The Best And Brightest
Chapter Four
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: Best And Brightest
PART: four of undetermined for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: PG (For language)
PAIRING(s): L/L; S/C; S/R

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DISCLAIMER: Laverne and Shirley, of course, not my property and belongs to its creators.

CATEGORY: Epic Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Pre-Reunion Show Cannon; set five years after the series' conclusion.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: The Kosnoski and DeFazio clans finally meet; well, clash is more like it. Also, Rhonda returns from her honeymoon with a little surprise.
NOTES: The second chapter in the sixth portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

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Shirley mopped sweat from her forehead, shoving away her last empty cardboard box. It was an unseasonably warm day in New York for springtime.

And the move was now completed.

She couldn't believe how long it had taken for everything from her old life to sort it. Her possessions from the old house, predictably, awaited her when she returned back from Squiggy and Rhonda's wedding.

The new apartment wasn't as nice as the one she'd shared with Laverne, but it would do. Finding an apartment in New York at all was a miracle.

Alarmingly, none of Veenie's did. She waited, on pins and needles, for custody papers to return from her lawyer.

Two weeks, and nothing had come. Pressure from Veenie increased; the little girl; ready to graduate first grade, continuously asked for her father. Would he show up? Shirley had no clue.

A knock at the door announced a new sheaf of papers; Her eyes clouded over when she realized, once more, that she had been served.

Ripping into the papers, a fresh horror swept over her being.

They contested the custody of one Miss Laverne Edna Meeney. Trial date was scheduled, for divorce and all, four months to the day.

She fled the apartment.

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Laverne frowned; Shirley's phone was ringing off of the hook. With a groan, she replaced the receiver.

"No one home?"

Laverne shook her head, leaning against Lenny and nibbling at a dip-coated chip, "Nope. An' I could really use a talk. Len, what're we gonna do about your dad turning you in as a count?"

Lenny shook his head, "Ya think I know?" She glared at him. "Sorry, Vernie."

She sighed, "Maybe Rhonda will know..."

"Hey, an' Squig might!"

She smiled, "Yeah, maybe."

A knock sounded at the door, and Lenny jumped to his feet; he and Squiggy were in each other's arms in a moment; a very tan Rhonda peered over Lenny's shoulder and found herself on the couch beside Laverne in a minute.

"How was the trip?" Laverne asked, and Rhonda immediately jumped into a tale about uneaten lobsters and pleasure cruises through a garbage heap of a town. She smiled politely as Rhonda complained lightly.

"...And then Andy and I decided that it would be fun to have a baby!"

Laverne's polite smile crumpled, "Huh?!"

"A baby!" Rhonda giggled happily, "Isn't that the greatest idea ever?"

"Yeah, an' we been tryin' all week, an' wit my viral-ness, I bet she's already knocked up."

Lenny enthusiastically congradulated his friend, and an amused look crossed Laverne's face. Maybe, as in her dream, Squiggy would be sterile...as sterile as someone could be while picking their ears.

***

Carmine frowned as a knock sounded at his door; it couldn't be his supplier. Far too early for that.

Maybe he was late for rehearsal. Panic sparked across his spine, and he rushed to the door, an apology on his lips.

Instead, he met the angry stare of a very familiar brunette.

"Let me in."

"Why?"

She jammed her foot into the door and said, flatly, "We need to talk. About this..." She gestured to the folder she held, "This," She picked up a burned-out joint, "And last New Year's Eve. And no matter how stoned you are, we need to talk. Now."









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