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Variations on a theme (R/NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…I sense smut
forthcoming, lol… This was written for that
challengey thing on Nutter’s board—“revive the muses!” It was suggested by Scribbler…
I had been
watching her for over a year before she even noticed me. She was lithe and beautiful even though she
thought she was some hideous freak. She
had the prettiest hair, curly and brown and red and every color in
between. I loved sitting outside with
her because then I could see the sun shine on all the colors, making it look
like some precious metal or jewel. She
caught me staring once and I had to lie, say that I had just been thinking
about lunch or something. I don’t think
she believed me. I think that was the
first time she noticed I might be human.
We went to school together, did homework together, played Jamie’s video
games together… I think the fact we
were two of the youngest at the Institute had something to do with how much we
hung out. Something about needed to
have a friend who wasn’t always reminding you that you hadn’t been where they
had yet, that you weren’t old enough to do this or that. She didn’t care that I couldn’t drive then
or that we couldn’t go to the junior prom or whatever the Hell Kitty and Jean
got to do. We just…were.
She gave me
my first broken heart. “Do you think
Bobby might fancy me?”
My
oh-so-suave response? “Huh?”
“Bobby. He and Kitty aren’t together any more and
he’s been talking to me a lot lately. Think he might fancy me?”
She was
eating an egg salad sandwich, drinking a pop, and ripping my heart out all in a
few moments. “Do you want him to?”
“:I don’t
know. Might be nice, having a blofancfancy me. Someone other than
Jamie. He’s sweet and all, don’t get me
wrong,” she said in a rush, like I was going to be insulted that Jamie might
like her. He had a crush on a new girl
every week, and he recycled, too. Once
he ran down the list, he started at the top again. What’s that saying? Hope
springs eternal?”
“Well,” I
said like I didn’t care, “I could ask him…”
“Would
you? Please?”
She was too
eager. “Sure,” I said, very proud that
she couldn’t hear how bad I wanted to scream right then, “I’ll ask.” I hadn’t decided if I were lying or
not. I avoided her for three days. Three days I lived without hearing her laugh
at a joke, seeing her frown over a math problem too hard for either one of us,
tucking her hair behind her ears when it escaped those ridiculously cute pig
tails, without…her. Three days and then
she found me.
“Did you
ask yet?” she demanded. Demanded, like it was her life’s blood or something.
“Uh…” I hadn’t.
I couldn’t.
“Why
not?”
“I’ve been
busy…”
“Damn
it…” She didn’t sound mad at me. Just…annoyed. “I suppose I could ask him myself…”
It was
insane, but I couldn’t let her do that. “No…No…look, wait here. I’ll go ask him now.”
She looked
confused and I don’t blame her.
“Now? But it’s ten at night…I
think he’s in bed…”
“Well…”
She smiled
then and damn if it didn’t make my heart skip like some dumb romance
novel. I wanted to make her smile like
that all the time. I don’t know when it
started but I knew it was no use fighting it.
I had to accept this. “What if
you ask him tomorrow morning? I can
listen in…”
“What if,”
I cut her off, “what if…he doesn’t?”
“Oh.” I had made her sad and I hated myself for
it. “I didn’t think of that…”
“Rahne,
you’re my…friend. I don’t want you to
get hurt. Let me ask him tonight and
I’ll let you know…”
She tugged
at the edge of her nightshirt and I tried, God how I tried, not to lick my lips
as I stared at that smooth bit of skin right above her breasts. She really does have perfect
breasts…Sorry. Train of thought
derailed. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll wait…”
“Great,” I
lied. If I smiled any harder, my face
would have cracked. “If I’m not back in
thirty minutes…um…”
“I’ll come
knock on his door with some story about needing help with homework,” she
suggested, her eyes dancing.
“Right. Good idea.”
God, I felt sick. If he liked
her, I couldn’t do anything about it. ">
She obviously liked him a lot and would be over the moon if I came back
with good news. But if he didn’t… I felt bad that I would be happy if he
didn’t like her like that, but honestly, I didn’t care. I was busy spinning some fantasy about
comforting her and…*ahem* Bobby opened
his door after the first knock. “Hey,
got a sec?”
“Yeah, come
on in. I was just trying to find a book
for St John…”
It looked
like the entire contents of three bookcases was piled on his bed and the
floor. “Guess you didn’t find it…”
“Guess
not,” he laughed. “St John’s gonna be bummed.
He really wanted to read it, too…”
“Speaking
of finding things…” Well, that
sucked. I didn’t know how to go on.
“Yeah?”
“I was
wondering if you’d found a date to homecoming yet.”
He looked
at me like I was an interesting bug he’d found on the patio. “No…”
“I mean, I
know you and Kitty were going and all, but…”
“Do you
have someone in mind?” he sort of avoided looking at me then, stacking his
books all willy nilly into the shelves, some not even facing the right
way.
“Well…” I
tasted bile. “What about Rahne?”
“Rahne?” I couldn’t tell if he were relieved or
scared or what. “Rahne Sinclair?”
“Yeah,
her!”
“No
way! So not my type…”
“What’s
wrong witr?”
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