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mkrobinsonTitle: Favorable
Fandom: Sweet Valley Post Canon
Universe: During Elizabeth 1
Genre: General
Rating: T
Warning: Steven says hell
Word Count: 330
Summary: “Maybe she thought behaving like Jessica would get her your and Dad’s approval for a change.”
“Are you really surprised that Elizabeth left?” Steven demanded of his mother, who was dusting his kitchen table with a fury not seen since Elizabeth’s manslaughter charges.
“She is being irresponsible,” his mother replied, moving from his table to his kitchen cabinets. “It’s not like her. She should have cared about Jessica.”
“Maybe Liz wanted to be the favorable one for once?” He asked sarcastically, regretting the question the second it had left his mouth. “Maybe she thought behaving like Jessica would get her your and Dad’s approval for a change.”
Alice Wakefield’s eyes flashed, and she put down the duster for the first time in her entire visit.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, let’s think,” he said, unable to help himself. “When Jessica hid her marriage and only told you it got annulled because you invited her ex-husband to Christmas dinner, you and Dad said you were proud of her for telling you. That’s one."
"When Jessica’s boyfriend got killed because of her own stupidity of involving herself in his police work you coddled her into a prolonged nervous breakdown instead of being honest and telling her that it was her fault. That’s two.”
“And this latest is the worst of all,” he continued, not allowing her to speak.
“Jessica has stolen yet another one of Elizabeth’s boyfriends and you are treating her like she is completely innocent because she has a broken ankle, which, if I recall correctly, she got because she was trying to skip out of paying for a hotel room.”
He shook his head.
“But that’s okay because she’s Jessica. Hell, running to England would be okay, because it’s Jessica.”
“Your sister is not our favorite,” Alice insisted. “She’s the youngest, it’s natural that she’s a bit immature.”
“She’s twenty,” he muttered. “When I was twenty I got engaged to be married. She’s not a little kid anymore. And she is your favorite. And that’s why I don’t blame Liz for leaving.”
Fandom: Sweet Valley Post Canon
Universe: During Elizabeth 1
Genre: General
Rating: T
Warning: Steven says hell
Word Count: 330
Summary: “Maybe she thought behaving like Jessica would get her your and Dad’s approval for a change.”
“Are you really surprised that Elizabeth left?” Steven demanded of his mother, who was dusting his kitchen table with a fury not seen since Elizabeth’s manslaughter charges.
“She is being irresponsible,” his mother replied, moving from his table to his kitchen cabinets. “It’s not like her. She should have cared about Jessica.”
“Maybe Liz wanted to be the favorable one for once?” He asked sarcastically, regretting the question the second it had left his mouth. “Maybe she thought behaving like Jessica would get her your and Dad’s approval for a change.”
Alice Wakefield’s eyes flashed, and she put down the duster for the first time in her entire visit.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, let’s think,” he said, unable to help himself. “When Jessica hid her marriage and only told you it got annulled because you invited her ex-husband to Christmas dinner, you and Dad said you were proud of her for telling you. That’s one."
"When Jessica’s boyfriend got killed because of her own stupidity of involving herself in his police work you coddled her into a prolonged nervous breakdown instead of being honest and telling her that it was her fault. That’s two.”
“And this latest is the worst of all,” he continued, not allowing her to speak.
“Jessica has stolen yet another one of Elizabeth’s boyfriends and you are treating her like she is completely innocent because she has a broken ankle, which, if I recall correctly, she got because she was trying to skip out of paying for a hotel room.”
He shook his head.
“But that’s okay because she’s Jessica. Hell, running to England would be okay, because it’s Jessica.”
“Your sister is not our favorite,” Alice insisted. “She’s the youngest, it’s natural that she’s a bit immature.”
“She’s twenty,” he muttered. “When I was twenty I got engaged to be married. She’s not a little kid anymore. And she is your favorite. And that’s why I don’t blame Liz for leaving.”
