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11 August 2008 @ 12:20 am
{My Favorite Accident} 01  

Crazy in love.


Fletcher Noelle Campbell


"Fletch, you're being stupid."

Fletcher Noelle Campbell stared at her best friend with wide, disapproving eyes. "Don't call me stupid Kev. I'm...mourning."

"The loss of your stupid boyfriend?" Kevin said crossing his arms.

Fletcher held back a giggle and shrugged. "He was not stupid-"

"Fletch, he didn't know the difference between Chicken Of The Sea and actual chicken."

Fletcher started laughing. "Okay, maybe he was stupid. But really Kev, I don't feel like going out tonight with the merry band of followers."

Kevin gave her a reassuring smile. "Please stop referring to the fans as the band of followers. It makes them sound like stalkers."

Fletcher took a sip of her water and smiled. "Well, they are! Really, go without me, I'll be fine here on my own."

Kevin looked into her green eyes and tucked a strand of her sandy blond hair behind her ear. "Fine, but if you need anything-"

Fletcher smiled. "Kev, I'm in Vegas, I still have my dad's platinum card, if I need anything, I'll find it."


Fletcher sat at the bar and swung her legs back and forth. She wasn't 21 yet, but that didn't mean she didn't look it.

Fletcher had long blond hair, gorgeous green orbs for eyes, a lithe athletic figure and legs that went on forever. She didn't have to try that hard to look good.

That didn't mean she thought she did. Fletcher always had a bit of an insecurity problem, like she was never going to be good enough. Never smart enough. Never pretty enough. Never nice enough.

But her it wasn't her dad who reminded her she was all those things, he was always away on business. It sure as hell wasn't her gold digging, controlling mother, she was the cause of Fletcher's insecurities in the first place. It was her best friend, Kevin Jonas.

15 years and they had been practically inseparable. Kevin knew everything about her, her odds and ends, her good and bad. He knew she hated being around her mother alone while her dad was probably off screwing some 20 year old Euro-trash whore, so out of the blue he showed up at her doorstep and said "Hey, wanna come on tour with us?"

That's how Fletcher landed here in the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino in Vegas. How she landed alone at the bar drinking away the misery that her stupid ex-boyfriend, Kyle caused. It didn't go too well with him when she left him out of the blue with her best friend and his family on a whirlwind tour.

Her boyfriends never did like Kevin too much. Kevin didn't have much love for them either, but he dealt with them for Fletcher's sake.

Her ex-boyfriend, Kyle, gorgeous, yes and dumb as a post, was the reason why she was sitting alone in the bar, in a tight black dress and patent black waist belt with black Christian Louboutins that were pinching her toes slightly. Fletcher never understood why she couldn't hold onto anyone for more than a few months.

The only one she could hold on to was Kevin. Kevin, who always took care of her when she needed help. Who gave her a place to stay when she couldn't stand being around her mother. Who held her hair back when she threw up after too much to drink.

He babysat Fletcher and in turn, Fletcher was the one who was there when some whore broke his heart. Or when he felt like the fans didn't appreciate him as much. She was the one who rubbed his back until he fell asleep whenever he got sick.

But she needed to be alone right now, she needed this drink. This burning sensation at the back of her throat. This buzz in her head that made her feel invincible.

"Fletch, come on, let's go." Fletcher blinked and saw a pair of familiar greenish-gray eyes. Her vision was fuzzy but she recognized them right away.

Fletcher grinned and threw her arms up. "Kevin! How was the show? Sit, sit and tell me all about it. Bartender, please pour my friend a drink."

Kevin shook his head and pulled on one of her arms. "Fletch, it's 1:30, time for bed."

Fletcher shook her head and smiled goofily. "Oh come on Kev, don't be so un-fun, have a drink!"

Kevin sighed and looked at his watch. He had to be up in exactly 7 hours and so did Fletcher Noelle Campbell. But there was no way she was going to budge if he refused. "Okay, one drink and we go back upstairs."

