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Ready or Not Fanfiction: Chapter 1

In December (2013), I posted about my love of the ’90s Canadian TV show Ready or Not. Then, I talked about how I wanted to reboot it, take the story and pick things up in 2004 for Busy and Amanda. People like to shit on fanfiction, because it’s not “real” writing, right? I happen to think fanfiction could be a great way to start writing. Borrowing someone else’s world and characters can help you practice juggling the elements of fiction in a safer environment. I never cared to write it myself, because I never thought of characters going beyond their established stories. When stories end (stories told through books, movies, TV shows—whatever), it’s usually done in my mind, too. I don’t wonder what could’ve happened later on.

I also think fanfiction is a legit way for experienced writers to use their skills to deliver more for fans of movies, books, and TV shows. Some of it might be crap, but hey, it’s not like tons of crap doesn’t get legitimately published every year anyway.

Ready or Not ended way too soon, and there were seeds planted in the story that should’ve had time to sprout into full-fledged plot lines. So, that’s why I decided I, too, could try doing the fanfiction thing. So, in December, I announced that Chapter 1 was complete…and then I never posted it. I kind of figured apart from my girlfriend and my sisters, no one would be interested. But! someone actually Googled for fanfiction of Ready or Not and landed on my blog.

So, that was my kick in the ass. Here is Chapter 1, for those who fondly remember Busy & Amanda.

Disclaimer: Busy is a lesbian, so if you’re a homophobic RoN fan, consider yourself warned!


Ready or Not: A + B


 Chapter 1: Coming Home

Amanda Zimm stands in a bedroom she’s never spent enough time in to consider her own, and realizes not only will she be leaving her mother behind, but her dreams as well. The internship position at Miller-Prince Publishing will be awarded to their second choice. The launch of Words of 2004, the anthology of short stories she co-edited, will go on without her. She’ll never get a seventh date with Luke—though that one isn’t all that sad. Still, the changes weigh heavy and though she keeps reminding herself she’s only twenty-one years old, Amanda can’t see how she’ll rebuild herself in Toronto. Even though she spent the first fifteen years of her life there, it doesn’t feel like going home. Still, there is no way she could stay here, in Vancouver. It would break her father’s heart, and besides, too much has happened here in. It’s time to go, in more ways than one.

Phyllis, Amanda’s mother, appears at the door. “Are you ready, honey?”

“Yes. I’m just…getting some closure from this place.”

Phyllis gazes at the room around Amanda, at the walls covered with framed photographs of earlier times. All memories from before—before they moved out west, before Phyllis and Stephen bought this downtown condo, before Amanda made the residence of the University of British Columbia her home.

Phyllis sidles up to her daughter and puts an arm around Amanda’s shoulders. “I just can’t believe we’re not going to see each other for so long. I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

“If you need anything, you call, okay? I know how your father can be—”


“I know, I know. I just don’t want you to have to struggle. This is already going to be a big adjustment, starting a new year at a new university, sharing an apartment with your father—if anything comes up, Stephen and I are a phone call away.”

“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much.”

Phyllis moves to face Amanda and cups Amanda’s face in her hands. “You could’ve stayed here, you know. You still can.” When Amanda sighs, Phyllis lets her arms fall to her sides. “Okay, honey. You be sure to see how Busy’s doing. Tell her I wish her and her family well.”

“I will.”

“We’re leaving in about thirty minutes.”

“Okay. I’ll be ready,” Amanda says.

Phyllis disappears, leaving Amanda alone once again. The condo already feels like it’s gone into hibernation, as if it knows its occupants are leaving for a long while. Phyllis and Stephen would soon be taking off on their yearlong cruise around the world, beginning first with a month in New York to visit Phoebe and Gregory, Amanda’s step-siblings, who had moved out there with their mother. Phoebe will be starting high school, while Gregory, several years older than Amanda, works as a set designer on Broadway. Sometimes, Amanda still finds herself longing for the theater. When she left Toronto, she seemed to have also left her love of acting behind. But still, memories of playing Juliet, in her one and only true theater production, replay in her mind. And in a mahogany frame on the desk, there is a picture of Amanda on stage, standing next to the boy who played Romeo, the same boy who broke her teenage heart. Amanda almost wants to laugh at her naiveté, as if a boy she’d spent three months calling her boyfriend could actually have meant anything to her.

