Mascot "Kumi" © 2005 Chastain & Fan Works Inc. All Rights Reserved. Mascot "Kumi" © 2005 Chastain & Fan Works Inc. All Rights Reserved.
 
Memorial - In Loving Memory of Chester Gregorich, 1981-2005
Home | Directory | Help & Tools | Just In! | [Search]
[Log In | Join]
Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold >> I Was There Before

The following is a work of fiction. Any statements regarding any person, place, or other entity (real or imaginary) is the sole responibility of the author of this work of fiction. Fan Works Inc. takes no responsibility for the content of user submitted stories. All stories based on real people are works of fiction and do not necessarily reflect on the nature of the individuals featured. All stories based on other copyrighted works are written with authors knowing that these works violate copyright laws.

Please see the Terms of Service for more information.

 

[View Printer Friendly Version]

IWTB 01
By UselessStar

 


With lyric inspired prints Hardcore Cupcakes is starting to become a front runner in the California street fashion scene. But owner Tabitha Kane refuses to make anything smaller then a size twelve. `Why should I accommodate for skinny bitches when no one is making shit for the fat girls?' is always her reply….

Damn I sound like such a bitch. It's not far from the truth, but still they could sugar coat things I say. And damn straight I won't make anything smaller then a twelve! I have a hard enough time finding clothes I like that fit my size twenty ass. Why should I make some skinny bitches life easier?

“Tabbie.” The magazine I'm reading is pulled down to reveal the face of my best friend. “Your momma is on the phone.”

I take the cordless phone from her and hold it between my ear and shoulder. “Hi Momma.”

“Do you have dinner plans?” she asks on the other end.

“We were just gonna order a pizza or something. Why?” Free home cooking sounded pretty good.

“Then feel free to come over. Bring Vivian if you like.”

“Thanks. What time do you want us over?”

“Seven sound okay?”

I nod, and then realize she can't see me. “Seven'll be great, Mom.”

We say our goodbyes and hang up.

“What's happening at seven?” Viv ask as I hand her back the phone.

“We're going to my momma's for dinner.” I picked the magazine back up to finish reading the article about me and my clothing line.

Viv was quiet for a few moments. “Is it a holiday?”

I laughed. “Not that I'm aware of. Why, do you not want free food?”

“You know I fuckin do. I just figured I'd make sure.”

There are two extra cars in front of my parents' house when we pull up in my old school convertible Cadillac.

“Why didn't you tell me it was a dinner party?” Viv starred at the other cars.

“Because I wasn't aware of it either.” I locked my car with the remote as we walked towards the door. Not bothering to knock I opened the door and let Viv inside before I closed it behind me. “Momma? Daddy? Where are you?”

“We're in the living room,” my dad calls back. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he'd just been laughing.

I went around the corner to the living room and stopped so hastily that Vivian ran into me.

“What the hell, Tab?” she grunted. Upon seeing what I did she took a quick breath and let out a small, “oh.”

My eyes met my mother's across the room. “You didn't tell me you invited anybody else.”

“I didn't?” she feigned thinking. “Oh well, but I didn't think you'd mind honey.”

“I mind,” I replied through clenched teeth.

“I thought it'd be a nice surprise since you haven't seen Matt in years.” Mom frowned. “You two use to spend just about every waking moment together.” Sitting in the room in front of me were Gary, Kim, and Matt Sanders; and his girlfriend Valery DeBenedetto. Matt had been my first…well my first everything.

“It's definitely a surprise,” Viv mumbled next to me.

Dad shook his head. “I told you to tell her, Joyce.” He knew more of what had happened then she did.

Mom stood, smiling. “Well I don't see any reason we can't all enjoy a lovely dinner together. Everything's all ready if you'd like to join me in the dining room.”

I would have rather stabbed myself with a butter knife. A dull, rusted one at that.

With a hand on my shoulder Dad led me into the dining room and pulled out a chair for me. He wordlessly sat on one side while Vivian took the chair on the other. Even with them on either side I ended up sitting across from Matt.

Under the table, where only Viv could see I pressed the dull edge of my knife to my wrist. She let out a small giggle in response. I'd have to have a little talk with my mother later.

“So I hear your clothing line is doing rather well,” Kim looked up at me about half way through dinner. I'd been keeping my mouth shut, and everyone else had been leaving me alone.

But I'd always loved Kim so I answered. “It really has. It'd probably do even better if I made smaller sizes though.”

“But your line isn't geared towards small women.” She gave a small smile. “Although I'll admit that I wouldn't mind owning a few things you've made.”

I returned her smile. “I'll see what I can do. You'll be the only one though.”

