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Deceptions, Lies, and Butterflies
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Category:
G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,109
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Lost, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
To Go or Not?
Over a week later Melissa came in from yet another fruitless day of job hunting. She was hot, tired, and frustrated. It didn’t help that when she went through the mail she found several more rejection letters. There was also an airline ticket to Australia in Stacy’s name. “Hey, Stace, I thought you weren’t going on the trip with your client. What’s up?”
“The guy mailed it to me anyway. He said it was already paid for and non-refundable so I might as well have it.” Stacy was obviously on her way out for the evening. She was dressed in her typical clubbing attire – a too short skirt and a too skimpy top.
“How did he get your address?” Melissa was more than a bit concerned that someone was able to track down her sister’s address. Stacy was smart enough to be unlisted and had a cell phone dedicated to her business. This guy had been extremely resourceful.
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Stacy picked up the ticket and tossed it in the trash.
“Stacy, this guy tracked you down. Aren’t you the least bit concerned about that?”
“Not at the moment, no. I’m more concerned that I’m going to be late for my date.”
Melissa uttered a snort of disgust. “How can you be so careless with your life? Are you ever going to grow up? You can’t be the party girl forever, you know.”
“Look, he called and said he wanted to give me the ticket. I gave him my address just to get him off my back. And I told you I didn’t know how he got my address to get you off my back. And just because you are frustrated with your life, don’t take it out on me. I’m not the one who’s watching my life waste away.”
“No, you’re the one who sails through life not giving a shit about anyone but yourself. You haven’t given a thought to anyone but yourself since you hit puberty, Stacy. You’ve always been so wrapped up in yourself that you charge men $100 an hour just to have the privilege of speaking with you. You don’t care what they say or even really listen to them. I’ve heard you. You barely pay attention to them and then you tell them what you think they want to hear. You don’t care if the guy is married or old or gullible or whatever, just as long as he can give you what you want – money and sex, and as far as I know the order of those two things doesn’t matter.”
“At least I’m not having to live on the charity of others. I’m not perfect, Mel. I never have been. That’s always been your job. Perfect little Melissa. Perfect grades. Perfect behavior. Perfect little college degree. Perfect white bread world. Perfectly useless. You know, maybe if you’d loosen up a little you’d actually have a life and you wouldn’t have to obsess so much on mine. Have a fling. Be spontaneous.” Stacy opened the door to leave. “I’m going out tonight. Don’t bother to wait up.” She turned back to Melissa as she closed the door behind her. “Take my advice, Mel, and get a life.”
Melissa wanted to yell at her that she had a life, and that it was just fine thank you very much. But she knew, in fact, that it wasn’t. She certainly didn’t want Stacy’s life, but she did want something that resembled a life. She sighed and wondered when she would ever get the chance at the life she craved. She eyeballed the ticket that Stacy had thrown in the wastebasket. What would Stacy say if Melissa used the ticket herself? All she’d have to do is get Stacy’s passport and driver’s license. They looked enough alike for her to pull it off. But running off with a stranger was Stacy’s style, not Melissa’s. The ticket remained untouched, as Melissa got ready for bed.
She spent the night tossing and turning, wanting to find a happy medium somewhere between the life she led and the life her sister led. Finally getting up in the middle of the night, she retrieved the ticket from the trash. There had to be some way she could use it to her advantage. She wondered how difficult it would be to find a job in Australia and obtain a visa. It couldn’t be any worse than living with Stacy. She could scope the guy out at the airport and if he looked harmless enough, she could take the flight. Once they got to Sydney, well, she didn’t have to stay with him. His letter had indicated that he had a separate room for Stacy and didn’t expect anything in return. How difficult could it be to pretend to be Stacy?
Melissa knew it was a really bad plan; knew it was something that she wouldn’t do in a million years. This is something that Stacy would do, not Melissa. That’s why Melissa was shocked that she wasn’t only considering it, she was actually figuring out a way to make it happen. She had three days to develop a plan and follow through with it.
“The guy mailed it to me anyway. He said it was already paid for and non-refundable so I might as well have it.” Stacy was obviously on her way out for the evening. She was dressed in her typical clubbing attire – a too short skirt and a too skimpy top.
“How did he get your address?” Melissa was more than a bit concerned that someone was able to track down her sister’s address. Stacy was smart enough to be unlisted and had a cell phone dedicated to her business. This guy had been extremely resourceful.
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Stacy picked up the ticket and tossed it in the trash.
“Stacy, this guy tracked you down. Aren’t you the least bit concerned about that?”
“Not at the moment, no. I’m more concerned that I’m going to be late for my date.”
Melissa uttered a snort of disgust. “How can you be so careless with your life? Are you ever going to grow up? You can’t be the party girl forever, you know.”
“Look, he called and said he wanted to give me the ticket. I gave him my address just to get him off my back. And I told you I didn’t know how he got my address to get you off my back. And just because you are frustrated with your life, don’t take it out on me. I’m not the one who’s watching my life waste away.”
“No, you’re the one who sails through life not giving a shit about anyone but yourself. You haven’t given a thought to anyone but yourself since you hit puberty, Stacy. You’ve always been so wrapped up in yourself that you charge men $100 an hour just to have the privilege of speaking with you. You don’t care what they say or even really listen to them. I’ve heard you. You barely pay attention to them and then you tell them what you think they want to hear. You don’t care if the guy is married or old or gullible or whatever, just as long as he can give you what you want – money and sex, and as far as I know the order of those two things doesn’t matter.”
“At least I’m not having to live on the charity of others. I’m not perfect, Mel. I never have been. That’s always been your job. Perfect little Melissa. Perfect grades. Perfect behavior. Perfect little college degree. Perfect white bread world. Perfectly useless. You know, maybe if you’d loosen up a little you’d actually have a life and you wouldn’t have to obsess so much on mine. Have a fling. Be spontaneous.” Stacy opened the door to leave. “I’m going out tonight. Don’t bother to wait up.” She turned back to Melissa as she closed the door behind her. “Take my advice, Mel, and get a life.”
Melissa wanted to yell at her that she had a life, and that it was just fine thank you very much. But she knew, in fact, that it wasn’t. She certainly didn’t want Stacy’s life, but she did want something that resembled a life. She sighed and wondered when she would ever get the chance at the life she craved. She eyeballed the ticket that Stacy had thrown in the wastebasket. What would Stacy say if Melissa used the ticket herself? All she’d have to do is get Stacy’s passport and driver’s license. They looked enough alike for her to pull it off. But running off with a stranger was Stacy’s style, not Melissa’s. The ticket remained untouched, as Melissa got ready for bed.
She spent the night tossing and turning, wanting to find a happy medium somewhere between the life she led and the life her sister led. Finally getting up in the middle of the night, she retrieved the ticket from the trash. There had to be some way she could use it to her advantage. She wondered how difficult it would be to find a job in Australia and obtain a visa. It couldn’t be any worse than living with Stacy. She could scope the guy out at the airport and if he looked harmless enough, she could take the flight. Once they got to Sydney, well, she didn’t have to stay with him. His letter had indicated that he had a separate room for Stacy and didn’t expect anything in return. How difficult could it be to pretend to be Stacy?
Melissa knew it was a really bad plan; knew it was something that she wouldn’t do in a million years. This is something that Stacy would do, not Melissa. That’s why Melissa was shocked that she wasn’t only considering it, she was actually figuring out a way to make it happen. She had three days to develop a plan and follow through with it.