An idea I've had for years, but have only just got round to writing: I will eventually upload it to the Fanfiction site, when it's completed (after about another Microsoft Word page or two), and perfected. (And assuming I can remember my Fanfiction password, hahaha!
) But please, guys, tell me what you think so far....Writing just a short fanfiction feels like hard work; and to think I once dreamed of being the next Jacqueline Wilson! Anyway, here goes:
The concert was about to begin: the Great Kate was to perform all her classic hits, plus material from her new album. “Ooh goody goody!” gurgled an enthusiastic audience-member, who had taken a Zeaf from Mars in order to attend. Granted, he had an ulterior motive: if he didn’t feel too tired after the show, he would try to waylay Miss Kestrel, and force her to show him the location of the Terrahawks’ stinking lair....But for now, he thought, he’d just relax and enjoy the gig.
Kate was on top form that night; and she looked her most exquisite. In between each song Stu Dapples handed her a different wig (longer than her usual ones), to change. So she sported waist-length ringlets of ever-differing hues: a soft rose-pink, then sky-blue, then pale lilac, followed by a stunning white-blonde, then shimmering turquoise....Yung-Star gawped; maybe not ALL Earthlings were ugly idiots! He became aware of exciting sensations in his chest, and in his groin, that he had never experienced before. He drooled, and this time it was not from hunger. He whooped and applauded with the rest of the audience; and he rocked exuberantly in his chair when Kate sang Responsible, and Silver Blue Roller. As she crooned Be My Star Tonight, he vowed that he would soon have her warbling “Be my YUNG-Star tonight!” He asked himself, “And why not? I’m much more handsome than any of the other men here!”
So Yung-Star did pursue Kate to her waiting car, Hudson; but all evil intentions had fled his mind. When he approached her, she initially groaned “Oh no, not you!” She’d had a most successful but exhausting night, and she really couldn’t cope with trouble from Zelda’s clan at that moment. Yung-Star beseeched her, “Please listen, Kate Kestrel, I mean you no harm! I think I’ve fallen in love with you!” She snorted “Yeah, right! I’m not going to fall into your trap. Now go away!” “Please! Your face is as gorgeous as your voice!” As she looked up at him, she realised that he was sincere: maybe the bad boy was reformed; and, now that he was no longer a danger, she acknowledged that he was rather cute, in a very unconventional way. Of course she was no stranger to male admiration, but somehow Yung-Star touched her heart in a way that none of her other fans had hitherto achieved.
She opened Hudson’s door, and invited Yung-Star inside. She conceded that it still wouldn’t be wise to bring him to Hawknest, so she ordered Hudson to her own grand abode. During the journey, Hudson attempted to make polite conversation, but then he realised that he wasn’t going to get many replies, as his two occupants were too busy kissing.
Yung-Star was overwhelmed by the size and opulence of Kate’s house: he exclaimed “Ooh!” at everything, from the elaborate K in each gate, to the ornate shiny gold-tiled bathroom. As Kate removed her wig, Yung-Star remarked, “I’m glad you’re not bald underneath your wig, like Cy-Star!” Kate giggled, “You’re so sweet!” She pondered whether she should grow her real hair long; if she did, then she would really be “the Diana Ross of the 21st century,” as the tabloids had dubbed her. Thinking how horrified her friends and Yung-Star’s family would be if they knew about the new love affair, she wryly declared out loud “Well, you & I are set to be the Romeo & Juliet of the 21st century!” Yung-Star replied “The what? I don’t understand!” Kate chuckled, “Bless you, it doesn’t matter!” He asked “Where am I going to sleep?” Kate, now cosy in bed, patted the duvet, calling, “Here! There’s room enough for two!”