smile like you mean it 5/?
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oh_ameliaTitle: Smile Like You Mean It
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
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elyxer
Chapter: 5/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, crack!fic, cross-dressing, squick, Passions inspired. So not everything has to make sense. And since COWLIP can make things up I don't see why I can't. Summary: It’s all about decisions, and how they can change your life. This is an AU of my AU fic The Perfidious Lover. You don't need to have read it to get this though. Just know that Nathan is MINE! :) *sees Rena coming and runs for my life!*
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me write a fic about everything I normally try to avoid, but I just couldn’t help it. No offense is meant to the people who LIKE to write serious mpreg fics. This is all in good fun.
Status: WIP
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Amanda sat in the back of the diner and watched jealously as all her friends had Sunday morning brunch together.
Brian had his arm slung around Justin’s shoulder, and Nathan was sitting next to the blond twink. Ted and Emmett were sitting next to each other laughing over something Nathan said. Was Nathan replacing him as part of the gang? Amanda wondered as she pushed her breakfast around the plate.
“Probably ever since I supposedly left,” she mumbled under her breath. She rested her chin on the table and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“So, she was really…?” Emmett pointed to his stomach with a horrified look on his face.
“Well, she didn’t deny it,” Brian said before taking a bite of dry toast.
“She also didn’t confirm it,” Nathan commented.
“She just kinda sat there with this…look on her face,” Justin added. “So I don’t know what to think.”
“I’d think about getting a new housekeeper,” Ted suggested.
“Shut up, Ted,” Amanda growled under her breath. She knew it was a possibility that Brian and Justin were thinking about it, but she didn’t want more people to keep reminding them to do so.
“Oh we would,” Brian said with a smirk, “but Nathan has a crush on her. I think that firing her would put a kink in his plans.”
“Fuck off,” Nathan said as he smacked the back of Brian’s head. “I do not. I just feel sorry for her.”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Brian snickered.
“You know, speaking of strange things,” Emmett said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Has anyone heard from Michael lately? It’s not like him not to call.”
“Not since a few days after he moved,” Ted answered.
“That was probably the last time I heard from his as well.” Brian nodded.
“And he wouldn’t call me,” Justin added.
“Me neither,” Nathan said, signaling Debbie for the bill.
Deb came over to the table with tickets and handed them out to everyone. “Here you go boys.”
“Hey, Deb, have you heard from Michael?” Emmett asked.
“No,” Deb said as placed her hand on her hip. “The little shit hasn’t called me in weeks. He won’t answer his phone, and apparently he has Ben doing the same, ‘cause I can’t get a hold of him either.”
“I noticed that, too,” Emmett said, nodding his head.
“And that’s not like Ben not to call or check in,” Nathan commented.
“They’re probably just getting settled in and don’t want any more distractions than necessary,” Ted suggested, shrugging his shoulders.
“It’s been over a month!” Debbie exclaimed. “You think he could pick up the phone and call his own damn mother.”
“Just drive to Philadelphia and drop in on him,” Brian said as he set $20 on the table for his and Justin’s meals. “You do have his address don’t you?”
“He wasn’t sure of it when he left, and he never got around to telling me when we talked those couple of times,” Debbie answered. “Do you have it?”
“Sorry, Deb.”
“How about if we don’t hear from him in…a week, we take a road trip to Philadelphia to surprise him?” Emmett suggested. “Nathan can call Ben, get an address, and ask him not to say anything to Michael.”
“Or you can let him have his space and he can call when he’s completely settled,” Brian suggested.
“Yeah, listen to Brian,” Amanda whispered, as she gripped her coffee cup.
“That sounds like a plan, Emmett,” Deb said as she picked up the money for each bill. “Change anyone?”
“Shit.” Amanda panicked and hurried into the restroom. She almost went into the men’s room, but caught herself just in time. She locked herself in a stall and got her cell phone out of her purse, frantically pressing Emmett’s cell phone number and yanking off her wig.
“Hello,” Emmett said on the other line.
“Em,” Michael breathlessly greeted his friend. “What’s up?”
“Baby, we were just talking about you.”
“So that’s why my ears were burning,” Michael joked.
“How are you? We’ve been so worried about you since you haven’t called us in forever,” Emmett scolded him.
“I’m sorry, Em,” Michael apologized. “It’s just been so hectic here. I’m looking for a job, Ben’s settling in with his job still, and on top of all that, we’re looking for something bigger than this tiny little apartment the college is letting us use.”
