Fanfictions Generally Have Cruddy Names and I Can't Think of What to Name Mine so Until I Have a Title (if I Ever Do) This Will be It (by Fall Out Boy) (Part 2)

HOW HAS IT BEEN A WEEK ALREADY I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE YOU WAIT THIS LONG I AM SO SORRY LOVES.

But anyway. Here's part 2. There will probably end up being a final third part that's just a collection of little moments of them together and stuff.

I hope you enjoy!

“I met a girl at Art Club yesterday,” Fel told her twin conversationally as they stood and waited for the bus.

Rebecca frowned and shifted her tired, stiff legs in the chilled morning air. It was as if Jack Frost’s hand had grabbed the back of her neck and her arms and all over and was squeezing, squeezing the cold into her skin, straight to the bones, where it was impossible to warm. She began shifting her backpack around on her back. The shoulder movement would help warm her muscles. “Who?”

“Her name’s Alaina.”

Rebecca frowned even more so. Where had she heard that name? God, she hated when this happened. Such an bloody nuisance.

“She said your locker is next to hers,” added Fel, watching her twin’s expression slyly.

Ohhhh, that was where.

Rebecca shrugged. “And? If you’re looking for advice on how to open your locker, she definitely wouldn’t help, as her bright idea of how to do it is to slam yourself against it as hard as possible.”

“REBE-CCA!” a high, shrill voice pierced through the air. “Cecile threw a rock at me!”

“No, Jane, I didn’t,” replied the dark-skinned girl in question, who was sitting quietly on the curb with Kirsten, pouring over a Tolkien book with her back to the offended.

“Yes you did!” Jane screeched.

“Jane,” snapped Rebecca irritably, “shut up or I’ll tell mom about the one time you snuck out of the house to buy makeup.”

That shut Jane up, although she looked none to happy about it and gave Rebecca death looks from under the shadow of her sparkly beret.

After a long silence, Fel continued to Rebecca, “I think she’s nice.”

“Humph,” said Rebecca, who really wanted to say “and I think she’s an idiot” but didn’t want to hurt her twin’s feelings.

The whir of the looming yellow bus’s engine and the sound of its tires against the gravel road began to come within hearing. Within a few seconds, it was ambling around the corner. As it rolled up in front of the six girls, Fel added, “She’s bi, too, you know,” and skipped onto the bus ahead of her sisters.

It took Rebecca a moment to figure out what she meant.

“FEL!”

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The more Rebecca tried not to think about Alaina to prove to herself that Fel was being stupid and they would most certainly not be a “cute couple” or whatever just made her think about Alaina more. She refused to stare at the back of the caramel-colored head during social studies class, and she most definitely refused to think about how Alaina always seemed to smell faintly of apple cider and chilly fall days.

And how she always seemed to know the answer, and her hand would shoot up into the air before the teacher was finished speaking, and her eyes would sparkle with excitement.

And how soft the little strip of skin between her crop tops and short shorts always looked.

And how great of an artist she was.

And how her smile always seemed to light up a room and give Rebecca a pleasantly fluttering feeling in her stomach.

And how she would throw back her head when she laughed and those beautiful caramel layers would tumble down her back in the most ethereal of ways.

And how unconsciously seductive she always looked lounging back in her chair like that and oh God.

But, Rebecca decided to herself one day as she just managed to tear her eyes away from the back of Alaina’s head before the redhead turned around, she most definitely did not have a crush on Alaina.

Nope.

No siree.

Not her.

Not Rebecca.

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It was a few weeks later and Rebecca, face flushed with the chill of October, cheeks cherry red and fingers stiff, trotted inside from watching Caden and Jeremy and some other of her friends practice football. After school, the halls were quiet, eerily quiet, and the scriff-scraff of her tennis shoes on the carpeted floor was all she could hear. 

Until….

“You little FAG!”

There was a sickening scream and the sound of a body being slammed against a metal locker.

Rebecca didn’t even think. Subconscious adrenaline took over and somehow she was flying, flying through the empty hallways, rage burning a hole in her chest. She skidded around a corner in time to see Alaina being shoved against a locker and shrieking again.

“Why don’t you just go kiss a-“ one of the bullies was snarling, grabbing the neckline of the redhead’s crop top. His companion saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, whirled around, and paled several shades when he saw Rebecca, standing there with heavy, angry breathing and then advancing slowly, gradually speeding up. 

He began frantically jabbing his friend in the arm to get his attention. Rebecca had a Reputation around school - she had the build of a football player, with the strength of one and the temper of a bull with a red flag being permanently waved in front of her face. Besides hanging out almost exclusively with the football players, she had been known to beat bloody people who ticked her off. 

“What?” snapped the first bully, still holding onto Aleuna’s crop. He turned and saw Rebecca and felt his heart drop down to his toes. “It-“ he began, but Rebecca was already on his friend. He tried to duck away, but she blocked him easily and slammed him back against a locker, his breath knocked out of them and chest locked tight. She held his neck in place and delivered one, two, three blows to his face, his head slamming back against the locker each time, blood drizzling out of the corner of his mouth and a white tooth dropping to the ground. Muscles burning, heart pumping liquid fire she hurled him away, then turned and punched the other one square in the jaw, delivering a solid blow to the side of his face - which made him reel back, dizzy, and stumbling over his feet. Eyes narrowed, pinpoints of flame she gave him one last blow, and he yelped and turned and ran as fast as his legs (which was not very fast, considering the dizziness he was enduring) could carry him away. Breath still rugged, adrenaline pumping, Rebecca turned sharply to finish off the other one - but he had long gone. She just stood there for a few seconds, trying to let her heart slow down and adrenaline drain away, when she remembered the beautiful redhead beside her.

