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Zero waits on the front steps of the school for Parker. They really need to get a move on if they're going to beat traffic on the mainland and pick up the puppy on time.

(ooc: I'll be offline in a bit, so Parker is free to god-mode Zero as necessary.)

Date: 2005-10-20 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
*flips open her Blackberry*

"Damn, you're right. I'm wrong. Okay, time to send out the invitations as soon as I'm back. It's Friday night, actually, since Rory has detention on Saturday. So you only have two days you have to keep Butterfly Brain under wraps. Let me say up front? He can *not* stay in my suite. He's cute, but I'm not sacrificing Italian leather to teething." She turns onto the highway, this time without near-misses.

Date: 2005-10-20 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker rolls her eyes, but grins, and hits the accelerator.

"If he messes up the interior..."

Date: 2005-10-20 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"There's a horrid thought. I bet we couldn't get a refund, either."

Parker moves into the left-hand lane to pass a semi. "So, you hear from your Ginger yet?"

Date: 2005-10-20 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker checks the rear-view mirror, and isn't thrilled with what she sees. "Ah. Sorry I asked. Pet The Puppy."

She shakes her head. "Faith got a puppy from Principal Connor this morning. I couldn't believe it. Bad-ass Beatdown Girl likes puppies as much as the next teen-age girl. Who'd have thought it?"

Date: 2005-10-20 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Don't even think about it." Parker is cruising toward the causeway now, shades in place, the sun low in the sky. "They're very cute, but they're responsibility, too. I've got enough problems."

Date: 2005-10-20 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"I'd probably wonder if it would suddenly turn into Julian on me, around here." Parker's mouth quirks. "Still. Maybe." She's quiet for a few miles, then admits, "I always liked...."

Date: 2005-10-20 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Promise not to laugh," Parker mutters as they get on the causeway.

Date: 2005-10-20 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Bunnies," Parker says. "I've always liked bunnies. Okay?" She glares into the rear-view mirror. "Tell anyone and I kill you with a ratchet-head screwdriver."

Date: 2005-10-20 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker relaxes a bit as they head for home. "Thanks. I appreciate it." She shrugs. "They used to have rabbits for experiments at my father's workplace-- nothing horrible, or cruel, but to study animal behavior. They had a set of six, three twins, and if you split them up, they always found each other, once you turned them loose together again." She's smiling now, remembering.

"Jarod used to--" She stops speaking suddenly, and hits the turn signal.

"So. Are you going to call Ginger?"

Date: 2005-10-20 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"My dad's in money. And think tanks. Smartest solution gets the most dollars. Sometimes that means doing lame psych experiments to see what gets the best results." Parker pushes her sunglasses up.

"Well, if I knew how to drive you there, we could always roadtrip to him...."

"Jarod? Um. What?"

Date: 2005-10-20 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Crap. Sorry. It's been two weeks, though, maybe he's... maybe he's missing you, now." Parker knows she sucks at the comfort thing. But Zero sounds so miserable, she has to try.

"Jarod." She takes a breath. "Jarod was-- is, one of my old friends from Blue Cove." What had she been talking about, when his name slipped out? Something harmless, like... "Oh, right. He was the one who showed me the bunnies. I wasn't supposed to be in there."

Date: 2005-10-20 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker smiles again, bright and soft, but gone very quickly. "Yes. But that's Jarod for you."

They're nearing the end of the causeway, and Fandom High is visible on top of the island, the school flag flying, second tallest thing on the island next to the church steeple.




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