Amanda studies the framed photos on the wall next to her, realizing her hair hasn’t much changed in style since grade nine, the dark blond locks reaching just past her shoulders. Apart from an upgraded wardrobe, she could pass for the same old Amanda Zimm. She wonders who she might run into once back in Toronto, what they’ll see when they look at her. Her dad won’t notice anything. He hasn’t known Amanda in years, which she likes to think is a big part of the reason she’s going back now. Sure, Leonard’s been more insistent about reconnecting in the last year, constantly sending his daughter emails asking about her life and offering to buy her a plane ticket to visit, even though they both know he can’t afford it. But more than anything, Amanda needs to get away from this place, from the path she’s been on that has been threatening to turn her into someone totally unrecognizable, even to herself. Leonard Zimm would never suspect anything was off about his daughter. He’ll just be glad to have her back.

Her former best friend Busy, however, is another story. Busy—well, she might notice something’s not right. Although they haven’t seen each other in six years. Apart from the occasional MySpace exchanges, they’re barely even friends anymore. And besides Busy, there is no one from the old life Amanda could see herself wanting to catch up with.

Maybe…just maybe this can be a fresh start. A fresh start in a familiar place.

It will have to do. It’s all there is.


What the hell is a girl supposed to do when she becomes a vegetarian and works part-time at her father’s butcher shop? Busy finishes wrapping Mrs. Vincenzo’s usual order of two pigs’ feet while that question runs through her mind. Busy is a butcher’s daughter. She’s always been a butcher’s daughter. She’s spent a huge chunk of her life hanging out and working at Ramone’s Meats & Deli. The shop, decorated in carcasses and blood, feels like home. The whole thing is a mess.

Busy hands the bundle to her father and decides she needs air. She rips off her apron, yells “I’m going on break!” and stalks off to the back room, pounding through the door and into the alley. Busy wedges a rock between the frame and the door to keep it from closing and locking her out. Three months ago, she gave up eating anything with a face. She figured after having worked at the butchery since being a kid, she’d still be able to carry on with it. It’s not like she’s responsible for all the slaughtering going on. It’ll still go on whether she’s wrapping up salami or not. Except the more the days go by, the more at odds her lifestyle change and her employment are becoming.

The back door opens, and the boss pokes his head out. “Hey—you gonna come back in here and do your job, Busy?”

“Dad, I’m on break!”

“Yeah, yeah, you take a break whenever you feel like it. Do I take a break, huh?”

“You could if you wanted to.”

He shakes his head and sighs. “Your hair. It looks crazy. I told you you can’t serve my customers like that.”

“They like my hair,” Busy says, running her fingers through the long crest of hair that starts off as a widow’s peak then defies gravity going up and forward by five inches. The rest of her dark brown locks are clipped short.

“You look like a damn delinquent with that earring under your lip.” His black eyebrows slant with the stern expression Sam Ramone always wears so well. “What are you doing, what is that? Are you smoking?”

“What?” Busy holds out her cell phone, a brand new Motorola RAZR that took months to save up for. “I’m checking my messages.”

“Get you butt back inside in ten, you got it? I’m not kidding around.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Sam kicks the rock into the alley and goes back inside, letting the door slam shut.

“Great,” Busy says, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and lighting one. With the other hand, she scrolls through her cell phone alerts. Three texts from Sag about what was going on Saturday night, and one missed call from Maxine. Busy makes a face at her phone, as though it can register her annoyance. Things are getting complicated with Maxine and the urge to bolt is creeping up in Busy. She could always bail on tomorrow night. Sag would call her a coward and laugh at her.

Busy laughed at him when he suggested they start a karaoke business. It felt like such a cheesy, amateur move for two people studying audio production at Soundbeats Institute. Busy stuck with her guaranteed income, however small it may be, while Sag went ahead with the karaoke venture. Now, he makes more way money than she does, hosting regular karaoke gigs in clubs and bars around Toronto, plus he books private events. Who knew the people of the world still wanted to belt out scary renditions of diva songs to one another? The thing is, trying to quit working here would cause Busy such a damn headache. Her dad would be pissed for weeks, trying to find a replacement—even though he spends most of his time acting like Busy’s the worst employee of all times. Or he’d try to guilt Manny into coming back, which would be bad for everyone involved. Frankie’s safe because of his full-time job at the bank. And Dom, well he’s still somewhere in Europe, doing his soul-searching nomad thing. Three useless and/or unavailable older brothers means it all falls Busy. As usual.

But the meat… It’s everywhere, all up in Busy’s face, making her feel like shit about being the one slicing it, weighing it, wrapping it, and taking money for it.


