All I Want, Part 2
By Missy




SERIES: All I Want
PART: One of about four
RATING: PG-13ish (For discussion of mature themes)
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne inference, perhaps, but this is mostly a straightforward SOL Tale.
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CATEGORY: Dramady
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SETTING IN TIMELINE: Milwaukee Era
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: When Shirley discovers that her family tree branches into the Squiggman's yard, she yearns to prune herself (cutesey, I know ;-) )
NOTES: Inspired by "Who's Pappa"; I thought exploring the idea of Shirley having to come to terms with her prejudices regarding Squiggy, and especially being a member of the "lower class" Squiggman family.

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"Hello?" She called, from her spot on Squiggy's threshold. She winced at the nasaly tone in her own voice, and then at the words she had used; his own. She firmly pushed open the door, and almost instantly a rather angry-looking Squiggy met her.

"Get outa here!" He demanded, glowering at Shirley.

"Andrew, I wish I could," she frowned, "But we need to talk, anyway."

"Yeah, talkin's gonna make it all hunky-dory," He grunted, backing away from the door and allowing Shirley to enter the apartment.

"My! You're certainly done...something...with this place." She said, striving for politeness, "It's very...brown."

"Yeah, Len likes brown," Squiggy said idly.

"Squiggy," Shirley began, reaching out to touch him. He jumped back, as though her touch was conductive.

"Don't!" He shouted.

"OK!"

"I feel all dirty cause I usedta think all a those things about ya.." He snapped, wrapping his arms around his own body, "I ain't never felt dirty before."

"Really?" Shirley asked, ready to tell him just how dirty a person she found him to be, but suppressed her emotion, "Well, that can't be helped now. Just don't think those things about me ever again. EVER."

"OK," He said, holding his hand up, "I ain't gonna, I promise."

"Squiggy..." She sighed, rubbing at her reddened eyes, "I guess we have to learn how to deal with this. I didn't ASK to be your cousin, but we are..."

"Yer actin' like it's the worst thing eva," He snapped, "It ain't a big deal 'r nothin'. We ain't even that close.."

"But Squiggy...why are you acting like this is such a big deal."

"I ain't! You are!" He looked down, guiltily, and spoke to his Converses, "It ain't all moths an' sweatsocks in th' Squiggman family. Ya think I'd wish that on ya?"

She shook her head, "I'm sorry, Squiggy," Her face brightened, "Tell you what: we'll go somewhere together soon. Just you and me."

A grin crossed Squiggy's face, but then his memory caught up with his body, "Why would ya wanna?"

"Because...you're now the closest relative I have living in town. Area-wise," She amended, "So why don't we treat ourselves to a night at Arnolds', and we can get to know one another better. After all, we're blood."

He considered this for a moment, and Shirley wondered if her words were trapped forever, echoing in Andrew Squiggman's empty head. Finally, he said, "All right, it's a deal..." He offered his hand, and she, reluctantly, shook it. She winced away at the oily sensation his palm left upon her own.

"I'll see you on Saturday," She smiled, "I'll meet you there, OK?" Shirley worried briefly that this too-obviously showed off her desire to distance herself from Squiggy. If he noticed, he made no mention.

Backing away from the center of the room, she only passed the door frame before Squiggy called after her, "Hey, ya don't mind if I ain't gettin' dressed up fer this shindig, right? It ain't like yer anybody important anymore."

Her expression twisted a bit, but she added, "What you're wearing is fine."

"Good; I just got this washed...four years ago."

Shirley watched the door slam closed, as Squiggy mumbled to himself. She suppressed her repulsion, which was only expelled around her fist in a muffled squeal.

Only to make Squiggy feel better would she ever be seen in public with him.


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