Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl
Title: Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl Part 1/?
Rating: PG-13 for now and forever just to cover my @$$ for some of my characters swearing like sailors.
Pairing(s): Iron Maven/Babe Ruthless, past Bliss/Oliver mentions, some Eva Destruction/Rosa Sparks and some Eva/Anything with a pulse
Disclaimer: I, Jessjessbinks, being of insane mind and slightly out of shape body do so solemnly swear that I shall never claim ownership to any materials referenced or paid homage to in this work of fiction. Namely: one book Derby Girl by Shauna Cross, one movie Whip It! based on aforementioned book, one band Juliette and the Licks the real life band of one actress in the aforementioned movie, or one song Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl from which my work of fiction takes its name.
A/N: If you haven't heard the song its not all that relevant but its good.
A/N Part Deux: This fanfic is based heavily on the movie, with certain book elements thrown in for good measure (and good Roller Derby names).
A/N Part Tres: Comments, concerns, questions, and general feedback are made of win!
Bliss Cavendar, or known by her infinitely cooler Roller Derby name of Babe Ruthless, sat in her room listening to one of her many CDs blaring through the stereo. Oddly enough Oliver, better known as ____, had introduced her to Joan of Arc, the indie band not the saint who was, to Bliss, still pretty cool. Just because she broke up with ____ didn’t mean she had to shun good music.
The first Saturday of the New Year was looking as boring as most of Christmas break had been, especially without Pash. The most beautiful Arab-American bombshell in Bodeen (Read: Only Arab-American bombshell) was currently in New York City with her parents getting acquainted with the area. Pash was looking it to all the East Coast colleges while Bliss was waiting to hear from the University of Texas at Austin.
For once in her life Brooke Cavendar, someone Bliss didn’t usually want to claim as her mother, actually knocked on the door. Meeting consideration with the same Bliss turned down her music and opened the door of her bedroom. Before Bliss got a word in her mother shoved the phone at her, in a harsh whisper she asked, “Who is Sharon Howard? And why is she calling you?” Bliss simply shrugged, took the phone, and ushered her mother out.
“Hello?” Bliss asked, wondering who it was that was calling.
“Bliss Cavendar?” The voice on the phone sounded almost familiar.
“Yes?” Bliss asked, she’d never really made a study of phone etiquette.
“Bliss Cavendar.” The name rolled around on the stranger’s tongue as if tasting some delectable morsel.
“Who is this?” Bliss asked, a little weirded out.
“What? Don’t recognize my voice, Ruthless?” Then suddenly it clicked.
“Maven?!” How had Bliss not recognized the derby girl’s classic drawl? Sure Maggie Mayhem and Smashley Simpson had called her house but Maven? The tension between two of the best Jammers in the league had resolved but Bliss had never expected a call from the Holy Rollers captain. “How did you get my number?”
Now that Bliss realized that it was Maven on the phone she was surprised that she didn’t realize it earlier, especially with the almost harsh chuckle. “That’s the only thing you have to say Ruthless? Or should I call you Bliss? And just because Smash is always high or smashed doesn’t mean she’s stupid.”
“Don’t call me that, as soon as I’m eighteen I’m changing it. But what about you? Sharon, is that your real name?” Bliss had to admit that Sharon did fit Iron Maven.
“Don’t change it Ruthless, it’s a cute name. But aren’t you going to ask why I’m calling? Or do you just want to chat?” It was easy for Bliss to picture the smirk on Maven’s face. “You know what I’ll just ask you and get it done faster. You want to come practice with me? You haven’t taught me that jump like you promised.”
Bliss blinked, she certainly hadn’t been expecting Maven to call her up out of the blue. “The bingo bus doesn’t come around except on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
“The bingo bus?”
“Never mind, but I can’t get there. My mom might accept my doing derby but she won’t drive me all the way to Austin.” Brooke Cavendar put up with Roller Derby but wouldn’t go out of her way to allow Bliss to participate.
Maven chuckled and for a moment Bliss wondered what was so funny. “I’ll come pick you up then.”
“Umm…okay?” Bliss replied, more question than affirmation, and she was met by Maven’s laughter and the phone disconnecting.
