lar_laughs: (LoVe forever)
Title: Thanksgiving Extravaganza
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters: Veronica, Mac
Rating: PG
Word Count: 364
Prompt: 93 - Thanksgiving at [livejournal.com profile] varietypack100

Author's Note: I'm going with the idea that Veronica is sticking close to home for college... but not too close. After all, Stanford is all about studying and learning and not mysteries and messing around.


Veronica sighed as she saw the menu for the Thanksgiving Extravaganza. How many different ways was it possible to prepare pumpkin? From this list, it clearly seemed that three was the right answer. That was two more than she wanted to know about. Luckily, there would be no orange soup. She didn’t know if she could handle sipping soup that was bright orange.

“Why don’t you come home with me?” Mac asked for the fifth time. Most of her closet was on her bed as she attempted to figure out what outfits she would need for the trip home for the long weekend. “My mom would love to have another person at the table. Having her daughter home isn’t nearly enough for her. She longs to be able to entertain like she used to.”

“No, I think I’ll stick close to the dorms this weekend. Maybe get ahead in my Chem homework. You know, it was so much easier to be a teenage detective in high school. They didn’t expect nearly as much out of me there.” She shook her head and looked around at her friend’s room. It was such a contrast to her own where both sides were in a state of tidy untidiness. This room, on the other hand, looked lived in and comfortable. You could throw a sock on the floor and know it would be there in the morning. Or in three weeks. Or at the end of the term.

“Where was your dad going? Aruba?”

Even though it was a sore spot (which Mac well knew), Veronica pasted a smile on her face and nodded. “Yep. Kendall’s got him working. What better time to go to Aruba to check on her missing brother than Thanksgiving. Personally, I think she’s doing it to torment me. He hasn’t had a weekend off since dropping me off at school.”

“And you aren’t bitter at all,” Mac drawled. “Definitely not bitter.”

Veronica glared at her and threw the small teddy bear that hung out on top of her state-of-the-art computer screen. “That wasn’t bitterness. That was resentment. There’s a difference.” Not much of one, she thought to herself. It was all semantics.
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