Post by Greenlee duPres on Aug 23, 2004 0:58:32 GMT -5
Title: At The Line
Author: Greens
Feedback: Please, please, please. I live for feedback, feedback is my friend. But don’t be too harsh. Although I do like constructive criticism, please remember, fanfiction writers are people too.
Fandom: One Life To Live
Rating: PG- PG13 (for now)
Genre: Angst, Drama
Summary: The first in a series. The eight housemates continue to adjust to living together, Alainces are formed and love is found in the most unexpected of places.
Notes: None
Special Thanks: Thanks to the actors who give us viewers characters we care about and for giving us writers a basis for inspiration. There would be no OLTL if it wasn’t for the actors. So thanks to all of you!
Spoilers: OLTL Love Center Storyline
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own OLTL or any of the OLTL characters. All invented characters however are my own. I am not making any money off of this fic and am writing purely for pleasure and my general love for the show.
Chapter One
"I didn’t eat your stupid yogurt!" And so the day began. Shannon McBain came storming out of the kitchen wearing a light blue baby-tee, swallowing what remained of the water from her glass as Julie Tanaka followed after her, upset... as usual. "I don’t even like that stuff," Shannon protested. "Soy milk and... organic whatever. I’d rather get up in the morning and fry up a nice greasy slab of bacon."
Julie cringed, "Do you even know what they do to those animals?" she said. "And take off my shirt. I never said you could wear my clothes."
Shannon rolled her eyes, shamelessly tearing the shirt off over her head to reveal the light green, striped bikini top that she wore underneath.
"Woo, take it all off baby, and go on up to wait in my room," Nick Messina was coming down the stairs. His whistles and cat calls were all too familiar at the cottage.
"Not if you were the last living male on the face of the Earth," Shannon said, digging into a backpack, pulling out a new shirt, one of her own this time.
"Oh come on, Shannon" Nick said. "I promise you the time of your life."
"Cut it out, Nick" Jen Rappaport said, sitting in one of the chairs in the room. She leaned forward. "Not every woman thinks that you’re God’s gift to man."
"Or maybe you’re just jealous," Nick pointed out. "I gave you your chance, Jen. But... do feel free to pick up where Shannon leaves off."
"Pig!" Jen spit.
"Are you gonna shut up, or am I gonna have to come over there and make you?" Riley Colson spoke up. He would have been a decent match up for ‘Goose’ Messina, and was fairly confident that he could tackle the football player.
"You think you can take me down Hendrix, I’d like to see you try." Nick challenged. Riley started for him.
"Riley, don’t do that" Marcie Walsh said suddenly, needing to step in to break up the fight before it began. "Guys..."
"Stay out of this, short stuff," Nick said. "This is between me and the musician."
"Will you just leave her alone, Nick" Hudson Prescott now spoke up. "And go make the breakfast, we’re starving."
"Some of us aren’t," Julie said giving Shannon the evil eye.
"I didn’t eat your stupid yogurt!" Shannon said again.
"Are you going to cook or not?" Hudson asked.
"What if I don’t?" Nick refused.
"We’re never going to get anything accomplished like this." Mark Solomon looked up from where he had been sitting, quiet and pretty much secluded from the rest of the group. It was safer that way he had decided.
"You don’t get a vote" Nick said
"And why is that?" Marcie folded her arms across her chest. "He lives here too. He’s got just as much a say in what goes on around here as everyone else."
"Well I don’t have to listen to what a queer has to say about anything around here."
Mark sighed. He knew he shouldn’t let anything Nick said get to him, but it always did. He still didn’t know why he had convinced himself that coming out to the group was a good idea. But then he paused. He did it because he had to. He did it because Marcie was strong enough to stand up for her brother, Eric. She wouldn’t falter when her own family criticized Eric’s homosexuality. It took a brave person to stand up like that and Mark wanted to be that person... so he came out.
Overall, his declaration had been pretty well received. Of course there was the initial shock among some of his house mates, but none of it really lasted too long. Nobody resented him, or felt threatened to be around him. Nobody but Nick.
