ficlet request #5
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schmericaThis is the last of the ones I promised to do, now. I'll probably do the rest, but I'm not sure how long it will take for those -- the Sports Night and Pirates ones, especially, as I'm having some dialogue issues and don't have access to the source material at the moment.
I only actually used on of the words Fox gave me, but as she doesn't mind, I recommend you don't worry about it either.
*****
Amy/Laynie, Everwood
or
Torrance/Missy, Bring it On.
Words: cauliflower; indemnification; platonic ideal
The worst part was that Torrance hadn't even seen it coming. She'd been going on totally oblivious this whole time, not even knowing anything was wrong. She had even sent a package out to him at college just a couple days ago, cookies and a letter and a cute stuffed monkey she thought he'd like. She'd been utterly clue-deprived.
"I'm so *stupid*," Torrance moaned. She let herself flop back down on the bed and bury her head in Missy's pillow.
"You are so not stupid it's not even funny, Torr," Missy said. Torrance could feel her sit down on the other side of the bed. "None of this is your fault. My brother's just an asshole."
Torrance turned onto her side to face Missy, hugging her arms close around her stomach. "No, he's not." She sniffled. "I mean, it's not Cliff's fault he wasn't happy. Or that he liked her better."
"Anybody who can even give Miss Indie Rock New England a second *glance* while he has you is an asshole. Trust me." Missy gave her a look. "He's an idiot."
Torrance was still feeling sniffly, but she couldn't help smiling a little anyway. "Thanks, Missy."
"That's what buds are for," Missy said. She lay down, stretching out on her side to face Torrance. "You gotta go home for supper?"
Torrance rolled her eyes. "I really don't think I'm up for cauliflower and liver tonight. Not to mention, ugh, Justin."
"Well, I'm pleased to say I happen to be equipped with a full array of any chocolate, ice cream, and junk food we might need tonight," Missy said. "One things the parents *do* manage to provide is a full pantry."
Torrance smiled faintly again. "That really sounds great. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Missy sat up and stretched her arms behind her head. "If you say that now, just wait till we get to the gay porn."
"Gay porn?" Torrance sat up, too, crossing her legs indian-style.
"That's step two. Objectifying hot guys always helps." She grinned at Torrance a little wickedly.
Torrance wrinkled her nose. "Isn't that a little weird?"
Missy shrugged. "Does it matter?"
Torrance thought about that. Missy always seemed to feel that way, no matter what the topic was. She just did what she wanted.
Following her own instincts had led to this, to crying on Missy's bed while Cliff was making out with some other girl across the country. But it was still better than if she had given up the squad, or stayed with Aaron, or not just gone for what she *knew* she wanted.
"I guess not."
She watched Missy carefully as Missy stood up from the bed. Missy really was a kickass friend. She was smart, and funny, and pretty, and Torrance could talk to her better than she could to anybody. And Missy was always, always there for her.
She followed Missy down the hall into the kitchen, still thinking. She was thinking maybe Missy was wrong, anyway. Objectifying hot guys wasn't the right next step. Torrance was starting to come to the conclusion that the next step might not involve guys at all.
Missy glanced back at her. "Hey, Torr. You're being quiet -- you sure you're okay?"
"Actually," Torrance said, "I think I am. I really, really am." She stepped forward to walk even with Missy, and reached out to catch her hand.
Missy gave a weird look, but she squeezed Torrance's hand back, and they walked on to the chocolate.
I only actually used on of the words Fox gave me, but as she doesn't mind, I recommend you don't worry about it either.
*****
Amy/Laynie, Everwood
or
Torrance/Missy, Bring it On.
Words: cauliflower; indemnification; platonic ideal
The worst part was that Torrance hadn't even seen it coming. She'd been going on totally oblivious this whole time, not even knowing anything was wrong. She had even sent a package out to him at college just a couple days ago, cookies and a letter and a cute stuffed monkey she thought he'd like. She'd been utterly clue-deprived.
"I'm so *stupid*," Torrance moaned. She let herself flop back down on the bed and bury her head in Missy's pillow.
"You are so not stupid it's not even funny, Torr," Missy said. Torrance could feel her sit down on the other side of the bed. "None of this is your fault. My brother's just an asshole."
Torrance turned onto her side to face Missy, hugging her arms close around her stomach. "No, he's not." She sniffled. "I mean, it's not Cliff's fault he wasn't happy. Or that he liked her better."
"Anybody who can even give Miss Indie Rock New England a second *glance* while he has you is an asshole. Trust me." Missy gave her a look. "He's an idiot."
Torrance was still feeling sniffly, but she couldn't help smiling a little anyway. "Thanks, Missy."
"That's what buds are for," Missy said. She lay down, stretching out on her side to face Torrance. "You gotta go home for supper?"
Torrance rolled her eyes. "I really don't think I'm up for cauliflower and liver tonight. Not to mention, ugh, Justin."
"Well, I'm pleased to say I happen to be equipped with a full array of any chocolate, ice cream, and junk food we might need tonight," Missy said. "One things the parents *do* manage to provide is a full pantry."
Torrance smiled faintly again. "That really sounds great. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Missy sat up and stretched her arms behind her head. "If you say that now, just wait till we get to the gay porn."
"Gay porn?" Torrance sat up, too, crossing her legs indian-style.
"That's step two. Objectifying hot guys always helps." She grinned at Torrance a little wickedly.
Torrance wrinkled her nose. "Isn't that a little weird?"
Missy shrugged. "Does it matter?"
Torrance thought about that. Missy always seemed to feel that way, no matter what the topic was. She just did what she wanted.
Following her own instincts had led to this, to crying on Missy's bed while Cliff was making out with some other girl across the country. But it was still better than if she had given up the squad, or stayed with Aaron, or not just gone for what she *knew* she wanted.
"I guess not."
She watched Missy carefully as Missy stood up from the bed. Missy really was a kickass friend. She was smart, and funny, and pretty, and Torrance could talk to her better than she could to anybody. And Missy was always, always there for her.
She followed Missy down the hall into the kitchen, still thinking. She was thinking maybe Missy was wrong, anyway. Objectifying hot guys wasn't the right next step. Torrance was starting to come to the conclusion that the next step might not involve guys at all.
Missy glanced back at her. "Hey, Torr. You're being quiet -- you sure you're okay?"
"Actually," Torrance said, "I think I am. I really, really am." She stepped forward to walk even with Missy, and reached out to catch her hand.
Missy gave a weird look, but she squeezed Torrance's hand back, and they walked on to the chocolate.
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16/10/03 09:59 (UTC)Did you use any of the words besides cauliflower?
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16/10/03 16:21 (UTC)Thanks, mel!