Last we left those wily wacky Salem teens - Chloe was crying "it's over" and couldn't believe that Brady would betray her, Phil was saying "it's over", Mimi was left stranded on the side of the road crying, and Shawn & Belle were determined to find out the culprits behind "operagirl.net". This is where I'm beginning this story, whatever happens on the show after that - I have no idea. I don't read spoilers, so any resemblance to events following the above described episode - is PURELY coincidence. This is my FIRST fan fiction ever. Be kind, rewind. Or review.
Thoughts are in 's . . . Read on!
Disclaimer: There is a bit of Shelle, and will probably evolve into some Broe as well. If Broe offends you, I apologize, but ever since the rape storyline - Phillip has REALLY gotten on my nerves and I look forward to the end of Phloe. (And to think, I used to love Phloe.) Anyhow, these characters are not mine - they belong to the Cordays and Tom Langan and NBC. (I wish they WERE mine. Oh the things I could do with those boys. Oh sorry, this is a PG fic. Nevermind.)
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Chapter One
Mimi was truly in despair. She couldn't even recall the last time she felt this low. Getting shot at Greta's cornoation was like fluffy clouds, pink bunnies and a double fudge sundae with a cherry on top compared to the night of the Last Blast. The coronation was different, then it was only Mimi who had gotten hurt. Shawn, Belle, Phillip, Chloe - they left without a scratch on them. This time, Mimi felt as if she had taken a gun in her own hand and shot right at her friends. No matter how much she hated Chloe, she knew deep down that this wasn't fair, and it was certainly not justified.
"Oh God . . . how could I let myself listen to Jan? What was I thinking?" she muttered to herself. "Of course she's not my friend. My real friends would have never left me on the side of the road crying. Shawn and Belle would never . . . "
Shawn and Belle. Not only had she probably lost them as her friends, but she had most certainly ruined their night. Their first date was supposed to be special and wonderful, not destroyed by a couple of conniving, selfish bitches.
I have to find them. Tell them the truth. I know they will never forgive me, but I have to finally come clean. She thought to herself, That's right, Meems. Be strong. You're going to have to be after this. Nobody else will want to be your friend now...
Mimi grabbed her cell phone out of her tiny pink purse and dialed Belle's house.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Black? It's uhhhhhm, it's Mimi. Is Belle home yet?"
"No, Mimi. I just talked to her, she's at the pub having dinner with Shawn."
"Uhhhh. Okay. Uhm. Thanks, Mr. Black....."
"Mimi! Wait! Don't hang up yet. I have to ask you something. Did you have anything to do with what happened to Chloe tonight?"
"Uhm, I .... no, I really can't talk now. I have to go see Belle. Sorry, Mr. Black. I gotta go."
"Listen, Mimi - it's not fair to let Brady take the rap for this. If you know something, you need to tell somebody."
"Right, okay, I know. Ok, uhm... Bye now."
She quickly hung up, not wanting to press the situation any further. He would find out soon enough, she was sure about that. She had to tell Belle first though, it wouldn't be fair to let her find out any other way.
Mimi took one final deep breath for the sake of courage, and marched off towards the Brady Pub.
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Thoughts are in 's . . . Read on!
Disclaimer: There is a bit of Shelle, and will probably evolve into some Broe as well. If Broe offends you, I apologize, but ever since the rape storyline - Phillip has REALLY gotten on my nerves and I look forward to the end of Phloe. (And to think, I used to love Phloe.) Anyhow, these characters are not mine - they belong to the Cordays and Tom Langan and NBC. (I wish they WERE mine. Oh the things I could do with those boys. Oh sorry, this is a PG fic. Nevermind.)
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Chapter One
Mimi was truly in despair. She couldn't even recall the last time she felt this low. Getting shot at Greta's cornoation was like fluffy clouds, pink bunnies and a double fudge sundae with a cherry on top compared to the night of the Last Blast. The coronation was different, then it was only Mimi who had gotten hurt. Shawn, Belle, Phillip, Chloe - they left without a scratch on them. This time, Mimi felt as if she had taken a gun in her own hand and shot right at her friends. No matter how much she hated Chloe, she knew deep down that this wasn't fair, and it was certainly not justified.
"Oh God . . . how could I let myself listen to Jan? What was I thinking?" she muttered to herself. "Of course she's not my friend. My real friends would have never left me on the side of the road crying. Shawn and Belle would never . . . "
Shawn and Belle. Not only had she probably lost them as her friends, but she had most certainly ruined their night. Their first date was supposed to be special and wonderful, not destroyed by a couple of conniving, selfish bitches.
I have to find them. Tell them the truth. I know they will never forgive me, but I have to finally come clean. She thought to herself, That's right, Meems. Be strong. You're going to have to be after this. Nobody else will want to be your friend now...
Mimi grabbed her cell phone out of her tiny pink purse and dialed Belle's house.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Black? It's uhhhhhm, it's Mimi. Is Belle home yet?"
"No, Mimi. I just talked to her, she's at the pub having dinner with Shawn."
"Uhhhh. Okay. Uhm. Thanks, Mr. Black....."
"Mimi! Wait! Don't hang up yet. I have to ask you something. Did you have anything to do with what happened to Chloe tonight?"
"Uhm, I .... no, I really can't talk now. I have to go see Belle. Sorry, Mr. Black. I gotta go."
"Listen, Mimi - it's not fair to let Brady take the rap for this. If you know something, you need to tell somebody."
"Right, okay, I know. Ok, uhm... Bye now."
She quickly hung up, not wanting to press the situation any further. He would find out soon enough, she was sure about that. She had to tell Belle first though, it wouldn't be fair to let her find out any other way.
Mimi took one final deep breath for the sake of courage, and marched off towards the Brady Pub.
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