Mark just rolled with the punches. He didn’t see a need to get involved in an argument that would be never ending. So, just like the others did with many of Nick’s off handed sexist, pig headed comments, he ignored it.
How the eight students had come to survive this long together was a shock and a wonderment. The heat was intense, tempers were high, and each of them could think of at least a dozen other ways they would rather be spending their summer break. But thanks to one thing or another that went wrong during the year, they each failed classes, they each needed credits to graduate, and this project was it. Besides, how hard could it be to spend close to three months in a cottage with a group of young adults who had the same purpose, to rebuild the Community Center from the ground up. By the looks of things, it would have been easier to train a fox to keep his hands of the chickens in a coop.
"You know," Mark said. "I’ll go make breakfast." He stood from his seat.
"And I’ll go to McDonald’s." Nick said. "It’s safer."
Marcie rolled her eyes. "Come on, Mark, I’ll give you a hand." Marcie couldn’t stand to be in that room with Nick another moment longer either so she waited, walking into the kitchen with Mark.
"I don’t know why I came out." Mark said. "It was so much safer when nobody knew."
"You mean when Nick didn’t know." Marcie said. "You know how Nick is. He has something to say about everyone. He’s a sexist, homophobic, pig. You’ve probably met your share of people like Nick."
Mark laughed, getting the eggs from the refrigerator. "Nobody’s quite like Nick," he said. "It’s almost like he makes a point of shoving this in my face. Like I should be ashamed of it, of being gay."
"But you’re not..." Marcie said, almost as if she was asking him.
"No, I’m not." Mark said. "I’m more ashamed that I didn’t have the courage enough to say anything earlier. But I’m not ashamed of who I am."
Marcie smiled. "And you shouldn’t be. Nick may be a big man on the football field, but.... you’re a better person than he’ll ever be. And I mean that."
"I know you do," Mark smiled, trying his hardest not to blush.
Marcie laughed before changing the subject. "We’d better get breakfast started before the rest of the Love Crew starves to death."
"We wouldn’t want that" Mark laughed. "We need them all to get through this thing."
"Plus they’re not bad people." Marcie helped him to cook.
Mark smiled. "If they could keep from killing eachother."
TBC
Author: Greens
Feedback: Please, please, please. I live for feedback, feedback is my friend. But don’t be too harsh. Although I do like constructive criticism, please remember, fanfiction writers are people too.
Fandom: One Life To Live
Rating: PG- PG13 (for now)
Genre: Angst, Drama
Summary: The first in a series. The eight housemates continue to adjust to living together, Alainces are formed and love is found in the most unexpected of places.
Notes: None
Special Thanks: Thanks to the actors who give us viewers characters we care about and for giving us writers a basis for inspiration. There would be no OLTL if it wasn’t for the actors. So thanks to all of you!
Spoilers: OLTL Love Center Storyline
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own OLTL or any of the OLTL characters. All invented characters however are my own. I am not making any money off of this fic and am writing purely for pleasure and my general love for the show.
Chapter One
"I didn’t eat your stupid yogurt!" And so the day began. Shannon McBain came storming out of the kitchen wearing a light blue baby-tee, swallowing what remained of the water from her glass as Julie Tanaka followed after her, upset... as usual. "I don’t even like that stuff," Shannon protested. "Soy milk and... organic whatever. I’d rather get up in the morning and fry up a nice greasy slab of bacon."
Julie cringed, "Do you even know what they do to those animals?" she said. "And take off my shirt. I never said you could wear my clothes."
Shannon rolled her eyes, shamelessly tearing the shirt off over her head to reveal the light green, striped bikini top that she wore underneath.
"Woo, take it all off baby, and go on up to wait in my room," Nick Messina was coming down the stairs. His whistles and cat calls were all too familiar at the cottage.
"Not if you were the last living male on the face of the Earth," Shannon said, digging into a backpack, pulling out a new shirt, one of her own this time.
"Oh come on, Shannon" Nick said. "I promise you the time of your life."
"Cut it out, Nick" Jen Rappaport said, sitting in one of the chairs in the room. She leaned forward. "Not every woman thinks that you’re God’s gift to man."
