a note about my fanfic. and the characters. in Fanfic

So this is a story that’s in about 5 parts, or years. It’s a Glee My Sister’s Keeper crossover. I wrote it back in 2013.it takes place in Denver, CO IN 2010. Ashley’s Karen’s adopted daughter. [karen from BSC]. These are the other characters:

Mike: ashley’s uncle: 63

Uanna: ashley’s aunt: 58

Mark: Hannah’s dad: 42

Jesse: 42

Lacy: Hannah’s mom: 41

Raven: jesse’s sister lily’s mom: 41

Kelly, suzanne: jesse’s sister: 41

Jennifer: jesse’s lady: 41

Karen: 41

Pam: karen’s lady: 41

Annabelle ashley’s cousin: 23. make few appearance.

Tom: alexa’s guy: 20

Evan: ashley’s brother: 18

Ben: 18

Rebecca: 17

Ashley: 17

Serena: 17

Rachel, dianna, santanna, chris, puck, cory, amber: 17

Tina, Brittany: 16

Eric: Hannah’s guy: 17

Alexa, rose, Hannah, lily: 16

Adam: 15

Louisa, mandy: 14

Jake: kate’s guy: 14

Pansy: mandy’s friend: 14

Marie: 14.

Jessica: mandy’s friend dianna’s younger sister: 13

Kate: 13.

Anna: 11. still sick.

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Monday, Sept. 8th

Ashley

During lunch that school day I was sitting on the green grass in the big green park across from the big, tall, red brick high school. The day was warm, bright and sunny. The wind blew through the trees. The smell of pine was in the air.

“Hey,” a female voice said.

I looked up and saw Serena, a girl id seen around the school, standing by me. She was wearing a cute, 50’s, black-and-white polka dotted full skirt, black tights, black flats and a white camisole.

“Hey,” I said.

“Ok if I sit?” she asked.

I shrugged which she took to mean ‘yes’.

“Cute skirt,” I told her as she sat by me.

She smelled pretty like roses.

“Thanks. Where ya from?” she asked.

“New York.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh.”

“Which part?”

“Brooklyn but I was born in Georgia. You?”

“New York as well, Manhattan.”

“Oh.”

During the entirety of this conversation neither of us looked at the other.

“Hey, listen Ashley,” she said, leaning forward and locking her arms around her knees.

She turned and looked at me.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I’m sorry about what the cheerleaders said at lunch the other day. They’re not the most understanding group of women.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

I wasn’t great at accepting apologies. You wouldn’t be either if your dad hadn’t given you any.

Earlier that morning I’d overheard the cheerleaders bitching about their problems. Which bothered me because some of us, such as myself, had real problems such as one of my sisters having cancer. Evidently Serena had picked up on this - she’d been in the hallway when I’d been and had also overheard the conversation - and had felt bad. And had come to find me. I didn’t know her but so far I had nothing against her. She seemed nice.

“Anyway, what are you doing after school?” she asked.

“Um, well, cheerleading and then ballet from ?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to come over. I could pick you up after ballet.”

“Ok.”

“What’s your cell?”

We exchanged cell numbers.

When Serena and I got to the hospital after cheerleading and ballet we went into a patient room Steph and a young woman Kate’s age were in. Kate was my younger sister the one w/ cancer. Steph was a nurse our family knew. The girl, like Kate, was hooked up to an IV, lying in a hospital bed.

“Hi Mom,” Serena said.

Steph looked at us: “hi honey. Hi Ashley.”

Steph had seen me around the hospital so she knew who I was.

“Hi,” I said.

“How is she?” Serena asked her mom.

“Really tired. She’s lost weight.”

“Mmm.”

“How’s Kate?” I asked.

“She has the flu. She’s been sleeping a lot more. I gave her more naproxen before I came in here. Her pain level’s a 6. The good thing is she hasn’t been vomiting as much. Alice went home for the night.”

Alice was another nurse our family knew.

“Oh.”

Over the past year Kate had lost significant amounts of weight when she relapsed and then gained it back again. And then lost it.

“I’m Sierra,” the woman in the bed told me.

“Hey. Ashley,” I said.

It was hours later, 7:40 that night. Serena had just pulled her white car into the driveway of her large white house, me in the passenger seat.

“And here we are,” she said, putting her key in the ignition and turning the car off.

She opened the door and got out, waiting for me to. I leaned down and picked up the large purple duffel bag I brought with me to ballet each time I went, opened the door and got out of the car, closing the door behind me. Serena pushed a button on her car keys and the locks in the car clicked closed.

The night was dark and cold. The porch light was on. I followed Serena unlocked and opened the door of her large white house. We went inside where she closed and locked the tall white front door behind us. And turned off the outside light.

“mom wants it on untill she gets back from work but I don’t like that. I don’t want people to be able to find us,” she explained.

“no I get it,” I said.

I was still afraid of my dad finding me. And afraid of him in general.

“I’ll be right back,” she told me; “you want anything to eat?”

“Um.”

“There might be some pasta in the fridge, I’ll check. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Ok.”

She wandered off.

In front of us and to the left, where the stairs were in our house, was the fireplace room. There was a big fireplace built into the wall. In front of it, a few feet was a low rectangular coffee table and behind the coffee table was a white sofa and some white chairs. Opposite the room from the fireplace was a wall with a large aquarium built into it. On the other side of that wall was what I presumed to be the kitchen, with a door in between the aquarium wall and another wall. There was also a large wall near the end of the large room, with a sliding white wood door in the middle of it, split in 2. The house was warm and very quiet.