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“You’ve got a key?” Bliss asked as Maven pulled her car up to the warehouse. Brooke had only flipped her lid a little when the older skater showed up at the Cavendar home. But her mother’s concern had been over the fact of Maven’s rivalry with Bliss instead of the fact that an older woman was driving her all the way to Austin. The minivan had helped assuage her mother’s concern about driving all the way to Austin.
As soon as the two were out of Bliss’ cul-de-sac Maven confided that she usually rode a motorcycle but had borrowed the van from a friend. And a bike was certainly way cooler than the ‘loser cruiser.’ When Bliss said that she wished she had a motorcycle Maven had offered her a ride some other time. And the two had talked about various topics for the duration of the ride.
“‘Course I do,” Maven said jamming a key in to one of the padlocks locking the warehouse. Making her way inside Maven quickly turned on the lights above the track, keeping the rest of the warehouse in shadows. “Go ahead and change Ruthless, unless you’re going to skate in jeans.” And without a word Maven walked off in to the darkness.
Bliss shucked off her jeans and traded them for sweats and a band shirt for her TXRD shirt, before decking herself out in pads and guards of all sorts. A few moments later music blared from the speakers which usually projected Johnny Rocket’s comments. And just as Bliss was beginning to bob her head to the music Maven’s voice interrupted the impromptu jam session. “Juliette and the Licks,” the smoky voice broke through Bliss’ reverie.
At the sight before her Bliss’ eyebrows hiked up to her hairline. There stood Maven in all her glory, decked out in her Holy Rollers uniform. “Didn’t know we were makin’ this official, or I would have worn my uniform,” Bliss drawled in an approximation of Maven’s husky voice.
“We’re not, its just lucky. You don’t get three undefeated seasons without a little luck,” Maven replied snagging a small pendant from the generous valley of her breasts. Bliss had seen the pendants before on all the Holy Rollers but never this close. Burnished silver ovals were made to look like religious medals but in bold letters ‘HOLY ROLLERS’ was written around the edge. And instead of the image of a saint the Holy Rollers had put their own numbers, or that was likely since Maven had her number emblazoned on the silver. “Ready to skate?” Maven asked with a mocking grin.
“You bet.”
Rating: PG-13 for now and forever just to cover my @$$ for some of my characters swearing like sailors.
Pairing(s): Iron Maven/Babe Ruthless, past Bliss/Oliver mentions, some Eva Destruction/Rosa Sparks and some Eva/Anything with a pulse
Disclaimer: I, Jessjessbinks, being of insane mind and slightly out of shape body do so solemnly swear that I shall never claim ownership to any materials referenced or paid homage to in this work of fiction. Namely: one book Derby Girl by Shauna Cross, one movie Whip It! based on aforementioned book, one band Juliette and the Licks the real life band of one actress in the aforementioned movie, or one song Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl from which my work of fiction takes its name.
A/N: If you haven't heard the song its not all that relevant but its good.
A/N Part Deux: This fanfic is based heavily on the movie, with certain book elements thrown in for good measure (and good Roller Derby names).
A/N Part Tres: Comments, concerns, questions, and general feedback are made of win!
Bliss Cavendar, or known by her infinitely cooler Roller Derby name of Babe Ruthless, sat in her room listening to one of her many CDs blaring through the stereo. Oddly enough Oliver, better known as ____, had introduced her to Joan of Arc, the indie band not the saint who was, to Bliss, still pretty cool. Just because she broke up with ____ didn’t mean she had to shun good music.
The first Saturday of the New Year was looking as boring as most of Christmas break had been, especially without Pash. The most beautiful Arab-American bombshell in Bodeen (Read: Only Arab-American bombshell) was currently in New York City with her parents getting acquainted with the area. Pash was looking it to all the East Coast colleges while Bliss was waiting to hear from the University of Texas at Austin.
For once in her life Brooke Cavendar, someone Bliss didn’t usually want to claim as her mother, actually knocked on the door. Meeting consideration with the same Bliss turned down her music and opened the door of her bedroom. Before Bliss got a word in her mother shoved the phone at her, in a harsh whisper she asked, “Who is Sharon Howard? And why is she calling you?” Bliss simply shrugged, took the phone, and ushered her mother out.
“Hello?” Bliss asked, wondering who it was that was calling.
