that he was, decided that he was going to make BF hers. “I heard J voted for you.”
BF looked at him dubiously. “Who told you that?” BF laughed shortly. “J hates me! She despises me!!!”
Sam looked slightly uncomfortable. Should he tell BF what J had told him? “That’s just the front she puts on. She told me on AIM that she voted for you. Heck, I voted for Charlotte.” He said, easing off of the blatantly obvious J-love.
BF, not knowing who or what Charlotte was, continued to deny J’s feelings. “S...She hates me, though!” BF frowned. “Why would she vote for me? She even told me she hated me...On AIM...She said it right to my face!”
Sam stared at BF, seeing if there was any sign of love in her eyes. “She’s scared.” He said firmly, after a pause. He was going to make BF and J a couple. “Scared of her true feelings for you.” Going to make them a couple no matter how badly it hurt him, J, or BF. “J has the kind of face that can get any guy she wants. Absolutely any guy. But...it’s not a guy she’s been longing for. Just...please look past the hatred and the insults...She has a heart, and it only longs to be joined with yours...Just give her a chance. These feelings are as new for her as they are for you.”
BF glared at him. “But, I’m a girl!” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Are you saying she likes me? She has feelings...for me?”
It very rapidly occurred to Sam that his plan was working. “I’m sorry.” He said, sincerely. He sighed. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. She made me promise not to tell, and she’s going to hate me now, but I thought you should know...Can you just try to get to know her a little better? She has a good side, you know...She’s just waiting for a nice, pretty, young girl like yourself to open up to...” He stood up. The awards were over, and people were beginning to leave. “I hope I haven’t made you feel uncomfortable..” He said to BF, who was still sitting down, and staring at him, quite dazedly. “I just thought you should know.”
Suddenly, BF stood up. “YOU SAID THAT IN THE PUBLIC!!!” She shouted, angrily, which was not the reaction he had expected. Sam’s cheeks reddened (FACE cheeks, mind you), and he sheepishly said “Oops.” and walked out of the thread.
What just happened?! BF thought sinking back into her chair. She looked around the room.
“How could J like me? How could she like me...just when I got over her?” She whispered, burying her head in her hands and being to cry.
*******
“Yo, J.” Sam said, upon seeing J the next day. “I told BF.”
“WHAT?!” J screeched loudly. A few random members looked over at her, shrugged and went back to discussing important topics, such as the 1864 Presidential Election, and pickles.
“BF knows you love her. I ... I thought you’d be happy!” Sam cried, hoping J wouldn’t yell at him. He didn’t like when people he thought were pretty yelled at him.
“No...oh, Sam, Sam, what have you done to me? George Bush is going to...I’m going to disappear now! I don’t care that BF is really cool member, but I don’t want to be...vaporized...for loving her!” J stomped her foot. “Oh, why did you have to tell her of all my crushes? True, I love her the mo...Oh, Sam, why?”
“Because J,” Sam said, staring into her eyes. J stared back, mouth falling open. She had loved BF for a day or so, very deeply and passionately. But, she was a teenager and teenagers fell in and out of “love” so easily...And, Sam was so...looked so...wonderful...“BF is your true love.”
J muttered. “Oh...oh, Sam, no. I love y-”
“BF, I know.” Sam said, confidently.
“Sam, no, listen. When you were just looking at me, I felt-”
“Love for BF.”
“No, Sam, yo-”
BF walked into the room. Sam abruptly stood up, and left the room, taking everyone else with him. He made sure that BF and J would have the room to themselves, just in case anything...happened.
J stood, rigidly. “H...Hello, BF.” She gulped. I guess I do love BF, she convinced herself inwardly. After all...Sam seems to think so. And, he’s almost always correct about these things...
“J.” BF said coldly. “I don’t love you. Anymore. Yes, I did love you, once, but I don’t now, and I never will EVER AGAIN.”
“...Really?” J moaned, crushed, and confused.