“You should be,” Emmett said. “Your poor mother has been—”
“Michael Charles Novotny is that you?” Debbie yelled in his ear.
“Ma,” Michael said nervously. “How are ya?”
“Don’t you ‘how are ya’ me, you little shit,” Debbie growled. “Why the fuck haven’t you called?”
“We’ve been busy, Ma,” Michael said, trying to defend his own stupidity.
“You’re too fucking busy to give your own mother a call to tell her you’re alright and not lying dead in a ditch somewhere?!”
“Ma, I’m 35 years old!”
“I don’t care if you’re fucking 100 years old,” Debbie exclaimed. “You still call you’re mother!”
“Okay. I will next time,” Michael promised.
“Good. Now, tell me everything that’s been going on,” Debbie said in a much calmer voice.
“Good, we’ve—” Michael began to make up a story about him and Ben when the door opened and two loud and very familiar women came into the restroom. He quickly covered the mouthpiece and panicked. Should he continue and hope the women didn’t notice, or see if he could get his mom talking so he wouldn’t have to?
“I don’t care if you didn’t mean to,” the first woman angrily said. “The fact is that it still happened. Again!”
“Do we have to talk about this here?” The second woman sounded desperate for the conversation to end. “Anyone could hear.”
“Do you think I give a fuck?”
It finally dawned on who these two women were. Now he knew he couldn’t talk. Melanie and Lindsay would recognize his voice for sure. He quickly hit the END button on his phone and turned it off before putting it in his purse.
“Please, Mel,” Lindsay pleaded. “Just let me explain.”
“Explain? What is there to explain?” Mel shouted. “I saw everything with my own two eyes!”
“It was a mistake,” Lindsay cried. “I never meant for it to happen!”
“You’re really starting to sound like a broken record,” Mel said with a sigh. “And I’m not sure how much longer I want to listen to anything you have to say.”
The door opened and when Michael thought it was safe he carefully put his wig back on, grabbed the purse and flushed the toilet before opening the stall door.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Amanda said when she saw Lindsay standing at the sink, wiping her eyes with a paper towel.
“No, I’m the one who should be apologizing,” Lindsay said, crumpling the paper towel and throwing it in the trash. “We should have checked to see if there was anyone in here before we started our argument.”
“It’s completely understandable,” Amanda said with a consoling smile. “It was the heat of the moment. I wouldn’t have checked for other people either.”
“Thanks.” Lindsay grabbed another towel from the dispenser and blew her nose. “You look awfully familiar. Have we met somewhere before?”
“The GLC, maybe?” Amanda suggested.
“Maybe.” Lindsay said as she nodded. “I’m Lindsay Peterson.”
“Amanda Greene,” Amanda answered, shaking Lindsay’s outstretched hand.
“It was very nice to meet you, Amanda,” Lindsay said before going into a stall.
Amanda retouched her hair, making sure that everything looked in place. Once she was satisfied, she pushed open the door and headed to the cash register. Hopefully she could make it out of the diner without being spotted.
“That little shit,” Deb growled, holding Emmett’s cell phone to her ear. “He still isn’t answering.”
Amanda tried to hide her face with her hair, but it was too late.
“Amanda!” Deb shrieked across the diner. “Come over here!”
“Hi, everyone,” Amanda said, giving a small wave to the gang.
A chorus of “hello” and “hi” came from the group.
“Is everything alright in the Ladies’ room?” Deb asked quietly. “We saw Mel and Lindz go in, but only one came out.”
“Oh, I don’t know. There was some yelling, and then nothing,” Amanda answered.
“Nothing?!” Deb asked as her face clearly showed her worry. “Melanie didn’t…do anything to Lindsay, did she?”
“C’mon, Deb,” Brian scoffed. “I’m the last person to defend Melanie at this table, but you think she’d actually do something to hurt Lindz?”
“Well, the argument they were having looking pretty fucking heated,” Deb said, defending herself.
“Oh, no,” Amanda said, shaking her head. “Nothing bad happened. There was just yelling and then Melanie left Lindsay by herself. That’s all.”
“Well, thank goodness for that.” Deb gave a sigh of relief. “If it weren’t for my inconsiderate son I would have rushed right in there to see what was wrong.”
“Your son?” Amanda asked.
“Yeah, Michael. I’ve told you about him.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember. Why is he inconsiderate?”