“Shit!” Busy trips over that rock with her startled feet and fumbles keeping her grasp on the phone while simultaneously trying to hide the cigarette from Sheila, Manny’s wife. “Sorry. You scared me.”

“No, I’m sorry. I picked up Manny’s salami and your father told me you were back here.”

“Yeah, on a break. What’s up?”

“Are you free tomorrow? Manny and I were hoping for a night out.”

“Babysitting?” Busy asks, unable to hide her less-than-thrilled tone.

“If you’re busy, that’s fine. I just thought I’d ask, in case you were looking to make a few extra dollars.”

Sheila gives one of her it’s-no-big-deal smiles and brushes her blond hair back. Meanwhile, Busy feels like crap for being so annoyed by the offer—except obviously she’d never be able to accept money for watching her nieces and nephews, even if they are a pack of rabid dogs. Busy’s mother would make her feel guilty for it. But the alternative is another weird date with Maxine. Slicing meat sounds like a better choice than either of those two at the moment.

“Well…what about my mom?”

“I think we tired her out last weekend. The baby’s got colics and Gina’s getting into everything, you know. It’s okay, Busy, really. Manny and I can have a nice evening at home.”

“It’s just that…well, Amanda’s moving back today. I said I’d go and help her get settled.”

“Amanda Zimm? That’s great, Busy! Best friends reunited, huh?”

Busy stretches her lips into an awkward smile. “Uh…yeah. Totally.”

“Well, tell her hi from us. It would be great if you two came over for dinner one day. Maybe next week? I bet she’d love to see the kids.”

If Amanda is anything like she used to be, then that was probably an accurate assumption. But Busy doesn’t actually have any plans to go meet up with her. She just got a message from Amanda through MySpace a couple weeks ago letting her know Amanda was flying back to Toronto today and that sometime soon, they should “meet up for coffee, or something.” They haven’t talked on the phone about it. They haven’t heard each other’s voices in years. When Amanda first moved out west, she promised she and Busy would keep in touch, that they’d keep their friendship alive. They’d even talked about Busy flying out to Vancouver for a visit. But none of it happened. Life went on and they both became different people. What were they supposed to do, become pen pals? The moment Amanda moved, their friendship died, just like Busy knew it would.

And yeah, years later, Busy’s still pretty pissed off about it, though she’s not sure why she still cares so much.


Three years—that’s how long it’s been since Amanda’s seen her father. Something happened in those three years because he looks old now. His hair is more salt than pepper, and his cheeks seem sunken in. Gaunt—that’s the word for it. But he’s only in his late forties; he shouldn’t look this way, should he? Although Amanda has to admit that whenever she’d think of her father, she’d picture him as he was before she moved away, when she was still seeing him fairly regularly. Of course he’s changed, and of course it would surprise her.

“Amanda!” Leonard wraps his arms around her, while surrounding the two of them are passengers pulling their suitcases off the baggage claim conveyor belt. “I missed you so much.”

“Hi, Dad.”

“How was your flight? Are you hungry? I got everything to make you my famous spaghetti—remember? How long has it been.”

“A long time.”

Amanda doesn’t have the heart to tell him she’s forever watching her carb intake. She experienced the Freshman Fifteen last fall and has no plans on going back there again, forced to cycle through her three pairs of leggings because her jeans and slacks wouldn’t go over her butt. By cutting out the bread and pasta, she got rid of the fifteen plus an extra five. She feels light again. Her mother insisted she went overboard, but Amanda wasn’t concerned with her opinion.

Leonard starts them off toward the airport exit, wheeling a suitcase at each side, while Amanda pulls the third suitcase and hoists her carry-on over a shoulder.

“I didn’t really do much to your room. I figured you’d like to arrange it the way you want. Your bed and the chest of drawers are still in there. We can go to Ikea next week and get you some furniture.”

“Great, thanks. I’m sure it’s fine the way it is.”

Leonard halts when they reach the crosswalk to the parking garage and turns to give Amanda another long look. “I’m so glad you’re here, honey. Look at you, you’re all grown up. When did that happen?”

Amanda shrugs and allows herself to get lost in her dad’s embrace, remembering before. When he and Phyllis were still together, when they lived in a house and not apartments and condos, when Busy would ride her bike over so they could lie on Amanda’s bedroom floor and listen to tapes of U4EA while doing their Math homework. Was life really so much better then? Did Amanda peak at twelve years old? Sometimes it feels like it. Sometimes Amanda feels incredibly juvenile for entertaining such dark thoughts. Maybe if she was still into poetry, she could let the darkness out in a quatrain, or a sonnet even. But Amanda’s thing now is fiction. Making things up, because life is so much better when it’s made up.