“YES.” BF yelled. “I HATE you. Haha. How’s that feel, J? Hurts don’t it? That’s how I’ve felt ever since I came here. Of course, I thought you were a dude then...”
J gasped. She had never felt so...hurt...so...deeply wounded in her life.
“You...hate...” She could barely say the word. “...me?”
“Yep.”
“Oh.” J stepped away from her. “Oh, oh, oh.” J repeated with every step. Suddenly, an idea came to her. “You know, BF...I think I hate you too. Yes. I hate you. I hate you, and I love...”
J turned, and walked out the thread, smiling happily.
*********
Sam was waiting for her, outside of the thread.
“Sam.” J said, ardently. “I love-”
“No.” He whispered. “Trishy wouldn’t like it.”
“Oh, Sam, but you must know...”
“I love Trishy.”
“I love you, Sam.” J said, embracing her former matchmaker.
Sam looked around, hugged J back, then sadly pushed her away.
“J, oh, J...” He started, sighing. “You know I love..."
Cliffhanger fin
Sorry, guys. I didn't want to make anyone upset by giving Sam to any one person. I’ve made alternate endings(A Sam/J ending, a Sam/Trish ending, and a BF/J ending...), and I’ll post them if you like.
Find out in...
"Unresolved Affections” (J/BF FEMMESLASH)
......
J was in love.
Not that ordinary “girl-meets-mysterious-endearing-and-annoying-stranger-online-and-asks-said-stranger-to-marry-her” type love. More of “girl-meets-mysterious-endearing-and-annoying-stranger-online-pretends-to-hate-them-because-George-Bush-and-Dick-Cheney-would-vaporize-her-for-being-an-OMG-lezbo” type of cheesy e-love. That’s right.
J was in love with a girl.
She had to keep it secret, though. No one could know. Least of all, the girl herself, who, for the sake of the story, we will call BF. No one could know about all the wonderfully exciting dreams J had about BF every night, no one could know about how J longed to type the words on her keyboard... “I love you, BF”.
You see, dear reader, BF was a really cool member. Albeit, an endearing and somehow hawt one, but, nonetheless a really cool member. She could not spell. She could not help but spam. It seemed, for a time, that the entire message board hated her, J most of all. But, she kept on trying. She laughed at everyone’s jokes...especially J’s (which was SUCH a lead-on, J later thought). She knew that someday someone would like her.
But, she had no clue how right she would be.
**********
It was at the 667 Alphabet Awards.
BF sat glumly in her seat, looking down at the floor, and muttering distantly about not winning any awards herself. She was miserable..utterly miserable.
“Man! I didn’t win...” She said, looking again at the post that showed the winners.
A charming Australian man who happened to be named Sam, and happened to be sitting beside her off-handedly commented on her statement.
“Funny that.” He said. J loved Sam dearly, and told him everything, EVERYTHING, about her even deeper love for BF. And, Sam being the charming Australian that he was, decided that he was going to make BF hers. “I heard J voted for you.”
BF looked at him dubiously. “Who told you that?” BF laughed shortly. “J hates me! She despises me!!!”
Sam looked slightly uncomfortable. Should he tell BF what J had told him? “That’s just the front she puts on. She told me on AIM that she voted for you. Heck, I voted for Charlotte.” He said, easing off of the blatantly obvious J-love.
BF, not knowing who or what Charlotte was, continued to deny J’s feelings. “S...She hates me, though!” BF frowned. “Why would she vote for me? She even told me she hated me...On AIM...She said it right to my face!”
Sam stared at BF, seeing if there was any sign of love in her eyes. “She’s scared.” He said firmly, after a pause. He was going to make BF and J a couple. “Scared of her true feelings for you.” Going to make them a couple no matter how badly it hurt him, J, or BF. “J has the kind of face that can get any guy she wants. Absolutely any guy. But...it’s not a guy she’s been longing for. Just...please look past the hatred and the insults...She has a heart, and it only longs to be joined with yours...Just give her a chance. These feelings are as new for her as they are for you.”