She whirled around quickly to see Alaina straightening out her kimono and wiping her fringe out of her eyes. After being apparently satisfied, the artist turned to Rebecca and smiled. Rebecca instantly felt her muscles, so hard and tense before, turn to jelly and her insides fill up with sunshine. “Thank you,” Alaina said.

“You’re welcome,” Rebecca nodded, and suddenly they were very aware of each other’s presence.

Rebecca swallowed. “I’m ga-“

“I know,” replied Alaina breathily.

Good thing there was a bathroom right there, or people might have come upon them in the halls and that could have been awkward.*

Rebecca didn’t really know what she was doing because she had never kissed anyone before** and she was half-scared she was doing it wrong, but Alaina seemed to know what she was doing (thank God for that) and somehow it turned out all right. The redhead guided the brunette’s hands to her waist and showed her how to map out the soft curves of Alaina’s body and how to press their mouths together in the most pleasurable and thrilling of ways. Rebecca thought she accidentally made it a bit overly wet and teethy at first, but Alaina soon remedied that and soon all there was was a thrilling sensation of sweetness. Rebecca laced her fingers through the soft caramel layers and Alaina stood on her tip-toes and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s neck as their hot, quick breaths panted into each other in the dingy corner of a bathroom stall.

I mean I've never actually written a romantic scene before (WHAT ELLIE yes I know all the romance in my stories seems to be unrequited like idk if I've ever even had two people kiss) so I think for my first time (and for never even having hugged anyone in a romantic way before myself) it didn't turn out that badly. I did borrow somewhat from The Magic of Deduction, though (which is the best Johnlock fanfic in the entire world (yes even better than Alone on the Water) and if you haven't read it you need to go read it. Like now.).

So yeah. I hope you enjoyed, and have a lovely night. :)

Namarië,
Ellie

*Especially if it was Fel, who would have been so overjoyed she would have started screeching about it for the people in Thailand to hear. 

**Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. There was this one time she had kissed Philip Eckerman in seventh grade, but that had been the result of a stupid kissing game at a party. So she figured it didn’t count.

16 comments:

  1. I may have just squealed and stopped breathing and possibly died but it wAS SO WORTH IT.
    For someone who claims not to write romance scenes; you're insanely good at it. Like wow. I need a second to calm myself.
    I MUST HAVE PART THREE SOON OR ILL EXPLODE ELLIE.
    xo Adi

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    1. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE. YOU KNOW WHEN PEOPLE JUST SIT THERE WITH A GRIN SPLITTING THEIR FACE AND CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO SAY BECAUSE THEY'RE SO EXCITED AND FLOORED THEY JUST CANT. WELL THATS ME RIGHT NOW.

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  2. OH
    MY
    GOD.

    ELLIE IM LEGITIMATELY CRYING. THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND ADORABLE AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.

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    1. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOU JUST MADE MY DAY.

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  3. THIS IS SO CUTE IM CRYING. I SHIP IT.

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  4. ELLIE! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!
    I have lost all my words because this is so freakin' amazing.
    The love scene was perfect. (I usually avoid them... I haven't tried to write one as I will fail miserably.)
    I can't wait for part 3!

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    1. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE.
      Phew, I'm glad it did okay.
      You'd probably be good at them. You're good at capturing emotion.

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  5. That. Was. So. Cute. I. Don't. Know. How. To. React. To. That. Much. Cuteness. Because. It. Was. SOOOOOOO great. Like seriously that was adorable!!! I love it so much!

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    1. THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING I DON'T KNOW HOW TO REACT TO THAT MUCH SWEETNESS.

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  6. Idk what I'm really supposed to do besides giggle. CUTENESS.

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    1. Sometimes random strings of words or bits of skewed song lyrics float through my head. Last night, it was "lizard mafia"
      When I was reading this, my brain decided it wanted to sing "hey, I just met you- and this is crazy! Let's punch some bullies, so snog me maybe!"

      ...

      I let Schmidt drive the bus a little bit.

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    2. SAME THOUGH. Last Friday in math class I couldn't stop hearing the chorus of "Kill the Lights" by Set it Off in my head.
      Hah, that's actually pretty awesome :) although I get the feeling Alaina would swing one punch and either a) miss horribly or b) break her own hand.
      And then Rebeca would tend it and it would be ALLLLL THE FEEEEEEEELSSSSS.
      That is okay. Moderate amounts of Schmidt are allowed. As long as he doesn't own the bus.

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    3. And the worst bit of having something stuck in your head is if it's an annoying pop song they force you to listen to in PE last year and you don't know the words but the chorus is there, playing over and over and over.

      Stuck songs are much easier to tolerate when you actually like the song. Foo Fighters songs are generally good.

      OOOOHHH MYYYY GOOOD FEELS YES.
      *rocks back and forth in corner, thinking of damaged hands and gentle kisses and probably some band aids, idk* *inane giggles*

      Ok. My mom was an elementary school writing teacher for most of my young life, and to the little grades she would always read the pigeon books, which, if you have read them, you know consist of the pigeon wanting to do something he shouldn't. And the most notable phrase in all the books is DONT LET THE PIGEON DRIVE THE BUS!!!! (As a k-3rd grader I koved shouting that with my class.) and anyway, I consider Schmidt like the pigeon and DONT LET SCHMIDT DRIVE THE BUS! Idk why that was an important part of this conversation.

      I know a lot of people who let Schmidt take over the bus.

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    4. OH MY GOD I HATE THAT and then you start singing the words under your breath without realizing it and people think you actually like the songs.
      I love stuck songs when they're songs I like. Just One Yesterday could be stuck in my head all day and I would't really care.
      OH MY GOD YOU JUST GAVE ME FEELS BACK.
      Sooooooo many people.

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