ok it's gonna suck, but hey, imma try it.
NOTE: Suzanne had Noel, this was before she ran away.
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Suzanne Sugarbaker sat on her couch. A lone tear ran down her cheek and she swiped it away. She tried as hard as she could to stop from sobbing- what if someone came in?- but she couldn't help it. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she furverently wiped them off. The doorbell rang and Suzanne grabbed a tissue, drying her eyes.

"Come in." The door opened. It was Anthony Bouvier, Sugarbaker Design Firm's delivery man. "Oh, hi Anthony" Suzanne said in a soft voice. He walked in and sat down next to her on the couch. "Have you been crying?" he asked after a minute. She hesitated, then nodded.

"How did you know?" she asked. Anthony smiled. "I just know you, that's all," he said softly. "Why were you crying?" She shook her head and smiled a tiny smile. "It's dumb, really. It's just- just..." The tears suddenly spilled out again. Anthony wiped them for her. "Someone took Noel." Noel was Suzanne's pet pig and Suzanne really loved her. Anthony put his arm around her. He really felt terrible, he knew how much Suzanne loved Noel...

Suzanne didn't want to admit it, but she felt loved with Anthony around. She looked into his eyes. In fact, he wasn't bad looking, either....

Anthony wiped Suzanne's tears away one final time. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her. And not just a little friendly peck on the cheek, or some quick kiss on the lips, this was an earth shattering kiss. And Suzanne enjoyed it too. When he pulled away, she just grabbed him and kissed him more.

Julia Sugarbaker fumbled with her key ring. Damn it, I'm late coming to Suzanne's, Julia thought. Suzanne had asked earlier in the day if Julia would come over at 10 and stay the night there and now it was... Julia consulted her watch. 10:18. Damn.

"Aha!" Julia said out loud when she found the key. She put it in the lock, turned it, opened the door... and was met with the sight of her younger sister and her delivery man making out on the couch.
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TO BE CONTINUED

Good or not?

It was good! But Julia would never ever say damn. She knows better. I know Dixie too well! Dixie would never ever say damn.:p

Originally posted by Little Dixie Carter
It was good! But Julia would never ever say damn. She knows better. I know Dixie too well! Dixie would never ever say damn.:p

I know that. That's why she thought it. She didn't say it :D

Yeah, but she would never think it either!!!:p :p :p

Your fanfic is really good!:D And I just thought that I would point something out.....

"Julia house is placed on a Tour of Homes and she is enforced to open her home to inconsiderate tourists.
TOURIST: Y'know, the other houses were much nicer than this one. This is boring.
KAREN, THE TOUR GUIDE: Well, this isn't one of our better ones. In fact, the only reason it's on the tour is because this was the home of Lucifer T. Stonewall Sugarbaker. He was a very famous horse thief and Yankee spy. Who's seen Gone With the Wind? Do you remember Belle Watley's house? Well this was the original that it was based on.
TOURIST: This used to be a whore house?
JULIA: Alright!! That's it. This is not a whore house, this is my house. And I've had all I'm gonna take of you. You don't care about history, you just want to sell it. You don't even sell it honestly. You just want to sell the myth.........the myth of the Old South. You all know that myth, don't ya? Happy darkies singing in the field while Miss Scarlet primps around throwing hissy fits. Well that's an insult. It isn't the South. It's an insult to all the people who lived and died here not so very long ago. We Southerners have had to endure many things. But one thing we Southerners don't have to endure is a bunch of bored housewives turning historical homes into theme parks, not to mention ill-mannered tourists with their Big Gulps, Mysties, Slurpees, and Frosties, their dirty feet overflowing rubber thongs, and babies who sneeze fudgecicle juice! Out!! Out of my house!! As God is my witness..........I will burn it down myself before I let you in again!!
(The tourists applaud........)
TOURIST: Wow! Just like the movie!
TOURIST: This is the best house on the tour!
KAREN: (nervously trying to hurry them out) Well.........we aim to please. And wasn't that a wonderful piece of theater.
MARY JO: Well................
JULIA: Well.........
MARY JO: Julia, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I don't think you're gonna be invited to be on the tour of homes next year.
JULIA: Frankly my dear...............I don't give a "damn. "



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The show that Julia said that in was "A Blast From The Past". The link if I did this right is right here you can go read it your self.

http://www.topthat.net/DWT/Quotes/Tirades.html

Well, that was only ONCE! :lol: