Adventures in Odyssey Fanfiction.

Welcome readers! This is where I will post my current Adventures in Odyssey fanfiction(s).

My current Adventures in Odyssey fanfiction is based on Connie and her relationships with Mitch and Jason, as well as her relationships with her friends and family. Basically, Connie is the star of the show, heh.

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Moving On.

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Authors Note: I understand this chapter is a little confusing, and a little confused. But, I promise, the next two chapters will make up for it, and make this one make more sense. I really wanted to write a chapter from Connie's perspective right after the events of Something Old, Something New. I mean, you have to give her a break. You would feel empty and confused, coming to no conclusions on how or why too, if you had just been through a mess like that. 

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 Chapter 1.

Connie’s POV.

I sat by the window for a long time that night. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I just.. Sat there. Alone with my thoughts. They buzzed around my head for quite the time, I remember. It was funny... So many years. So much time. So many nights without him there, sitting across the table from me. So many hours not passed with pointless conversations. So many laughs unheard. So many tears unshed. Where did all the time go?

I didn’t understand why I felt the way I did. Clammed up. Shaken. Beaten. Knocked down by the cruelty we know as fate. Or maybe destiny? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be freed of my misery.

It didn’t make any sense. It couldn’t make any sense. . .Could it? He was gone now. Away, happily, with his new number one. And I sat there. Alone. Empty. Sitting by a water-stained window. Whether it was stained from the rain, or my tears, I didn’t know. But it seemed to symbolize my current state. Somehow. Someway.

I questioned myself over and over. It didn’t make sense. And, yet.. It did. Perfectly. What was it that didn’t even make sense though? Why was I feeling what I was feeling? What was this feeling that I was questioning so fiercely? Jealousy? I couldn’t understand why I would be jealous. I always loved him. I missed him when he wasn’t there. I would talk to him, even when he was far away. But as life went on, we drifted so. Our own ways split between us, and we didn’t try to stop it. We just.. Accepted it.

Did I ever forget? Of course not. Did I ever stop loving him? Never. I always loved him. But there are many kinds of love. I just no longer felt the one that started it all.

So, why would I be jealous now?

I pondered that for such a while. I loved him, and only wanted him to be happy. If making him happy meant leaving me behind, I was willing to accept that. Embrace it, even. If he was happy, I was happy. And life went on. I thought about him nearly every day. Sometimes, I would feel sad. Others, incredibly happy. Why was I such I emotional rollercoaster over this? Why did I keep second guessing myself? And why did I keep asking myself these dumb questions?

I shook my head, trying to escape the thoughts that now plagued me. My breathing became shallow, and empty. Kind of like how I was feeling, deep down in my heart. There’s only one thing I could tell myself now.

Mitch is gone, Connie.

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Authors Note: Yay, another new chapter! I had a ton of fun writing the perspective of Penny Wise. And it's also fun to drop those little references here and there throughout the story. I don't have much to say, apart from that I hope you enjoy it and that you might, perhaps, review some? Please, thank you, and enjoy!

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Chapter 2.

Penny’s POV.

She sat there for the longest time. Sometimes I wondered if she was admiring her reflection in the window glass. But then I figured Connie wasn’t the kind of person to do that. Plus, the window was all smudged. She would have had better luck with the mirror in the bathroom anyways.

I felt bad for her. Guilty, even. If I hadn’t told Wooton, who told Eugene, who told Connie, who questioned Mitch, who... I lost my point. Oh yeah! If I had maybe thought things through a little more, maybe Connie wouldn’t feel like she does now. Then again, she might feel worse if I hadn’t caused her to clear things up. I dunno. Life is strange like that sometimes.

I wanted to do something for her. I wanted to make her smile the reassuring, ‘everything’s gonna be alright’ smile she always wore. It made me feel better, because it made her feel better. She smiled, sure. But it was more of a... ‘I’m okay. Just.. I wanna be alone right now’ kind of smile. And that did not make me feel good at all. I felt like she was miserable. She was miserable. Which made me miserable.

I talked to Mitch for a long time that night, before she came back. He came with a boat load of the prettiest yellow flowers I had ever seen. And, being a painter, I’ve seen a lot of pretty yellow flowers. I started to tell him that Maureen wasn’t here, but the way he smiled made me think otherwise.

He came asking for Connie. When I said she wasn’t home yet, he was a bit disappointed. I think he was hoping to talk things out in person with her, since there wasn’t much time at the party. I admired him for it. He started to leave, but I stopped him. I dunno why, but I felt like there was this entirely other “world” I was missing. If this world was something that made Connie tick, I wanted to know about it.

I was glad I asked when I did. He laughed a little, and shrugged his shoulders. And the next thing I knew, I knew it all. His story, how they met, how they fell in love. How he was “killed” and taken away to be safe, nearly destroying him because of Connie. He told me the full story on how they nearly got married, and it didn’t work out. Emoticons including (ha ha ha). But most importantly, he told me how they ended up deciding to split up after all that time. It amazed me. and stunned me. And completely threw me. And yet, I admired Connie even more. I admired Mitch. I even admired Maureen, to an extent.

It was good that they weren’t together anymore. Connie and Mitch were great people, but all wrong for each other. I know, that didn’t make the pain lessen. It had to be hard, losing everything you once knew like that. I figured she knew that she was never going to get together with him. But, it was also like, his life wasn’t supposed to go on without her. He was happy, which was good. But he was happy without her. That didn’t feel right. And now she sat by the window, wondering.

What did she do wrong?