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....a pair of stylish chinos....


Millionaire playboy Bruce Patman rose from his bed and walked to the window, stretching with the grace of a young lion. He smiled as he surveyed the grounds of the Patman estate. Life was good.

He was young (well, young-ish).

He was handsome.

He was rich.

The world was his oyster.

Bruce ran a tanned hand through his glossy dark hair and turned to his walk in closet. What would he wear today? What would suit the day’s activities? He ran over his schedule in his mind. He planned to drive around town in his Porsche for a while, before heading over to the Patman’s Canning Factory, the source of the family’s fortune. There he would spend some time in his state of the art office, with its glass and chrome furnishings - complete with an executive toy on the desk! Bruce sometimes spent hours on end gazing, enraptured, at the little silver balls going back and forth. And after work - well, that was when the real fun began. Bruce was the biggest party animal in California, and was never short of female companionship. When he pulled up in the Porsche outside LA’s hottest night clubs, he would be immediately surrounded by beautiful babes. But Bruce was fussy. He only liked women with golden tans, with eyes the colour of the Pacific ocean, with hair streaked blonde by the California sun.

He only liked women who reminded him of Jessica Wakefield.

Bruce’s smile faded as he thought of the Wakefield temptress. Jessica’s return to Sweet Valley had rekindled their long-dormant flames of passion, and the two had enjoyed a steamy affair. But after the defeat of Lila’s reign of terror, their romance had gone the same way as Boo Boo, Lila’s flying monkey. It was dead.

But somehow, Bruce could never get over it. He still found himself thinking of Jessica while he strutted on the dancefloor with women who were just pale imitations of the former SVH cheerleading captain. He sometimes even tried to recreate one of his and Jessica’s most dramatic moments together by picking up his dancing partners and spinning them over his head.

When he and Jessica had peformed those moves at the Sweet Valley High dance-off, it had been poetry in motion.

When he tried it with any other girl, the pair of them usually fell over and collapsed in a heap.

Bruce sighed as he pulled on a pale blue shirt and a pair of stylish chinos.

“Oh Jessica,” he said softly. “Will I ever see you again?”

Even as Bruce whispered those lonely words, the object of his affection was winging her way towards Sweet Valley. Jessica was seated in the pink satin lounger that was her favourite seat in her jet, the Hershey Bar.

“More champagne!” she cried, and a flunky, clad in the pink silk off-the-shoulder jumpsuit and wide silver belt that was the uniform of all of Jessica’s staff, ran forward to obey her command. Jessica popped another fresh strawberry between her perfectly-lined lips as she waited for her sparkling beverage. She found herself feeling quite excited about her return to Sweet Valley. She’d already started her novel, and was looking forward to holing herself up in the seclusion of her parents’ split-level ranch house and working on it. And then there was Lila.

And of course, Elizabeth. There had been differences between them in the past, but Jessica still felt a mysterious bond with her twin. Sometimes she felt an urge to write down snippets of hot celebrity gossip in Elizabeth’s distinctive style. She smiled. She couldn’t wait to see Elizabeth again. And the plane must be almost there by now. She turned to the flunky who had just presented her with a glass of bubbly.
“Hey,” she said. “What time is it?”
Jessica never wore a watch. It was actually pretty inconvenient, never knowing the time, but it was against her principles. After all, she reasoned, any party didn’t really start before she got there. Unfortunately, the filming of a big budget movie often did.
“Nearly four o’clock, Miss Wakefield,” said the minion. “We’ll be arriving in less than an hour.”
Jessica smiled.
“Watch out, Sweet Valley,” she said, to her servant’s confusion. “I’m coming home!”

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biascut
Nov. 2nd, 2004 04:03 am (UTC)
He sometimes even tried to recreate one of his and Jessica’s most dramatic moments together by picking up his dancing partners and spinning them over his head.

Hee! I'm in love with this image. He's all trying to spin them, singlehanded, and the girl in question is all, whaaat the fuuuuaaargh! It's so - unilateral!

By the way, you weren't listening to Hancock's Helpers on Radio 4, were you? Did you hear Kenneth Williams' wonderful story about the woofeldust? "... And there I was, prahncin' - I mean, I was really prahncin' - "
stellanova
Nov. 2nd, 2004 04:29 am (UTC)
Yes!! I laughed really, really loudly at that bit. I have to ring my dad and tell him to listen to the programme at work via the "Listen Again" page.

And, I always found the scene where Bruce lifted Jessica over his head hysterically funny, so I try to make references to it as often as possible! I think most people would react in a "hang on, what are you doing?!" way if someone tried to lift them over their head and - I am laughing as I type - spin them around to the music....
yiskah
Nov. 2nd, 2004 03:34 pm (UTC)
I always found the scene where Bruce lifted Jessica over his head hysterically funny

Wait - that actually happened in the books? I was assuming that it was a product of your fevered imagination!
stellanova
Nov. 3rd, 2004 01:45 am (UTC)
No, that's real! I could never have made up anything so freakish (okay, I could, but I didn't). That's why I keep refering to it! It happened in the one in which Jessica and Bruce became an item, which is called 'Playing with Fire'.
yiskah
Nov. 3rd, 2004 03:52 am (UTC)
Oh wow - I think I may actually remember that one! Was there a scene where Bruce and Jessica were swimming, and he undid her bikini top, so that 'cold water swirled around her breasts', or something? I thought that was terrible risque when I first read it.
fox1013
Nov. 2nd, 2004 05:16 am (UTC)
But after the defeat of Lila’s reign of terror, their romance had gone the same way as Boo Boo, Lila’s flying monkey.

There is never a bad reference to a flying monkey.

Not EVER.
stellanova
Nov. 2nd, 2004 05:21 am (UTC)
I'm starting to wish I hadn't killed him off! Maybe she'll get a new one...
biascut
Nov. 2nd, 2004 06:12 am (UTC)
Nah - I think you should just make sure you mention him in every chapter ...
stellanova
Nov. 2nd, 2004 06:20 am (UTC)
Hee! Excellent scheme. "The leaves fluttered in the breeze, reminding Elizabeth of the glittering wings of Boo Boo, Lila's late GM monkey..." Or "Todd smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. It looked more like the grimace which had once graced the face of Boo Boo..." etc, etc....
jeejeen
Nov. 2nd, 2004 07:33 am (UTC)
Sometimes she felt an urge to write down snippets of hot celebrity gossip in Elizabeth’s distinctive style.

Bwaaa ha ha!

This whole idea is so good. So fucking good that I might die.
roseability_
Nov. 2nd, 2004 10:55 am (UTC)
I love this so, so much. So much I always get the urge to run down to the library and get tons of SVH books out. Well, maybe not THAT much. But it's great!
cran
Nov. 2nd, 2004 12:51 pm (UTC)
This is wonderful! Keep it coming (and I love the idea of mentioning Boo Boo in every chapter).
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