There Is No "I" In Private
Chapter Six
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: There is no "I" in Private
PART: six of undetermined parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 (For language, anatomical refferences)
PAIRING(s): L/L; S/C; S/R

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CATEGORY: Epic Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Pre-Reunion Show Cannon; set five years after the series' conclusion.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne and Lenny try to cope with life under the gaze of royal watchers, who begin to impede upon their honeymoon. Meanwhile, Shirley becomes desperate to safeguard her custody of Veenie, and Rhonda gets some long-awaited news.
NOTES: The first chapter in the eighth portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

Kath has written a lovely wedding night within the cannon for these two; see Impure Thoughts to read it!

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

***

Lenny sighed as he watched the servants pack up his bags. It was a final gift from the Polish government.

Laverne didn't seem too disappointed in him. Actually, she looked pretty proud. Prouder than his sister, who had been named regent in his stead and was panicking in the corner in a very-un-Lainy-like way.

"Len, don't look so sad..."

"I screwed up, Vernie." He sighed. "I shouldnta had this wedding out here, in the middle of nowhere. Now they're throwin' all our friends outta the country and we gotta find somewhere to live for the next week while they switch our flight around."

She hugged him. "You did what ya needed to, to protect me. And I'm proud of ya for that."

He smiled, kissing her forehead. That was, indeed worth it.

Lainy's hug was next. "We're proud of you, and that's all that matters." She said firmly.

It made them kicking him out of the palace a moment later comforting.

***

"Momma!" Veenie stomped against the closet in which Shirley had secreted herself. "No fair!"

"Veenie! Hush!" she whispered.

"No! You said you were gonna mary Uncle Carmine, an' now you gotta go do it!"

"No I don't! And don't fight with your mother!"

Another knock hit the door. "Miss Feeney, it has been requested that you be escorted from the premises."

Confusion crossed Shirley's face. "What in the world's happened?"

"Your bags have been packed."

When she exited the closet, she found herself and Veenie being ushered out the door. There stood Frank DeFazio, Edna, Squiggy and Rhonda, and, lastly, Carmine, who looked so peeved that she couldn't meet his gaze.

Lenny arrived a moment later, with a fleet of cabs. She coldly regarded her best friend's husband and asked. "What did you do, Leonard?"

"Lenny didn't do nothin' wrong!" Laverne proclaimed. "He did something good, and' somethin' for me!"

"And what was that?"

Laverne's eyes locked on Veenie and she blushed. "Tell you later."

Shirley huffed out a breath, crossing her arms childishly over her chest. The ride into town was brief, but took emotional eons.

When the door opened, Shirley's eyes locked on the impressive brick structure. It was an inn of sorts, she realized, with the Kullakowski crest. Probably another structure of Lenny's family.

Footmen scrambled out to the curb, taking in their baggage and escorting Lenny and Laverne inside like royalty. Insulted at being treated as an afterthought, Shirley had no choice but to accept the charity offered to her and followed the rest of the group into the inn.


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