She grinned and set the basket down.

He smiled.

(Wanna FF to when she's, I dunno, legal?)

(I want her five damnit but ok.)

Maggie, on her last day of school, hurried out of the schoolhouse and tittered with her friends.

"Aren't you walking with us?" one asked. Maggie shook her head.

"I'm getting picked up."

Greg pulled up beside her.

Maggie grinned and climbed up into the buggy.

"Bye!" she shouted, waving to her friends.

"What now Mags?"

She sighed with a happy smile.

"You could take me into the temples of Persia to dine with Sheherazhad for all I care." she said whimsically. "I never have to go to school again!"

He leaned against her.

She grinned and put her hand on his.

"Take me wherever you'd like." she said earnestly.

He lead the cart aimlessly around town, toward the contryside.

(Anna, Kate, Ally Kath :)

(Ally & Kath are done :D)

Maggie began to contemplate her future. She was nineteen years old, on the cusp of womanhood, and found it rather depressing that she had not yet run into anything like the girls in her novels did. No pirates, no dashing highwaymen, no cowboys or goldseekers. Just the young college-bound Harris boys and Greg.

She turned to look at him.

"Now, you must help me decide something." she decreed. "And it is very, very important."

He looked at her. "Yes?"

(Why is she with him? I picture him as a 19th century nerd.)

(OMG it's weasel :P Well, she's a book geek. The two usually fit well.)

"What should I do now?" she asked, "I have no intention of spending my days doing needlework and taking care of old women and babies."

"You're smart enough to teach like Lilly. You could write! To think I know America's Jane Auston."

Mags smirked.

"I'm certainly not America's Jane Austen." she said. "It would be insulting to her to call me that."

He laughed.

She sighed.

"Well, I don't want to teach. I'm not good with children."

"You are a good writer," he inisted.

"I sent in one novel already. I still haven't heard back." she replied, looking at him. "If I don't hear back soon, my career will be over and I shall never write another book again."

"Then you just send it to someone else," he asured

She looked off over the fields.

"I suppose I just want to leave." she said sadly. "Get out of this silly place. Nothing exciting ever happens here."

"I am," he smiled.

She laughed.

"You're only as exciting as the poetry you write."

He pushed her playfully with a smirk. "That must mean I am the most thrilling man in town."

"You must be hiding it from me." she grinned. "All I've ever seen you write are most depressing and lamentable tales of woe."

He laughed and kissed her cheek.

She blushed and giggled.

"Oh, Greg." she said with a sigh. "Someday you'll meet this beautiful young lady with blonde hair and grey eyes in a lace dress, and start courting her. Then I shall be left all alone and have no one save my cats and my writing. And you will be the happiest man alive."

"But I am that already Maggie."

(The cheese is so thick you can spay

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