“We were talking on the phone after weeks of not talking, and five fucking seconds into the conversation the line cuts off and I can’t get a hold of him again. The little shit hasn’t even tired calling me back.”
“Maybe he is out of area. Or his phone might have died,” Amanda suggested, trying to defend Michael.
“That’s nice of you to try and defend him, but it ain’t gonna cut it with me,” Deb said, pointing her finger with a red press on nail at Amanda. “If he knew he might be out of area then he shouldn’t have called in the first place. And who calls their mother on a phone with a battery that’s almost dead?”
“Maybe he didn’t know,” Amanda insisted. “I bet he was so excited about calling that he didn’t think to look at how many bars he had left on his phone.”
“I’d just give it up,” Ted suggested.
“If he doesn’t call me back before the end of the day we’re gonna go on that road trip,” Deb said, handing Emmett back his phone.
“I really hope he does call, Deb.” Amanda smiled hopefully.
“You’re such a sweetie.” Debbie affectionately patted Amanda’s cheek. “If I had a daughter, I think I’d want her to be just like you.”
“Thank you, Debbie,” Amanda said as she wiped the tear that was escaping her eye. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.”
Amanda ran behind the diner and threw up her breakfast and a little bit of her dinner from the night before, too. She wiped her mouth with her hand and hit her fist against the wall, letting out a low growl. How could she have been so stupid not to have ‘kept up’ with everyone? She quickly made a list of everyone that needed to be called. Suddenly a thought popped into her head.
“They say that I haven’t called,” Amanda said as she paced the alley. “How come they never tried to call me?”
As offended as she was, she knew that she couldn’t let it get to her. If she did then everything would be ruined. She looked at her watch and noticed she still had a couple more hours before she had to meet Mysterious Marilyn for her beautification consultation.
Amanda knew she didn’t look great, but she was really hesitant about how Mysterious Marilyn could help her. If anyone needed a good long look in the mirror, it was her. Oh, well, Amanda thought with a sigh. If she could tell her a better way to make fake boobs look realistic without using pudding, it was worth it.
She readjusted the front of her bra and headed back to her apartment.
Chapter 4 | Chapter 6
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Beta:
elyxerChapter: 5/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, crack!fic, cross-dressing, squick, Passions inspired. So not everything has to make sense. And since COWLIP can make things up I don't see why I can't. Summary: It’s all about decisions, and how they can change your life. This is an AU of my AU fic The Perfidious Lover. You don't need to have read it to get this though. Just know that Nathan is MINE! :) *sees Rena coming and runs for my life!*
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me write a fic about everything I normally try to avoid, but I just couldn’t help it. No offense is meant to the people who LIKE to write serious mpreg fics. This is all in good fun.
Status: WIP
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Amanda sat in the back of the diner and watched jealously as all her friends had Sunday morning brunch together.
Brian had his arm slung around Justin’s shoulder, and Nathan was sitting next to the blond twink. Ted and Emmett were sitting next to each other laughing over something Nathan said. Was Nathan replacing him as part of the gang? Amanda wondered as she pushed her breakfast around the plate.
“Probably ever since I supposedly left,” she mumbled under her breath. She rested her chin on the table and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“So, she was really…?” Emmett pointed to his stomach with a horrified look on his face.
“Well, she didn’t deny it,” Brian said before taking a bite of dry toast.
“She also didn’t confirm it,” Nathan commented.
“She just kinda sat there with this…look on her face,” Justin added. “So I don’t know what to think.”
“I’d think about getting a new housekeeper,” Ted suggested.
“Shut up, Ted,” Amanda growled under her breath. She knew it was a possibility that Brian and Justin were thinking about it, but she didn’t want more people to keep reminding them to do so.
“Oh we would,” Brian said with a smirk, “but Nathan has a crush on her. I think that firing her would put a kink in his plans.”
“Fuck off,” Nathan said as he smacked the back of Brian’s head. “I do not. I just feel sorry for her.”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Brian snickered.
“You know, speaking of strange things,” Emmett said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Has anyone heard from Michael lately? It’s not like him not to call.”
“Not since a few days after he moved,” Ted answered.
“That was probably the last time I heard from his as well.” Brian nodded.
“And he wouldn’t call me,” Justin added.
“Me neither,” Nathan said, signaling Debbie for the bill.
Deb came over to the table with tickets and handed them out to everyone. “Here you go boys.”
“Hey, Deb, have you heard from Michael?” Emmett asked.