God, when did she become so melodramatic?

In her father’s aging Toyota, Amanda rests her head against the passenger side window, waiting for the streets to become familiar. It doesn’t take long before it hits, the mixture of apprehension and nostalgia. The closer they get to the apartment on the west end of the city, the more Amanda longs for their destination to be the old house. But why? There’s nothing there anymore.

At the apartment, Amanda takes in the few changes—the different sofa, the computer desk at the far end of the living room, and the light weights and exercise ball in the spot where a dining room table would be.

“Trying to work a little exercise into my day, you know to keep myself from getting too much of a belly.” He pats his gut as though he thinks there really is extra weight there. Leonard has always been a tall, strong man, but now he seems to be wearing thin. Amanda nods before wheeling her suitcases into her new-old bedroom.

“I used to hate this room, remember?”

“You hated that I left, that I was living here now.”

“Dad, are you okay? You seem kind of…tired.”

“I am. Inventory at the store’s been keeping me busy. How ‘bout that spaghetti?” He grins and moves to open the curtains, letting in the evening light. Amanda lost three hours with the time zone change, and it feels like a long way from dinner time.


“We have air conditioning here. The summer’s been so hot. Do you remember how to work the thermostat?”



Leonard lingers until Amanda grows awkward, standing among her suitcases, not sure what to do next. Unpacking would seem like a good place to start, but she’s not feeling it. She’s not feeling like spaghetti either. It’s too late to call customer service and have her Palm Treo smartphone flipped over from Vancouver to Toronto. “Um, Dad? Do you mind if I go for a walk? I kind of want to stretch my legs and see how things have changed.”

“Sure, honey. You want me to come with you?” When she shakes her head, he seems relieved. “I’ll just make some dinner and keep a plate for when you get back.”


Amanda takes her toiletries to the cramped bathroom to freshen up, washing her face and reapplying the powder on her eyes and the red on her lips. In her room, she digs in a suitcase and comes up with a fresh black tank and slips her feet in a pair of sandals. Her purse over her shoulder, Amanda takes the elevator to the street and heads down a familiar route. It’s different but it’s still the same. It hasn’t been that long after all. When her feet get tired, Amanda hops on a bus, then another.

She didn’t consciously decide to come by the old house, but here she is now, staring at the unfamiliar cars in the driveway. The color of the garage is all wrong, and there’s a long porch that wraps around to the side now. In the window of what used to be her bedroom, a bamboo curtain hangs, obscuring the view inside. This place is boring, just like Amanda used to be. Just like she longs to be again. To forget about the excitement she sought and ended up getting too much of in Vancouver.

Unsure of what she’d been expecting, Amanda walks to the end of the street, pushing the homesick feeling down.

What is she homesick for, anyway?


Friday night, mowing the lawn. This is the kind of bullshit evening Busy has arranged for herself by forgetting to cut the lawn yesterday, when her dad asked her to. Sag is almost lucky, sharing an apartment with two other guys, but Busy would’ve never had the guts to answer an ad by total strangers looking for roommates. One of them is a coke-head, and the other has a crush on Busy, which is creepy as hell. It’s even creepier that Sag has a crush on him because apparently, this guy has a “beautifully complex mind.”

Busy can’t complain too much, because when Frankie moved out a few months ago, she got the basement. It’s her very own place, and it looks a whole lot better since Manny did all this work to it back when he and Sheila lived there. There’s a separate entrance at the side of the house now. Her parents still expect her to come up for dinner every night and wash the dishes. It makes sense, though, because it’s not like Busy pays rent. Which is a feat, because Sam Ramone would only allow the kids to stay on rent-free if they’re in college, or saving up for a down-payment for a house like Manny had done, and Sam barely considers Busy’s program at Soundbeats Institute to be a legit college experience. Even her mother, Lucy, can’t hide her disappointment that Busy isn’t going to a “real” college. As if Busy would ever get the kind of training and education in sound production that Soundbeats Institute provides anywhere else. Busy wants to be a songwriter, produce music, and she wants to be a professional drummer. She’s already wasted enough time, never sticking with piano lessons as a kid, never learning music theory. The only thing she did right is decide to go to the William Riley School for the Arts, the special performing arts high school she’d been accepted to—and almost bailed on just to be able to go to the same high school as Amanda Zimm, except Amanda ended up moving away just before that. Anyway, Busy works hard and yeah, her parents are proud of her, but they just don’t get it. Whatever. They never got it.

