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Title: Another Part Of Me
Author: firecausesburns
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Claudia/Stacey
Summary: "“Remember when we met each other?” she managed to say.
“Of course. First day of school last year. I dropped my notebook and you stepped on it.”
“By accident,” she reminded me. “And then we looked at each other and we were both wearing off-the-shoulder sweat shirts and high-top sneakers.”
“I couldn’t decide whether to hate you or hope you’d become my best friend,” I admitted."
(I had to do something with that. I just had to. And just to test myself a bit, I decided to try and keep it to exactly 500 words.)
I flatten myself against the wall, class schedule in hand, and try to focus on it while kids shove their way through the halls. Room 206. That'd be on the second floor. Okay, I think I know where the stairs are. Holding my books tightly to me in my free arm, I venture out into the crowd. (Why does this school seem so much bigger and busier than my school in New York did?) What's after French? I glance back down at the schedule, and in that second, I'm jostled. My notebook hits the ground, and as I stoop to pick it up, a purple high-top sneaker lands on it.
"Watch it!" I snatch the notebook from the ground as the sneaker shifts, and scramble to my feet, trying to re-balance my schedule and my books, fumbling for a few seconds as the owner of the sneaker puts out a hand. Once I've caught myself, and my stuff, I re-gather my books under my arm, and look up at the owner of the sneaker.
I notice her sweater first. Purple and white, in a patchy, paint-splattered-looking design, and off-the-shoulder. A red T-shirt underneath, with white edging on the neckline. Short purple skirt, red and white striped leggings, cropped to mid-calf. Purple push-down socks. And the sneakers. When I notice those again, I look back down at myself. Black off-the-shoulder sweater, gold tank top, black leggings, black-and-gold high-tops. She's made the look more interesting. Cooler. Hotter. Hotter?
This time, I don't look at the clothes. I look at the girl wearing them. And she looks like my opposite. She's maybe an inch shorter than I am, and her hair's as long as mine is, but silky, jet-black. Creamy skin, almond-shaped eyes, nearly as dark as her hair. And she's drop-dead gorgeous.
"S-sorry, I just - I'm new and I don't know my way - I'm..." I'm sounding pretty stupid, is what I'm doing. Chill, Stacey. "Sorry if I snapped."
"That's okay. Where are you heading?"
"French. Room 206. Am I going the right way?"
"The stairs are right around the corner."
"Thanks." I adjust my books, glance at my watch. I better hurry. "I'll see you around."
"Yeah. I'm Claudia, by the way."
"Stacey. See ya." I start to walk away, but can't help glancing back over my shoulder before I turn the corner. She's out of sight. A crazy part of me wants to follow her, talk to her, get to know her. Another equally crazy part wants to spill something on her sweater - it's babyish of me, but I'm jealous. And another part-
Room 206, and the teacher's about to close the door. I race in, take a seat near the back of the room. And I can't stop thinking about Claudia.
I want to hate her, I want to be her friend, I want her.
I want her?
...I want her.
Author: firecausesburns
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Claudia/Stacey
Summary: "“Remember when we met each other?” she managed to say.
“Of course. First day of school last year. I dropped my notebook and you stepped on it.”
“By accident,” she reminded me. “And then we looked at each other and we were both wearing off-the-shoulder sweat shirts and high-top sneakers.”
“I couldn’t decide whether to hate you or hope you’d become my best friend,” I admitted."
(I had to do something with that. I just had to. And just to test myself a bit, I decided to try and keep it to exactly 500 words.)
I flatten myself against the wall, class schedule in hand, and try to focus on it while kids shove their way through the halls. Room 206. That'd be on the second floor. Okay, I think I know where the stairs are. Holding my books tightly to me in my free arm, I venture out into the crowd. (Why does this school seem so much bigger and busier than my school in New York did?) What's after French? I glance back down at the schedule, and in that second, I'm jostled. My notebook hits the ground, and as I stoop to pick it up, a purple high-top sneaker lands on it.
"Watch it!" I snatch the notebook from the ground as the sneaker shifts, and scramble to my feet, trying to re-balance my schedule and my books, fumbling for a few seconds as the owner of the sneaker puts out a hand. Once I've caught myself, and my stuff, I re-gather my books under my arm, and look up at the owner of the sneaker.
I notice her sweater first. Purple and white, in a patchy, paint-splattered-looking design, and off-the-shoulder. A red T-shirt underneath, with white edging on the neckline. Short purple skirt, red and white striped leggings, cropped to mid-calf. Purple push-down socks. And the sneakers. When I notice those again, I look back down at myself. Black off-the-shoulder sweater, gold tank top, black leggings, black-and-gold high-tops. She's made the look more interesting. Cooler. Hotter. Hotter?
This time, I don't look at the clothes. I look at the girl wearing them. And she looks like my opposite. She's maybe an inch shorter than I am, and her hair's as long as mine is, but silky, jet-black. Creamy skin, almond-shaped eyes, nearly as dark as her hair. And she's drop-dead gorgeous.
"S-sorry, I just - I'm new and I don't know my way - I'm..." I'm sounding pretty stupid, is what I'm doing. Chill, Stacey. "Sorry if I snapped."
"That's okay. Where are you heading?"
"French. Room 206. Am I going the right way?"
"The stairs are right around the corner."
"Thanks." I adjust my books, glance at my watch. I better hurry. "I'll see you around."
"Yeah. I'm Claudia, by the way."
"Stacey. See ya." I start to walk away, but can't help glancing back over my shoulder before I turn the corner. She's out of sight. A crazy part of me wants to follow her, talk to her, get to know her. Another equally crazy part wants to spill something on her sweater - it's babyish of me, but I'm jealous. And another part-
Room 206, and the teacher's about to close the door. I race in, take a seat near the back of the room. And I can't stop thinking about Claudia.
I want to hate her, I want to be her friend, I want her.
I want her?
...I want her.