Fletcher held out her hand. "Pinky swear, Kev."

The bartender, not even bothering to ask for his ID, gave him a sympathetic smile and poured him a drink.


The sound of her phone vibrating loudly woke Fletcher up. The minute she lifted her head from the pillow, she regretted it.

"Oh fuck." She lifted a hand to her forehead and groaned. She loved to drink, sure, but she would love it even more if it came without the hangovers.

She sat up and blinked, the morning sun just creeping over the horizon. She sat up and noticed something...odd.

Fletcher usually slept with clothes on. She froze in horror when she looked to her right and saw Kevin, sleeping, minus clothes.

Fletcher didn't mean to, but she fell out of bed and scrambled for her clothes. "Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck." She ran around the room, recovering pieces of her outfit from the night before, including her underwear, strewn carelessly on the carpet.

She grabbed her purse and ran out the door, her body trembling. Fletcher took a deep breath and walked down the hall.

"At least I can't even remember it."


Kevin checked his phone for the 32887th time that morning. He woke up this morning, without any clothes on, hungover and confused. Very confused.

All he remembered was trying to pry Fletcher away from the bar and him sitting down for one drink and then after that, nothing.

Nada, zip, zilch.

He hoped he hadn't done anything. Or said anything.

His friendship with Fletcher was too valuable to mess up. She was the one who had always been there for him, no questions asked. He wasn't about to just let it get fucked up because of a, for lack of a better term, one night stand.

The door opened and in stepped a familiar head of blonde hair. Her green eyes were worried and she was pacing around the room. Fletcher was wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of jeans and sneakers.

He forgot how quickly Fletcher could turn from classy to casual and just how good she looked doing that.

"Fletch, whatever happened last night-"

"We have a problem." She looked at him and held up her ring finger. Where a purity ring that was identical to his once was now sat a gold band. A gold wedding band.

Kevin slowly looked at his own hand and jumped back when he saw the same band. He looked up at Fletcher with the same expression.

If he thought their friendship was too strong to screwed up by anything, he was seriously doubting it.

This was no accident,
it was a therapeutic chain of events.
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
you're still holding all of my heart: joesleepoutspokenxx on August 10th, 2008 05:36 pm (UTC)
OMFG. oicwydt.
wow.. i need more. soon, definitely, soon.
dirty dianafantazeyes on August 11th, 2008 09:34 am (UTC)
don't worry bb more soon :) glad you liked it
she could be money, cars, fear of the dark...fullbloom870 on August 10th, 2008 05:36 pm (UTC)
first: a kevin story.. im in love with you
second: holy crap.. married?!
dirty dianafantazeyes on August 11th, 2008 09:41 am (UTC)
ty bb i can't wait for your nick story :D
she could be money, cars, fear of the dark...fullbloom870 on August 11th, 2008 05:24 pm (UTC)
it'll be up tomorrow
you know
in honor of ALBL
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dirty dianafantazeyes on August 11th, 2008 09:41 am (UTC)
thank you!
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dirty dianafantazeyes on August 11th, 2008 09:41 am (UTC)
hahahahaha thanks!!!
aldegader on August 10th, 2008 11:59 pm (UTC)
ooooh. i like it! haha.

i just watched the friend's episode with ross and rachel the other day when they got married. SWEET.

dirty dianafantazeyes on August 11th, 2008 09:43 am (UTC)

it's all happeningfarewells on August 11th, 2008 03:22 am (UTC)
que interesante
dirty dianafantazeyes on August 11th, 2008 09:43 am (UTC)
Amya_train909 on August 12th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
i love this.
Jessicajraec89 on August 15th, 2008 06:26 pm (UTC)
love so far...
off to read the next one.
Kara /MG Twinkles/: Wowza;; Paramoremgtwinkles on August 15th, 2008 09:28 pm (UTC)
I do believe this story is going to burn a mark in history - as all of yours do.
- feels cheesy -