So every week, Busy takes the mower around the property that holds the only home she’s ever known, in the west-end suburbs of Toronto. It’s a humid July evening, but when one’s hair is coated in a generous layer of extra-hold hair spray, there’s no danger of frizz, even for thick Italian hair. Busy’s black t-shirt sleeves are rolled up to her shoulders and the front is half-tucked into her faded, ripped-at-the-knees jeans.Tonight calls for an iPod playlist of Electropop and Synthpop—auditory studying, as Busy likes to think of it. She’s working her way from the ‘80s—with some Duran Duran, Human League, Tears for Fears, and Erasure—to what’s hot now—Ladytron, The Postal Service, and this album that just came out last month, Hot Fuss, by this new band The Killers. With that stuff pumping in her ears, Busy goes on autopilot, the lawn-mowing fading into the background.

Busy goes up and down the front lawn for a while, stopping to break into a drum solo when the beat calls to her. One day, she’ll save up enough cash to get a new set of Roland V-Drums, Busy’s dream electronic drum kit, which cost as much as a car. For now, she’s got a lower-end set that still does the job, but V-Drums would totally kick ass.

The front lawn completely buzzed, Busy wanders to the front steps, parking her ass there to chug on her water bottle. It’s nearly nine and the sun is starting to fade. Water dribbles down Busy’s chin, fat drops landing on her shirt. She swipes her forearm against her chin just as her eyes settle on the girl walking up the sidewalk to the right. The girl looks over at Busy and stops. Just for a moment, Busy wonders if she’s hallucinating, seeing similarities between a girl from the past and someone totally random. But when the girl smiles, red lips making way for perfectly straight, white teeth, Busy knows it’s real, and whatever is happening, it’s beautiful.

Right there, in front of the neighbor’s house, stands Amanda Zimm.


Amanda feels clumsy in her sandals, like she could trip over an imaginary rock and tumble to the ground—right there in front of Busy. Busy Ramone who looks so different, yet so…right. Her bare arms still pasty white as ever, but now defined in a way that hints at some kind of weight-lifting routine. Amanda had almost expected to see the thick locks of dark hair, reaching just past Busy’s ears, and blow-dried back. But the way it is now suits her face, suits her. Amanda was prepared to simply pass by, expecting to be satisfied by seeing the Ramone house. Seeing this house sparks more emotion in Amanda than her own childhood home did. How much of it had to do with her former best friend being right there, heading over to meet her on the sidewalk.


That voice—it’s definitely Busy. Amanda smiles again and gives a little shrug. “Hi, Busy.”

“You walked here?”

“I’ve been sightseeing. Went by my old house, then to the park.”

Busy stops a few feet away, slipping her hands in her back pockets. Amanda can feel herself returning the mixture of awkwardness, surprise, and glee that can be seen on Busy’s face. At one time, they wouldn’t have hesitated to hug, but now, Busy nods while Amanda fidgets.

“Well, welcome back,” Busy says.

“Thanks. How are you?”

“Good, you know… Uh, you? How are you? When did you get back?”

“I’m fine. Just a few hours ago, actually. I probably should be unpacking, but…”

“How’s your dad?”

“He’s…fine, I guess. I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

“I thought he did business in Vancouver a lot.”

“The first few years he did, but then there were cutbacks. He works in department store now, in the electronics section. It’s…not ideal, but it’s employment, I guess.”

Busy looks down, her mouth frowning in that familiar way that suggests she’s not sure how to put a positive spin on an unfortunate situation. She sighs and tries again: “Your mom? And Stephen?”

“She’s good. They’re both great. Just heading off on some cruise around the world now. It’s supposed to be very romantic, and very lengthy.”

Busy laughs. “For real? Wow. How did that happen?”

The catch-up continues, with Amanda filling Busy in on Stephen’s business success, leaving the jingle-writing to go back to engineering, his original career. The conversation then moves over to Busy’s side. Hearing how much life has changed for the Ramones sounds unbelievable to Amanda, almost as though she’d expected to come back to learn that life had stood still for them. Manny with so many kids, Frankie graduated from university and working toward an executive position at a bank. So much happened.

“Oh, and Dom’s bipolar. He tried to go back to school for a while but he still couldn’t handle it. He stayed here in his old bedroom and for like, three months all he did was sleep. So, my mom took him to the doctor. That’s when they found out what was up. He was on meds for a while, and he seemed better, but then he took off to Europe to backpack almost two years ago. He would’ve run out of drugs by now, but whatever. He calls every few months.”