“You'd totally have to make her a `skinny bitches are evil' shirt,” Viv laughed.

“I don't fully understand that shirt.” Kim frowned.

“It's not aimed at every skinny woman. There are quite a few cool skinny women in the world.” My eyes met Val's across the table. “But more bitches. I'll have to get you Skinny Women Are Evil by Mo'Nique. It'll explain it a lot better than I can.”

My phone vibed in my pocket with a text message. stop being so mean The only reason I even had the number programmed in my phone was so I wouldn't answer it, although I was a little shocked that Matt some how had mine.

The reply was simple. why the fuck should i be nice to her?

From the angry look in his eyes I knew he got it.

Vivian gave me a questioning look and without hesitation I handed over my phone so she could read the two messages. A scowl crossed her normally kind face.

“Something wrong, girls?” Mom asked before taking a dainty bite.

“Yes,” we replied in unison.

“It's Mikey,” Viv stated as she handed me my phone back.

I excused myself from the table and stepped out the back door to answer it. “Hey Mikey.”

“How much do you love me?” my long time friend and business partner asked me with a note of excitement in his voice.

“I get the feeling I'm about to love you more.”

He chuckled. “Oh you will. I just got you a contract to start moving your line into Torrid stores along with their online and the Hot Topic website.”

I let out an excited scream. “You're fucking kidding me!”

“I just need you to sign the paper work and we're golden.”

I proceeded to jump up and down like a child excited for ice cream. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I didn't interrupt anything did I?” he asked as a belated thought.

“Only dinner with my parents, the Sanders and Val.”

Mikey was quiet a moment. “Who the fuck invited Matt Sanders?”

“The Mother.”

“Some times I think your mother is completely mental.” He sighed. “Well I'll let you go back to you dinner party so you can get it over with.”

“It's not necessary,” I sighed. “Promise.”

“Bye Tabbie.”

“Bye,” I mumbled before hanging up. I went back inside to be met by everyone's inquiring gazes.

“Were you screaming?” Dad finally asked.

This brought on a new bought of smiling. “Mikey got us Torrid and Hot Topic.”

Vivian was instantly on her feet, jumping up and down with me. “You're fucking kidding!”

I shook my head. “Mikey said all I have to do is sign the paperwork.”

“Girls, I know you're excited but we're in the middle of dinner.”

My eyes turned cold and moved in my mother's direction. “Fuck dinner! Do you know what this means for my company? This has the possibility to exponentially increase sales.”

“Joyce, let them be. Tabitha has been working hard for this. You were once young with dreams.” Dad took a sip of his water. “This calls for drinks. Matt, would you mind helping an old man get down an even older bottle of whiskey?”

“Not at all.” Matt stood and followed my dad into the other room.

“Congratulations, Tabbie.” Gary raised his water glass in my direction. “We all knew it would happen.”

I smiled and gave a small curtsy. “You never did let me pay you back.” He'd given me money to get started, but wouldn't let me give it back now that I could afford it.

“Nonsense. You're like the daughter I almost had and it was a gift.”

“One day I'm going to just put the money in your mail slot.”

“And I'll know it was you and give it right back.”

“You're just as stubborn as I remember, Gary,” I chuckled.

“Where else do you think Matt got it from?” He winked as Dad and Matt came back in.

Dad handed me my drink first before handing out the rest. Since neither of the mom's really like whiskey he'd brought them wine. He held his glass up, “To Hardcore Cupcakes. May every big girl in America realize that when you call them fat kids it's only in love.”

I laughed and clinked glasses with everybody. “Mmm, Daddy, this is really good.” He'd put just enough sweet and sour mix in my drink along with a cherry and a bit of its juice.

“Matt made it,” he commented off hand before going back to whatever he was saying to Gary and Kim.

That surprised me. “You remember how I like my whiskey?”

Matt shrugged, avoiding the questioning look Val was giving him. “I remember a lot more then you give me credit for.”

 

The preceeding was a work of fiction. Any statements regarding any person, place, or other entity (real or imaginary) is the sole responibility of the author of this work of fiction. Fan Works Inc. takes no responsibility for the content of user submitted stories. All stories based on real people are works of fiction and do not necessarily reflect on the nature of the individuals featured. All stories based on other copyrighted works are written with authors knowing that these works violate copyright laws.

Please see the Terms of Service for more information.

[Return to Top]

TOS  |  Privacy Policy  |  Questions/Comments?  |  Found a bug?  |  Report violations of the TOS
Powered by E-FanWorks v3.9.9b © Null Referrence Software 2003-2006