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storypaint) wrote2009-12-20 08:51 pm
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A George Michael Christmas (George Michael gen)
Title: A George Michael Christmas
Fandom: Arrested Development/Glee
Length: 537 words
Prompt: George Michael meets Rachel for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tyy_tad
Pairing: George Michael and Glee cast gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: George Michael had been working at the Christmas tree lot for three days when the girl stormed in, bright and cheerful in a somewhat ferocious way, and he forgot which end of a tree was up. Not the best idea in a job like his.
George Michael had been working at the Christmas tree lot for three days when the girl stormed in, bright and cheerful in a somewhat ferocious way, and he forgot which end of a tree was up. Not the best idea in a job like his.
"I don't think you're holding it right. Is that some sort of special Christmas tree salesman trick to make it look bigger?"
"Ah. Um," George Michael said, twisting painfully to set the tree upright. She smiled, revealing many straight white teeth, and he wondered for a moment why he was reminded of a shark before she'd grabbed his arm and dragged him forcefully out into the lot and away from the entrance.
"I need something special. Really special this year. Can you help me out--" She leaned down close to him and he resisted the urge to back away, but she was only reading his nametag. "George Michael?"
"Ah. Um," he said again. She smiled at him and her brown eyes were so very huge.
"Rachel, where did you go?" someone called out, and the girl turned. George Michael did as well, feeling rescued. At least, until he saw the person who was looking for her. He was a giant. Well, not a real giant. But this boy was huge, football-player-size, and he looked a little confused.
"I thought we were going to pick a tree together," the giant said. George Michael sighed in relief. So the crazy chick wasn't hitting on him. This is good.
"Mhmm. If you dragged us all the way out here, it better be a good tree, too!" someone else added, and a black girl came trailing after the tall boy, looking with distaste at Rachel. Following after her was a boy in a white hat who rather looked like an elf, an Asian girl, and there were more of them crowded behind her. George Michael was beginning to feel overwhelmed.
"George Michael will help us!" Rachel announced.
Perhaps distrusting George Michael's confused expression, the sullen-looking boy in the mohawk asked, "What do you know about Christmas trees?"
"I'm from California," George Michael admitted before he could stop himself.
"You came here from there?" one of the other girls asked in disbelief or distaste, her arms crossed over her protruding stomach.
"Yeah, well, my father and I... the family..." George Michael began to mumble.
"We have Cheerios practice at four," the Hispanic girl interrupted, cleaning out her nails. "Let's just get a tree for the Glee classroom and go. This is lame."
"Okay, okay," the giant said. He looked down at George Michael. "Thanks for your help." He waved a hand and the whole troop of them wandered further down the lot. The Asian girl was taking camera photos of the trees as she went, apparently sending them to someone who couldn't be there with them. George Michael watched them go with bemusement.
"I should join a club," he muttered, and then went back to shaking out trees, until his dad called and said that Grandma had broken out of jail again. He didn't have much time to think about Glee after that.
Fandom: Arrested Development/Glee
Length: 537 words
Prompt: George Michael meets Rachel for
tyy_tadPairing: George Michael and Glee cast gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: George Michael had been working at the Christmas tree lot for three days when the girl stormed in, bright and cheerful in a somewhat ferocious way, and he forgot which end of a tree was up. Not the best idea in a job like his.
George Michael had been working at the Christmas tree lot for three days when the girl stormed in, bright and cheerful in a somewhat ferocious way, and he forgot which end of a tree was up. Not the best idea in a job like his.
"I don't think you're holding it right. Is that some sort of special Christmas tree salesman trick to make it look bigger?"
"Ah. Um," George Michael said, twisting painfully to set the tree upright. She smiled, revealing many straight white teeth, and he wondered for a moment why he was reminded of a shark before she'd grabbed his arm and dragged him forcefully out into the lot and away from the entrance.
"I need something special. Really special this year. Can you help me out--" She leaned down close to him and he resisted the urge to back away, but she was only reading his nametag. "George Michael?"
"Ah. Um," he said again. She smiled at him and her brown eyes were so very huge.
"Rachel, where did you go?" someone called out, and the girl turned. George Michael did as well, feeling rescued. At least, until he saw the person who was looking for her. He was a giant. Well, not a real giant. But this boy was huge, football-player-size, and he looked a little confused.
"I thought we were going to pick a tree together," the giant said. George Michael sighed in relief. So the crazy chick wasn't hitting on him. This is good.
"Mhmm. If you dragged us all the way out here, it better be a good tree, too!" someone else added, and a black girl came trailing after the tall boy, looking with distaste at Rachel. Following after her was a boy in a white hat who rather looked like an elf, an Asian girl, and there were more of them crowded behind her. George Michael was beginning to feel overwhelmed.
"George Michael will help us!" Rachel announced.
Perhaps distrusting George Michael's confused expression, the sullen-looking boy in the mohawk asked, "What do you know about Christmas trees?"
"I'm from California," George Michael admitted before he could stop himself.
"You came here from there?" one of the other girls asked in disbelief or distaste, her arms crossed over her protruding stomach.
"Yeah, well, my father and I... the family..." George Michael began to mumble.
"We have Cheerios practice at four," the Hispanic girl interrupted, cleaning out her nails. "Let's just get a tree for the Glee classroom and go. This is lame."
"Okay, okay," the giant said. He looked down at George Michael. "Thanks for your help." He waved a hand and the whole troop of them wandered further down the lot. The Asian girl was taking camera photos of the trees as she went, apparently sending them to someone who couldn't be there with them. George Michael watched them go with bemusement.
"I should join a club," he muttered, and then went back to shaking out trees, until his dad called and said that Grandma had broken out of jail again. He didn't have much time to think about Glee after that.
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But the "mhmm" and it turned out to be the BBW made me laugh.
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That's not supposed to be humorous racism or anything. That's just... Mercedes idk.
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