“Bliss Cavendar?” The voice on the phone sounded almost familiar.
“Yes?” Bliss asked, she’d never really made a study of phone etiquette.
“Bliss Cavendar.” The name rolled around on the stranger’s tongue as if tasting some delectable morsel.
“Who is this?” Bliss asked, a little weirded out.
“What? Don’t recognize my voice, Ruthless?” Then suddenly it clicked.
“Maven?!” How had Bliss not recognized the derby girl’s classic drawl? Sure Maggie Mayhem and Smashley Simpson had called her house but Maven? The tension between two of the best Jammers in the league had resolved but Bliss had never expected a call from the Holy Rollers captain. “How did you get my number?”
Now that Bliss realized that it was Maven on the phone she was surprised that she didn’t realize it earlier, especially with the almost harsh chuckle. “That’s the only thing you have to say Ruthless? Or should I call you Bliss? And just because Smash is always high or smashed doesn’t mean she’s stupid.”
“Don’t call me that, as soon as I’m eighteen I’m changing it. But what about you? Sharon, is that your real name?” Bliss had to admit that Sharon did fit Iron Maven.
“Don’t change it Ruthless, it’s a cute name. But aren’t you going to ask why I’m calling? Or do you just want to chat?” It was easy for Bliss to picture the smirk on Maven’s face. “You know what I’ll just ask you and get it done faster. You want to come practice with me? You haven’t taught me that jump like you promised.”
Bliss blinked, she certainly hadn’t been expecting Maven to call her up out of the blue. “The bingo bus doesn’t come around except on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
“The bingo bus?”
“Never mind, but I can’t get there. My mom might accept my doing derby but she won’t drive me all the way to Austin.” Brooke Cavendar put up with Roller Derby but wouldn’t go out of her way to allow Bliss to participate.
Maven chuckled and for a moment Bliss wondered what was so funny. “I’ll come pick you up then.”
“Umm…okay?” Bliss replied, more question than affirmation, and she was met by Maven’s laughter and the phone disconnecting.
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“You’ve got a key?” Bliss asked as Maven pulled her car up to the warehouse. Brooke had only flipped her lid a little when the older skater showed up at the Cavendar home. But her mother’s concern had been over the fact of Maven’s rivalry with Bliss instead of the fact that an older woman was driving her all the way to Austin. The minivan had helped assuage her mother’s concern about driving all the way to Austin.
As soon as the two were out of Bliss’ cul-de-sac Maven confided that she usually rode a motorcycle but had borrowed the van from a friend. And a bike was certainly way cooler than the ‘loser cruiser.’ When Bliss said that she wished she had a motorcycle Maven had offered her a ride some other time. And the two had talked about various topics for the duration of the ride.
“‘Course I do,” Maven said jamming a key in to one of the padlocks locking the warehouse. Making her way inside Maven quickly turned on the lights above the track, keeping the rest of the warehouse in shadows. “Go ahead and change Ruthless, unless you’re going to skate in jeans.” And without a word Maven walked off in to the darkness.
Bliss shucked off her jeans and traded them for sweats and a band shirt for her TXRD shirt, before decking herself out in pads and guards of all sorts. A few moments later music blared from the speakers which usually projected Johnny Rocket’s comments. And just as Bliss was beginning to bob her head to the music Maven’s voice interrupted the impromptu jam session. “Juliette and the Licks,” the smoky voice broke through Bliss’ reverie.
At the sight before her Bliss’ eyebrows hiked up to her hairline. There stood Maven in all her glory, decked out in her Holy Rollers uniform. “Didn’t know we were makin’ this official, or I would have worn my uniform,” Bliss drawled in an approximation of Maven’s husky voice.
“We’re not, its just lucky. You don’t get three undefeated seasons without a little luck,” Maven replied snagging a small pendant from the generous valley of her breasts. Bliss had seen the pendants before on all the Holy Rollers but never this close. Burnished silver ovals were made to look like religious medals but in bold letters ‘HOLY ROLLERS’ was written around the edge. And instead of the image of a saint the Holy Rollers had put their own numbers, or that was likely since Maven had her number emblazoned on the silver. “Ready to skate?” Maven asked with a mocking grin.
“You bet.”