“No,” Deb said as placed her hand on her hip. “The little shit hasn’t called me in weeks. He won’t answer his phone, and apparently he has Ben doing the same, ‘cause I can’t get a hold of him either.”
“I noticed that, too,” Emmett said, nodding his head.
“And that’s not like Ben not to call or check in,” Nathan commented.
“They’re probably just getting settled in and don’t want any more distractions than necessary,” Ted suggested, shrugging his shoulders.
“It’s been over a month!” Debbie exclaimed. “You think he could pick up the phone and call his own damn mother.”
“Just drive to Philadelphia and drop in on him,” Brian said as he set $20 on the table for his and Justin’s meals. “You do have his address don’t you?”
“He wasn’t sure of it when he left, and he never got around to telling me when we talked those couple of times,” Debbie answered. “Do you have it?”
“Sorry, Deb.”
“How about if we don’t hear from him in…a week, we take a road trip to Philadelphia to surprise him?” Emmett suggested. “Nathan can call Ben, get an address, and ask him not to say anything to Michael.”
“Or you can let him have his space and he can call when he’s completely settled,” Brian suggested.
“Yeah, listen to Brian,” Amanda whispered, as she gripped her coffee cup.
“That sounds like a plan, Emmett,” Deb said as she picked up the money for each bill. “Change anyone?”
“Shit.” Amanda panicked and hurried into the restroom. She almost went into the men’s room, but caught herself just in time. She locked herself in a stall and got her cell phone out of her purse, frantically pressing Emmett’s cell phone number and yanking off her wig.
“Hello,” Emmett said on the other line.
“Em,” Michael breathlessly greeted his friend. “What’s up?”
“Baby, we were just talking about you.”
“So that’s why my ears were burning,” Michael joked.
“How are you? We’ve been so worried about you since you haven’t called us in forever,” Emmett scolded him.
“I’m sorry, Em,” Michael apologized. “It’s just been so hectic here. I’m looking for a job, Ben’s settling in with his job still, and on top of all that, we’re looking for something bigger than this tiny little apartment the college is letting us use.”
“You should be,” Emmett said. “Your poor mother has been—”
“Michael Charles Novotny is that you?” Debbie yelled in his ear.
“Ma,” Michael said nervously. “How are ya?”
“Don’t you ‘how are ya’ me, you little shit,” Debbie growled. “Why the fuck haven’t you called?”
“We’ve been busy, Ma,” Michael said, trying to defend his own stupidity.
“You’re too fucking busy to give your own mother a call to tell her you’re alright and not lying dead in a ditch somewhere?!”
“Ma, I’m 35 years old!”
“I don’t care if you’re fucking 100 years old,” Debbie exclaimed. “You still call you’re mother!”
“Okay. I will next time,” Michael promised.
“Good. Now, tell me everything that’s been going on,” Debbie said in a much calmer voice.
“Good, we’ve—” Michael began to make up a story about him and Ben when the door opened and two loud and very familiar women came into the restroom. He quickly covered the mouthpiece and panicked. Should he continue and hope the women didn’t notice, or see if he could get his mom talking so he wouldn’t have to?
“I don’t care if you didn’t mean to,” the first woman angrily said. “The fact is that it still happened. Again!”
“Do we have to talk about this here?” The second woman sounded desperate for the conversation to end. “Anyone could hear.”
“Do you think I give a fuck?”
It finally dawned on who these two women were. Now he knew he couldn’t talk. Melanie and Lindsay would recognize his voice for sure. He quickly hit the END button on his phone and turned it off before putting it in his purse.
“Please, Mel,” Lindsay pleaded. “Just let me explain.”
“Explain? What is there to explain?” Mel shouted. “I saw everything with my own two eyes!”
“It was a mistake,” Lindsay cried. “I never meant for it to happen!”
“You’re really starting to sound like a broken record,” Mel said with a sigh. “And I’m not sure how much longer I want to listen to anything you have to say.”
The door opened and when Michael thought it was safe he carefully put his wig back on, grabbed the purse and flushed the toilet before opening the stall door.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Amanda said when she saw Lindsay standing at the sink, wiping her eyes with a paper towel.
“No, I’m the one who should be apologizing,” Lindsay said, crumpling the paper towel and throwing it in the trash. “We should have checked to see if there was anyone in here before we started our argument.”
“It’s completely understandable,” Amanda said with a consoling smile. “It was the heat of the moment. I wouldn’t have checked for other people either.”
