Sugar Is Sweet: Part 2
By Missy RATING: PG (Just because it involves mature themes, but it isn't an "adult" fic)
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NOTES: Yup, for the first time I've ever seen, it's a Shirley/Lenny romance; it is, however, possible that this'll end up in the "friends and fun" section..
CATEGORY: L&S romance (Possibly), Humor
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Fulfilling what she believes will be his last request, Shirley marries Lenny on what should be his deathbed...too bad his appendix didn't burst after all..
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Flashback:
The preceding tuesday

Shirley had settled herself down with a nice mug of tea, fully prepared to enmesh herself in a new stack of woman's magazines; it was a rare, free Saturday afternoon, and did she ever need the rest....

...Rest which was shattered when the front door slammed open; Laverne, carrying a load of laundry, with Lenny hot at her heels...holding Shirley's laundry bag, which she knew was filled with her delicates and unmentionables.

"Nah, really, Len; what'd ya do if ya only had one day ta live?" Laverne asked, setting the baskets on the floor.

He almost blushed, "It's kinda private, Vernie," He said, swinging Shirley's bag to the floor.

It was enough to send the little brunette to her feet, seizing the bag from the floor, "Could you please show my possessions some dignity, Len?!"

"Waddya mean your stuff? I thought it was botha yours." Laverne began to gesture behind Lenny, desperately trying to cut Shirley's speech off.

"And you!" She pointed at Laverne, "It's bad enough you let this man handle my...danties! And to be so rude about it..."

Lenny's eyes went wide as he bit his palm; resultantly, Laverne took the laundry bag and tipped it upside down, allowing their jeans to flop out onto the couch.

Shirley's mouth fell open when she realized what she'd just blurted out; a squeal followed. Laverne sighed and looked to the heavens in exasperation as she shoved the clothing back into its bag.

"Thanks for helpin' out, Len; it was nice of ya to let me wash our blouses wit yer mayoniaise jar shirt."

"Wasn't nothin, Vernie," He picked up a small sack of his own laundry and heaved it over his shoulder. He winced a bit and placed his hand flat on his belly.

"You OK?" Laverne asked, concern filling her features.

"Yeah; I've just been gettin' this ache in my belly.." He frowned.

"Anyway, Ya didn't answer me, Len; what would ya do if you only had a few days ta live."

He thought about it for a second. "I'd wanna get married."

"Married?" The girls exchanged a look of surprise.

"Yeah," He said, "I always wanted ta find someone who'd wanna be married ta a losa like me."

Shirley shook her head sympathetically, "Lenny, you're not a loser!"

He smiled bitterly, "Tell my calanda that, Shirl; it'd flip right back in yer face."

Laverne sprung up from the couch, "Len, don't be so hard on yerself; yer a real sweet guy!"

"Yeah," He sighed, "Sweet don't get dates."

"But dates get sugar!" Laverne pointed out.

"And sugar is sweet!" Shirley returned. Both immediately realized the inanity of their conversation and quieted down.

Lenny started at them for a minute, "I gotta get outta here; yer not makin' sense..." He exited the apartment, shaking his head and holding his stomach.

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An hour later, Shirley journeyed up to the boy's apartment alone; guilt had been plaguing her fiercely over her having thrown a fit about her unmentionables. She tried the door; it opened, unlocked.

Carefully, she entered the apartment, all the while expecting something to leap out at her or ooze across the floor. She found Lenny lying on the bottom bunk of his bed, curled up and facing the wall.

"Len," Shirley whispered, "Len, are you awake?"

He didn't say a thing.

"Aww, I'm real sorry I yelled at you...I didn't mean to make a big deal about my underwear..." She slapped a hand over her mouth, expecting him to jump out of the bed and attack her. But he lay perfectly still...much too still for Lenny.

"Len.." She touched his shoulder, but he lay perfectly still. She thought he was dead until she saw how red his face glowed, and how hot his body felt.

He's burning up.. Shirley thought, worry filling her...His stomach! I know those signs...it's his appendix! Worried, she ran from the apartment to seek the help of her friends.


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