BF glared at him. “But, I’m a girl!” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Are you saying she likes me? She has feelings...for me?”
It very rapidly occurred to Sam that his plan was working. “I’m sorry.” He said, sincerely. He sighed. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. She made me promise not to tell, and she’s going to hate me now, but I thought you should know...Can you just try to get to know her a little better? She has a good side, you know...She’s just waiting for a nice, pretty, young girl like yourself to open up to...” He stood up. The awards were over, and people were beginning to leave. “I hope I haven’t made you feel uncomfortable..” He said to BF, who was still sitting down, and staring at him, quite dazedly. “I just thought you should know.”
Suddenly, BF stood up. “YOU SAID THAT IN THE PUBLIC!!!” She shouted, angrily, which was not the reaction he had expected. Sam’s cheeks reddened (FACE cheeks, mind you), and he sheepishly said “Oops.” and walked out of the thread.
What just happened?! BF thought sinking back into her chair. She looked around the room.
“How could J like me? How could she like me...just when I got over her?” She whispered, burying her head in her hands and being to cry.
*******
“Yo, J.” Sam said, upon seeing J the next day. “I told BF.”
“WHAT?!” J screeched loudly. A few random members looked over at her, shrugged and went back to discussing important topics, such as the 1864 Presidential Election, and pickles.
“BF knows you love her. I ... I thought you’d be happy!” Sam cried, hoping J wouldn’t yell at him. He didn’t like when people he thought were pretty yelled at him.
“No...oh, Sam, Sam, what have you done to me? George Bush is going to...I’m going to disappear now! I don’t care that BF is really cool member, but I don’t want to be...vaporized...for loving her!” J stomped her foot. “Oh, why did you have to tell her of all my crushes? True, I love her the mo...Oh, Sam, why?”
“Because J,” Sam said, staring into her eyes. J stared back, mouth falling open. She had loved BF for a day or so, very deeply and passionately. But, she was a teenager and teenagers fell in and out of “love” so easily...And, Sam was so...looked so...wonderful...“BF is your true love.”
J muttered. “Oh...oh, Sam, no. I love y-”
“BF, I know.” Sam said, confidently.
“Sam, no, listen. When you were just looking at me, I felt-”
“Love for BF.”
“No, Sam, yo-”
BF walked into the room. Sam abruptly stood up, and left the room, taking everyone else with him. He made sure that BF and J would have the room to themselves, just in case anything...happened.
J stood, rigidly. “H...Hello, BF.” She gulped. I guess I do love BF, she convinced herself inwardly. After all...Sam seems to think so. And, he’s almost always correct about these things...
“J.” BF said coldly. “I don’t love you. Anymore. Yes, I did love you, once, but I don’t now, and I never will EVER AGAIN.”
“...Really?” J moaned, crushed, and confused.
“YES.” BF yelled. “I HATE you. Haha. How’s that feel, J? Hurts don’t it? That’s how I’ve felt ever since I came here. Of course, I thought you were a dude then...”
J gasped. She had never felt so...hurt...so...deeply wounded in her life.
“You...hate...” She could barely say the word. “...me?”
“Yep.”
“Oh.” J stepped away from her. “Oh, oh, oh.” J repeated with every step. Suddenly, an idea came to her. “You know, BF...I think I hate you too. Yes. I hate you. I hate you, and I love...”
J turned, and walked out the thread, smiling happily.
*********
Sam was waiting for her, outside of the thread.
“Sam.” J said, ardently. “I love-”
“No.” He whispered. “Trishy wouldn’t like it.”
“Oh, Sam, but you must know...”
“I love Trishy.”
“I love you, Sam.” J said, embracing her former matchmaker.
Sam looked around, hugged J back, then sadly pushed her away.
“J, oh, J...” He started, sighing. “You know I love..."
Cliffhanger fin
Sorry, guys. I didn't want to make anyone upset by giving Sam to any one person. I’ve made alternate endings(A Sam/J ending, a Sam/Trish ending, and a BF/J ending...), and I’ll post them if you like.