Repercussions
by Salamander
Notes: I have the problem in school where no one will listen to me. So part of this fic is true. Not all of it has been falsified. And I do think Bobby's straight.
Sal sighed deeply and slouched further into her chair. What was she going to do?
Someone walked through the door, and Sal thought it was the guidance councilor. She almost hoped it was so that her torture would take less time. Instead of it ending, it got worse.
Jubilee flopped down in the seat next to her. "Whatcha doin' here?"
Sal gave Jubilee the evil eye. "Leave me alone. Ya got me into enough trouble."
"Whatcha mean?"
Sal sighed and looked down. "I'm here 'cause someone in physics heard me talkin' to ya."
"Oh." Jubilee nodded, fully understanding. "So . . . they think ya have an imaganiary buddy, eh?"
Sal frowned. "Yeah. Somethin' like that."
Jubilee shrugged. "Don't ya have that problem where people don't listen to ya when ya talk?"
"'Course! I get that all the time."
"Well, why don't ya just use that excuse? Ya can say that ya were sayin' somethin' concernin' physics. And that nobody was listenin' to ya."
Sal sighed deeply. "I can't!"
"Why?" Jubilee was really curious.
Sal mumbled something Jubilee couldn't hear.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you." Jubilee raised an eyebrow.
Sal pouted. "We were talkin' about Bobby's sexuality!"
Jubilee burst into laughter. "No way! That's the conversation they heard???"
"Oh yeah! Laugh it up! I'm the one who's gonna wind up in a mental institution!"
Jubilee only laughed harder. "And all this 'cause . . . 'cause . . . ya were tryin' to convince me that . . . Bobby's straight!!!"
"Shut up and leave me alone!"
Jubilee wiped some tears from her eyes. "Sorry . . . hehehe . . . I couldn't help it."
"What am I gonna do?"
"Plead momentary insanity!" Jubilee began to laugh again.
"Oh yeah! Like that's gonna do me any good!"
Jubilee calmed down after a few moments. "Sorry. Really."
"Seriously, what am I gonna do?"
Jubilee shrugged and frowned a bit. "I have no idea. Blamin' it on drugs would put ya further into trouble. If ya say ya saw someone, then they'll think ya're insane. Sayin' ya have an imaginary friend pr'bly wouldn't help, either. 'Course, people are always sayin' how weird ya are. Maybe the imaginary friend tactic would work."
"Wait!" Sal sat up straight. "People say I'm weird? Always???"
" . . . Well, . . . not always. . . . And it isn't everyone." Jubilee tried to smile.
Sal let out a disgusted breath. "I'm screwed."
Jubilee nodded. "I'd be obligated to agree with ya."
Sal gave her a strange look. "Where'd that come from??"
"Wolvie."
"Oh. Okay." Sal's face lit up. "Wolvie!"
"Huh?"
"What would he do in this situation??"
"Cave everyone's face in."
Sal sank down into her chair again. "Oh. -- "
"No! That's not true! He wouldn't be in this situation."
Sal started to look around the office, searching.
Jubilee started to look around, too. "Whatcha lookin' for?"
"Somethin' sharp and pointy to hurt ya with."
Jubilee took several moments to think about that. "Ya wouldn't be able to hurt me. I'm not real, remember?"
"Oh yeah! Think hard when it's you who's not in trouble!"
Jubilee sighed and shook her head. Sal wasn't thinking straight. That wasn't good. She was barely able to hold an ordinary conversation with people on a normal basis. With something like this bothering her, Jubilee doubted Sal would be able to say anything coherent to her guidance councilor.
Jubilee wished she could reach out and touch Sal. Maybe a comforting hand on her shoulder would help. "Calm down. It won't be that bad."
Sal was looking down in depression. "I'll have to go to the psychiatrist. Get myself analyzed. They'll find me incompetent. And nuts. And stick me in the nuthouse."
"No. That won't happen." Jubilee began to feel sorry for Sal. It was partially her fault that Sal was in this situation, and Sal was really nervous about what was going to happen. Jubilee could tell that easily. "Really. Everythin' will be alright."
"No it won't. They're gonna lock me up!"
"I'll help ya out of this situation."
Sal snorted. "Oh? Really? How are ya gonna do that? Ya're not real!"
Jubilee nodded. "I know. But that'll help us."
"Huh?" Sal was listening now.
"It's obvious ya ain't . . . thinkin' clearly. I'll tell ya what to say and stuff. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. Ya just gotta say what I say to."
"Really? Ya're gonna get met outta this??"
"Yeah! 'Course! It is partially my fault this happened, after all."
Sal sat up just a bit straighter. "Thanks, Jubes." She seemed a little less nervous.
Jubilee was happy that Sal was looking better. They were actually pretty close. They both thought it was unfair that they couldn't do a lot of things together. For instance, they couldn't go bowling or play video games together. Jubilee wasn't real. Sal wrote a lot of stories about Jubilee, and some of them were actually okay. Jubilee couldn't really do anything that cool for Sal. That's why she felt really great whenever she could help Sal feel better.
Jubilee smiled and shrugged. "No prob, Sal."
"What should my excuse be?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen yar guidance councilor yet. Let me see her and how she talks before I tell ya somethin'."
"Cool. Sounds like a plan. -- "
"Sal?"
Jubilee and Sal got rigid and looked to the door at the same time. It was Sal's guidance councilor. At the door. With a very confused and somewhat sad look on her face.
Sal tried to smile. Jubilee leaned closer to her and whispered to her as if she could be heard by someone. "Tell her hi."
Sal nodded. " . . . hi . . . "
The councilor sat down in her desk after a few moments. "May I ask you something?" She went on without letting Sal answer. "Who have you been talking to for the past ten minutes?"
Sal and Jubilee looked at her in horror. Sal shrugged. " . . . no one . . . "
The women in front of them shook her head. "I've been listening at the door the whole time."
Jubilee shook her head in disbelief and turned to Sal. "I'm sorry. There's nothin' I can do. You are screwed."
Sal slunk back down into her chair. "Oh God . . . "
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