The Countess Wore An L
Chapter Nine
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: The Countess Wore An L
PART: nine of eleven parts 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: Lenny finally graduates, and the gang heads to Poland, where mystery and intrigue await them.
NOTES: The first chapter in the seventh portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look. The next arc will be entitled The Countess Wore An "L".

And yes, I couldn't quite figure out how to spell the name of Lenny's sovereign mini-nation, so I improvise.

A quick, connecting chapter. The wedding's next!

***

"What's wrong, Madame?"

Laverne stared in open horror at the dress. "It's got poofy sleeves, and sequins and..." She gasped, pointing silently at the never-ending length of train that stretched out from the dress' behind, "Oh, that ain't what I want at all!"

"Madame, it's in the finest tradition of..."

"I didn't want tradition! I wanted to write my own vows and get married in a garden and..."

"I'm afraid that's impossible. The international press corps are..."

Laverne was beyond hearing them now, "Forget it!" She stood up, displacing roller after roller with every bouncing step, "I'm goin' to go talk to Len.."

Upon opening the door, she was met by a rather large, intimidating troop of men, uniformed and carrying bayonets.

She sheepishly shut the door.

"Oh, just get dressed, Laverne." Shirley sighed. Only then did Laverne notice the very florid outfit her best friend wore. "It's not that bad. Look how good my dress looks on me."

Laverne stared at her best friend, dressed in heavy layers of ribbon and lace. She looked like an upside-down wedding cake.

"Aw, you look pretty. But this isn't what I wanted, Shirl."

Shirley smiled, "Yes. But we never really get what we want, do we?"

Laverne thought upon this for a moment. Shirley still lived in a world where she and Walter were a perfect couple; a world long gone.

Then, left with no other choice, she donned the dress.

***

Laverne felt as though every ounce of oxygen was being pressed from her lungs. Two assistants had strapped her into a corset, and she couldn't see through the lacy white veil. The only thing she liked were the paper whites clutched within her grip.

Shirley led her down, through a dark corridor of stairs that she could never have navigated herself. Veenie was cheerfully singing to herself, tossing white petals in every direction.

Frank latched onto her arms; blinding flashes of light turning the world white.

"Muffin," Her father whispered, "You know I can get you outta here in five seconds..."

"Pop, no."

"But.."

"Uh-uh."

They journeyed through a set of doors and were confronted by more flashbulbs, more lights. Laverne staggered against them, unable to see in front of her; troublesome, as she didn't see the chair lying right in front of her.

And went sailing over it, landing head-first on the ground. She was out cold instantly.



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