Our Way
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: Our Way
PART: one of one parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: G
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: Ten years after the last chapter, the gang converges on the streets of Milwaukee for a special ocassion.
NOTES: The first of one chapters in the twenty-fourth and FINAL portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

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"Boy, would ya look at what they did to this place?" Laverne gaped at the street before them.

"Right this way, Mister Kosnoski...Mrs. Kosnoski...Miss Kosnoski..." An intern instructed, leading them around a pile of yellow tape.

"Front-row seats! Someone else parkin' the car...Laverne, did I die last night?"

"Nah, we all died, then."

"You guys are so corny..."

"Hush. And don't chew gum during a show!"

Billie scowled, but did as she was told. "Where's Davey?"

"I guess he's with his mom...Shirl said they're supposed ta be on the floor."

"LAVERNE!"

"Geez!" Laverne leapt at the sound of her best friend's voice, which came from behind her. "Where were they hidin' you, Shirl?"

"In the back; they allowed me to visit the actors." She sat down beside her friend. "Would you believe the girl that plays you smokes like a chimney?"

"Heh! What's the girl that plays you like?"

"Very serious." Shirley said firmly. "The guy playing Lenny's very nice. But the one playing Squiggy..."

"Hel-O!"

Everyone winced and turned to notice Squiggy, Rhonda and Moth. "Sit down, Squig, sit down." They all did so, crowding around Shirley.

"...He's so normal!"

"What, I ain't regular?" Squiggy asked. "We brought pizza an' everything!"

"They still hot?" Laverne asked.

"Yeah. While we eat, Moth, why don't ya show them yer new step?"

"Daddy!"

"Go on!"

She frowned, but backed away from her parents and showed the assembled crowd her pirouette.

"She's gonna be a ballerina one day." Squiggy said fondly.

"Of course." Rhonda said, a bit arrogantly. "Rhonda will see to that."

"How's the theatre business going, Rhonda?" Laverne asked, picking the pepperoni off of the pie.

"Briskly, briskly. Did you know that Milwaukee didn't have a major repertory company until I stepped in?"

"Shameful!"

"I know!"

Lenny coughed. "You sure Carmine's not upset that Rhonda beat him out for theatre director?"

"Considering the money he's made off of agenting this show, I'm pretty sure he's happy."

As if by magic, Carmine came strolling by with one of the many lawyers they had met in the past few months. "My client wants fifty per cent of the gross. Remember that. Fifty. Per. Cent."

"Marshall ain't going to like that."

"Marshall's only got fifty per cent of the idea."

"Yes, sir!"

"Looks like we'll have enough money to buy back Marjorie Ward after all." Shirley smiled.

"You got that right." Carmine said, kissing her forcefully.

"Where's Davy?" Laverne wondered, finishing off her pizza.

"Davy?" Shirley called.

"I'm buyin' a hot dog."

"Forget the hot dog, we've got pizza!"

The short, dark-eyed boy strolled down the street, hands jammed in his pockets. Instantly, he sat down beside Billie. "Hey, beautiful."

She rolled her eyes. "Hey, Davy."

"Davy, be nice."

"Billie, be nice."

Both scowled. They hadn't ever gotten along, even when they were small babies. "Yes, mom." They said in unison.

"Break it up, kids." Veenie teased, as she plopped down on the cold cement next to her half-sibling. "You're not paying enough for me to baby sit them, mom."

"Be happy. You're getting paid." Shirley teased. Suddenly, a rush of sound bubbled out from the set.

"Places! Places!"

"This is the first take, people!"

The group went silent at the ringing of a bell.

"This is it, Laverne!" Shirley's hand tightened on her best friend's. Through years of disaster and wealth, they had managed to preserve the only thing that really mattered; love.

It was a love, Shirley realized, as she joined her free hand to Carmine's and felt Davy's head rest against her knee, that had only multiplied.

Love, Laverne thought, as she took Lenny's hand and leaned against Billie, a person's lucky to get it.

A Love, Squiggy mused, as he rested against Rhonda's very comfortable bosom and watched Moth nibble her pizza, that he knew he was worthy of.

"ROLLING!"

And down the street two women hopped, to a pre-recorded rhyme that Laverne had taught Shirley so many years ago.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8..."




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