Above the fireplace on the mantle were several items, 4 of which were glass. One was a butterfly and one was a rose. 2 were lilies, one a calla.

In between cheerleading and ballet I’d stopped at the coffee shop and had gotten something to eat but hadn’t eaten since, so I was pretty hungry.

I set my duffel bag, school bag and purse on the wooden floor of the foyer, which was similar to ours.

The house smelled like new carpet.

I wondered where Serena had gone.

It was weird, being in a house this quiet. Usually my house was filled with people, my adoptive parents and siblings. The only time it was relatively quiet was at night. But at any given moment we knew either Kate or Amanda/Mandy, my other sister, might have to go to the hospital.

“Hey,” Serena said from somewhere behind me.

I jumped a bit: “Oh.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” she sat down right on the white carpet; “you’re welcome to sit down.”

I sat down on the carpet beside her. It smelled like new carpet.

“It smells like new carpet,” I told her.

“Yeah well, we just had new carpet put in,” she replied.

“Oh. Wow it’s so…strangely…quiet.”

She leaned forward and looked at me: “your place isn’t?”

“No. The only time it’s quiet is at night.”

“Oh.”

I glanced at the glass objects on the mantle: “I like the art.”

“Thanks. My sister made the butterfly and the lilies during her dialysis sessions. My mom made the rose.”

“They made those?”

I was impressed.

She nodded.

“Wow. What about your dad?”

“Oh, my parents are divorced and we don’t get to see him that often.”

“Oh. What does your mom do?” I asked.

“She’s a nurse at Denver General. And yours?”

“Um…“

She looked closer at me, waiting.

“She, used to be a psychologist.”

“Oh. And your dad?”

“Is an artist.”

“Cool.”

“well I mean my adoptive parents who I refer to as karen and jesse.”

“right.”

I thought back to Serena’s dialysis remark.

“So she has cancer,” I remarked: “your sister.”

“Yeah, AML.”

“So does mine. Again my adoptive….actually all of them are.”

“right. You hungry?”

“Yeah.”

We stood up and went into the kitchen which was large, wooden and granite. Serena went over to the large metal fridge and pulled it open. Her long wavy blonde hair spilled down her back.

“Oh, we do have pasta,” she muttered, closing the fridge.

She brought out 2 white bowls of pasta covered with shower caps and set them on the gray granite counter next to the fridge. She pulled the shower cap off one and stuck the bowl in the white microwave.

I shuddered when the bowls hit the counter. She noticed and looked at me.

“sorry I just. I hate that sound.”

“oh. Sensory issues?”

“um. Yeah,” I said.

I’d only just met her and didn’t want to tell her. About. The Before.

She was actually the 1st person I’d met at school.

You want anything to drink?” she asked me: “we have wine, 7 Up, juice, lemonade, tea, water, hot chocolate.”

“Is it cranberry juice?” I asked.

“Yeah, want some?”

“No, we just always have cranberry juice on hand for Amanda.”

“Oh. Your adoptive sister?”

“yeah. And 7 Up, for Kate.”

“Oh. Your other. Adoptive sister.”

“Water’s good,” I said.

“VitaminWater ok?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She pulled 2 bottles of VitaminWater out of the fridge and handed one to me.

“Thanks,” I said.

“We have 2 bottles of 7 Up. One’s for Sierra and one’s for Mom and I,” she told me.

“Sierra’s your sister?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“oh. Kate’s my sister who has AML.”

“Uh huh.”

The bowl turned in the microwave, whirring. The cabinets were of a medium wood. I opened my vitaminwater.

“When was she diagnosed?” I asked Serena, of Sierra.

“10 months. And Kate?”

“2 years.”

Meaning sierra was diagnosed when she was 10 months old and Kate when she was 2 yrs.

We both got quiet for a bit.

Serena set her bottle of VitaminWater on the counter and came over to me.

“Hi,” she said softly, coming up behind me and brushing my hair over one shoulder.

She put her lips to my exposed skin.

I brought my hands behind me and started unbuttoning her shirt.

“You smell good,” she told me, moving her mouth along my neck.

“Thank you,” I said working the buttons.

She wasn’t the 1st lady I’d had this w/. others had been my friends in the city.

The house had gone quiet, the microwave stopping.

“Should we get that?” I asked.

“Um. for dinner?” she returned, winding her arm around my waist.

“Yeah what were you thinking?”

“Sex.”

I laughed; “honey there are much better ways to get your-“

“I know. We can always reheat it even though. I just did.”

“No I’m hungry. Let’s eat now.”

“Ok.”

She detached herself from me, put on oven mitts, took the bowl out of the microwave and set it on the counter while she put another one in and set the time.

“Ok if I eat in the living room?” I asked, picking up the bowl.

“Yeah long as you’re careful,” she replied.

“Ok.”

I went into the living room.

She came w/ bringing the bottles of vitaminwater. She handed mine to me.

“thank you,” I said.

“you’re welcome.”

“and pasta as a sex. Thing?”

I didn’t understand.

“well. People use other foods for sex. Things as you put it, so.”

“right anything goes.”

“I like that song.”

“yeah me too. And your house I really. Like your house,” I said adamantly.

“and you haven’t seen the upstairs. Yet,” serena said.

“well maybe after dinner I will.”

“wow you move fast.”

“you don’t know the half of it,” I said then looked down at my pasta: “um. Hey ya know what this needs? Cheese.”

I stood to get some feeling weird about what had just happened. It’d been awhile since I’d been w/ a lady or anyone really. And I wasn’t sure if anyone would walk in on us. Or not.

“um yeah cheese you’re. You’re right.”

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Last updated May 07, 2015