"Or maybe you’re just jealous," Nick pointed out. "I gave you your chance, Jen. But... do feel free to pick up where Shannon leaves off."
"Pig!" Jen spit.
"Are you gonna shut up, or am I gonna have to come over there and make you?" Riley Colson spoke up. He would have been a decent match up for ‘Goose’ Messina, and was fairly confident that he could tackle the football player.
"You think you can take me down Hendrix, I’d like to see you try." Nick challenged. Riley started for him.
"Riley, don’t do that" Marcie Walsh said suddenly, needing to step in to break up the fight before it began. "Guys..."
"Stay out of this, short stuff," Nick said. "This is between me and the musician."
"Will you just leave her alone, Nick" Hudson Prescott now spoke up. "And go make the breakfast, we’re starving."
"Some of us aren’t," Julie said giving Shannon the evil eye.
"I didn’t eat your stupid yogurt!" Shannon said again.
"Are you going to cook or not?" Hudson asked.
"What if I don’t?" Nick refused.
"We’re never going to get anything accomplished like this." Mark Solomon looked up from where he had been sitting, quiet and pretty much secluded from the rest of the group. It was safer that way he had decided.
"You don’t get a vote" Nick said
"And why is that?" Marcie folded her arms across her chest. "He lives here too. He’s got just as much a say in what goes on around here as everyone else."
"Well I don’t have to listen to what a queer has to say about anything around here."
Mark sighed. He knew he shouldn’t let anything Nick said get to him, but it always did. He still didn’t know why he had convinced himself that coming out to the group was a good idea. But then he paused. He did it because he had to. He did it because Marcie was strong enough to stand up for her brother, Eric. She wouldn’t falter when her own family criticized Eric’s homosexuality. It took a brave person to stand up like that and Mark wanted to be that person... so he came out.
Overall, his declaration had been pretty well received. Of course there was the initial shock among some of his house mates, but none of it really lasted too long. Nobody resented him, or felt threatened to be around him. Nobody but Nick.
Mark just rolled with the punches. He didn’t see a need to get involved in an argument that would be never ending. So, just like the others did with many of Nick’s off handed sexist, pig headed comments, he ignored it.
How the eight students had come to survive this long together was a shock and a wonderment. The heat was intense, tempers were high, and each of them could think of at least a dozen other ways they would rather be spending their summer break. But thanks to one thing or another that went wrong during the year, they each failed classes, they each needed credits to graduate, and this project was it. Besides, how hard could it be to spend close to three months in a cottage with a group of young adults who had the same purpose, to rebuild the Community Center from the ground up. By the looks of things, it would have been easier to train a fox to keep his hands of the chickens in a coop.
"You know," Mark said. "I’ll go make breakfast." He stood from his seat.
"And I’ll go to McDonald’s." Nick said. "It’s safer."
Marcie rolled her eyes. "Come on, Mark, I’ll give you a hand." Marcie couldn’t stand to be in that room with Nick another moment longer either so she waited, walking into the kitchen with Mark.
"I don’t know why I came out." Mark said. "It was so much safer when nobody knew."
"You mean when Nick didn’t know." Marcie said. "You know how Nick is. He has something to say about everyone. He’s a sexist, homophobic, pig. You’ve probably met your share of people like Nick."
Mark laughed, getting the eggs from the refrigerator. "Nobody’s quite like Nick," he said. "It’s almost like he makes a point of shoving this in my face. Like I should be ashamed of it, of being gay."
"But you’re not..." Marcie said, almost as if she was asking him.
"No, I’m not." Mark said. "I’m more ashamed that I didn’t have the courage enough to say anything earlier. But I’m not ashamed of who I am."
Marcie smiled. "And you shouldn’t be. Nick may be a big man on the football field, but.... you’re a better person than he’ll ever be. And I mean that."
"I know you do," Mark smiled, trying his hardest not to blush.
Marcie laughed before changing the subject. "We’d better get breakfast started before the rest of the Love Crew starves to death."
"We wouldn’t want that" Mark laughed. "We need them all to get through this thing."
"Plus they’re not bad people." Marcie helped him to cook.
Mark smiled. "If they could keep from killing eachother."
TBC