“Oh my god, Busy. That’s…crazy!”


“You parents must be…”

“They’re getting used to it now, but my mom worries, and, well, you know my dad. He’s extra cranky for a few days after Dom calls.” Busy points a thumb to the house. “Hey, you wanna sit or something? Do you have to take off?”

Leonard is home, probably keeping the pasta warm, maybe anxious to catch up with his daughter. But Busy is right there. It’s been so long since Busy was right there.

“I can stay.”


Amanda nods and follows Busy up to the front steps where they sit, leaving enough space between them to allow for the awkwardness. In their old life, Amanda would’ve been the one to talk Busy’s ear off, and Busy might’ve been more reserved. The truth is, if Amanda wasn’t insisting on keeping her guard up, keeping things professional, this—being next to Busy and talking—might be the most natural thing in the world. Is Busy feeling odd? It’s hard to tell. She seems so laid-back. Not that Busy was uptight before, but she seems…free, happy.

A little bit of it sprinkles on Amanda, and that feeling she’s been hoping for, that confirmation that this place still means something to her, nudges her mind, then her heart. Maybe it’s Busy. Maybe Amanda’s forgotten what it’s like to have a friend. A true friend who knows all of you. Well, almost all—six years is a long time.

“You look good, Amanda.”

“So do you.”

There’s a pause, a nervous chuckle from each of them. And right there, as Busy dives into a story about her uncle Pasquale, Amanda realizes that if there is a chance to get it all back, then that chance would be enough for Amanda to be all in. The realization triggers a rise in Amanda’s heart rate, and a stinging in her eyes. What if in order to get back to where they were, Amanda has to admit once and for all that she’s not perfect? And worse, what if their friendship isn’t even worth it to Busy?

Maybe tomorrow, or next week, she’ll have the courage to ask. But for tonight, this is enough. It’s…perfect.



16 thoughts on “Ready or Not Fanfiction: Chapter 1

  1. That was a really good start. Thanks for sharing it. I could picture all of that happening as I was reading and am wondering what is wrong with Amanda and what Busy’s family thinks of her being gay. I take it you are a professional writer, or are aspiring to be, and you’re right in that any kind of writing practice will make you even better.

    1. Thanks for reading it!
      This chapter had a lot of backstory details, and getting Amanda and Busy reconnected, but I’ve got plans for what’s happening in the future and it’s got more action.
      Yeah, I’m working on my first novel and pretty involved in my local writing community. But, sitting there and agonizing over the end of Ready or Not and feeling ripped off, I thought, “Hey! I’m a writer–I can make this happen for myself!” 😛 Obviously the novel is priority so I’m not sure I’ll be able to write this RoN stuff quickly, but when the mood hits me and I’ve got some time, I’ll be getting started on Chapter 2.

  2. I was SO unbelievably happy to come across this and read the first chapter! I really do hope you make more, as this show meant a lot to some of us young Canadian folk haha. I’m already hooked on it, and I’ve never even read any fan fiction before. Very exciting stuff! Can’t wait to read Chapter 2!!!

    1. This is awesome! Thanks for taking the time to read. 😀
      I don’t do fanfiction either, but I just couldn’t let these characters disappear. 😛
      I have a half-started 2nd chapter, and then totally had to get back to my novel writing stuff full time. I really need to find some time to get back to this RoN thing. Maybe you’ve just given me a little boost to think about finishing Chapter 2. 😉

  3. This is the bees’ knees! I loved how perfectly you captured the essence of Amanda and Busy. It really feels like the two of them are there. I can SEE this chapter perfectly!

    Was chapter two ever published? I can’t wait another day! I’m in shock on how good this fan fiction is!

    1. Thank you so much! I never finished the second chapter… :S I found I had to really focus on my novel. But I still think about going back to it. First I need to rewatch the series and make notes! So cool that you came to read my little attempt at fanfiction! 😀

      1. Thanks for taking the time to reply to my comment!

        “If a job’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.” So no need to rush.

    1. Thank you for reading!
      I think about it from time to time, but I’m so focused on trying to write my own story, I can’t even think about creating something else. But who knows. Maybe when I’m in the revision stage and looking for a distraction. 😉

  4. I just stumble on your chapter!
    Love it!! I wish someday they do come back with the series as it was so good back on the day. Am watching all over again now.
    So many series with big comebacks, this one deserves it.
    Coming back to your script, it feels so real, I can put their sounds in my head for real. This is worth of sending to them and light an spark 🙂
    Anyway good luck with your work!!!

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