“Thanks.” Lindsay grabbed another towel from the dispenser and blew her nose. “You look awfully familiar. Have we met somewhere before?”
“The GLC, maybe?” Amanda suggested.
“Maybe.” Lindsay said as she nodded. “I’m Lindsay Peterson.”
“Amanda Greene,” Amanda answered, shaking Lindsay’s outstretched hand.
“It was very nice to meet you, Amanda,” Lindsay said before going into a stall.
Amanda retouched her hair, making sure that everything looked in place. Once she was satisfied, she pushed open the door and headed to the cash register. Hopefully she could make it out of the diner without being spotted.
“That little shit,” Deb growled, holding Emmett’s cell phone to her ear. “He still isn’t answering.”
Amanda tried to hide her face with her hair, but it was too late.
“Amanda!” Deb shrieked across the diner. “Come over here!”
“Hi, everyone,” Amanda said, giving a small wave to the gang.
A chorus of “hello” and “hi” came from the group.
“Is everything alright in the Ladies’ room?” Deb asked quietly. “We saw Mel and Lindz go in, but only one came out.”
“Oh, I don’t know. There was some yelling, and then nothing,” Amanda answered.
“Nothing?!” Deb asked as her face clearly showed her worry. “Melanie didn’t…do anything to Lindsay, did she?”
“C’mon, Deb,” Brian scoffed. “I’m the last person to defend Melanie at this table, but you think she’d actually do something to hurt Lindz?”
“Well, the argument they were having looking pretty fucking heated,” Deb said, defending herself.
“Oh, no,” Amanda said, shaking her head. “Nothing bad happened. There was just yelling and then Melanie left Lindsay by herself. That’s all.”
“Well, thank goodness for that.” Deb gave a sigh of relief. “If it weren’t for my inconsiderate son I would have rushed right in there to see what was wrong.”
“Your son?” Amanda asked.
“Yeah, Michael. I’ve told you about him.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember. Why is he inconsiderate?”
“We were talking on the phone after weeks of not talking, and five fucking seconds into the conversation the line cuts off and I can’t get a hold of him again. The little shit hasn’t even tired calling me back.”
“Maybe he is out of area. Or his phone might have died,” Amanda suggested, trying to defend Michael.
“That’s nice of you to try and defend him, but it ain’t gonna cut it with me,” Deb said, pointing her finger with a red press on nail at Amanda. “If he knew he might be out of area then he shouldn’t have called in the first place. And who calls their mother on a phone with a battery that’s almost dead?”
“Maybe he didn’t know,” Amanda insisted. “I bet he was so excited about calling that he didn’t think to look at how many bars he had left on his phone.”
“I’d just give it up,” Ted suggested.
“If he doesn’t call me back before the end of the day we’re gonna go on that road trip,” Deb said, handing Emmett back his phone.
“I really hope he does call, Deb.” Amanda smiled hopefully.
“You’re such a sweetie.” Debbie affectionately patted Amanda’s cheek. “If I had a daughter, I think I’d want her to be just like you.”
“Thank you, Debbie,” Amanda said as she wiped the tear that was escaping her eye. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.”
Amanda ran behind the diner and threw up her breakfast and a little bit of her dinner from the night before, too. She wiped her mouth with her hand and hit her fist against the wall, letting out a low growl. How could she have been so stupid not to have ‘kept up’ with everyone? She quickly made a list of everyone that needed to be called. Suddenly a thought popped into her head.
“They say that I haven’t called,” Amanda said as she paced the alley. “How come they never tried to call me?”
As offended as she was, she knew that she couldn’t let it get to her. If she did then everything would be ruined. She looked at her watch and noticed she still had a couple more hours before she had to meet Mysterious Marilyn for her beautification consultation.
Amanda knew she didn’t look great, but she was really hesitant about how Mysterious Marilyn could help her. If anyone needed a good long look in the mirror, it was her. Oh, well, Amanda thought with a sigh. If she could tell her a better way to make fake boobs look realistic without using pudding, it was worth it.
She readjusted the front of her bra and headed back to her apartment.
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Date: 2008-09-09 04:05 am (UTC)Uh oh... Mel and Linds are fighting again... big surprise. :P
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Date: 2008-09-10 12:58 am (UTC)I can't stand Mel or Lindsay.
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Date: 2008-09-09 12:16 pm (UTC)Later
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Date: 2008-09-10 12:59 am (UTC)Thanks so much for reviewing!
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Date: 2008-09-17 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
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