FIC- (FNL) Julie, Tyra
Ah-ah-ah-HEMMM. They're baaaaaack. The ship that dare not speak its name: *whispers* Juliago.
Title: What's Said Over Chocolate Cake...
Rating: g (very tame!)
Word Count: 699 (very short, but I didn't think anyone would be all that interested in an epic piece of what is essentially girltalk between two teenagers)
Summary: The truth is, she has thought about him. A lot. (Part IX in the Permission To Exist... series)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Note: Part 9 in my series, and the third prompt off the fnl_rally_girls table, food. The comm is really supposed to be a smut community, and I haven't had anything all that smutty in this series yet (may or may not follow), but the prompts, they are creative. Finally giving Julie some real thoughts. Hopefully back to Santiago soon. This is back in time, set between Curiosity Killed The Cat and Dreaming Awake.
They've sort of fallen into this pattern, after football games, Tyra comes over and she and Julie pig out on whatever's in the kitchen. Tonight, it's gooey, so-chocolatey-it-could-kill-you Texas sheetcake that Mom made for Dad for good luck before the game but he barely had time to swallow down a two-inch corner piece before running out the door. When they got home, Mom zapped a generous chunk in the microwave for the girls so the frosting would be all melty and warm. They're eating off one plate, savoring mouthfuls, and scraping frosting across their tongues with their forks. Pride & Prejudice is playing on low volume, but they've both seen it so many times, it's more background noise than entertainment.
"Have you ever had coyotas?" Julie asks absent-mindedly.
"Mm-hmm," Tyra moans, licking chocolate from the corner of her mouth. "Momma used to date this Mexican guy from San Antonio and he made them for us all the time." She glances back into the kitchen. "Why? Do you want to make some now? Do you have any?"
Julie shakes her head. "No reason."
"Okay," Tyra shrugs and turns to the screen, it's the part where Lizzie and Jane Bennett are getting ready for Bingley's ball. Tyra's been pretty quiet tonight, well, for her anyways. "Hey…Jules?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"What do you think of that new kid- the juvie kid, Santiago?"
Julie shrugs, non-committal.
"He stares at you all the time in English class, you know," Tyra continues, not looking at her. It's the part in the movie where Darcy and Lizzie are dancing and the rest of the world disappears. They both love that part.
Julie shrugs again. The truth is she knows he stares at her all through English class. And the truth is he's been on her mind since she interviewed him for the school paper. He's the tallest boy that she's ever stood so close to, and she's only stood so close to two boys: Matt and Anton. Something about looking up at him while he rattled off random facts about himself (sounding extremely annoyed) made him look like he was taking up all the space in the hallway.
And when he stares at her in English class, she feels it from the tips of her toes to the downy hairs on the back of her neck.
She's so lucky that she had Matt Saracen last year; that she learned that lust isn't love, and she knows the difference between what is real and what is just so overpoweringly physical that she walks out of English class every day with the tops of her pens chewed down to the quick and a jumble of notes that make no sense and it all seems to translate to I want to know what Santiago Herrera looks like without his shirt on.
Julie realizes she's been lost in thought and that Tyra is staring at her expectantly. "Did you ask me something?"
Tyra snorts a chuckle. "I just said that boy looks at you like a starving man looks at a Christmas ham," she grins, running a hand through her newly even-shorter hair. Julie wishes she had the guts to chop it all off like that.
Julie cocks her eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
Tyra rolls her eyes. "Julie, you're a little hottie, and he wants you," she says it all very slowly, spelling it out in no uncertain terms, and Julie gulps. "So, the question is…Are you ready for another football player?"
And that is the eternal question, whether she likes it or not. Is she ready to accept her fate, if all little girls are meant to grow up and marry their daddy? Does that mean that Tyra will grow up and marry Tim Riggins, and he would eventually be cheating on her and leave her with two kids to raise on her own? But slow down. That's not what Tyra's talking about.
Julie turns back to Tyra and she's grinning. She spoons up a bit more cake and feeds it to Julie off her own fork. "You be careful, little girl. That boy is way, way more dangerous than you have ever seen the likes of before."
Julie thinks this over, licking chocolate off the corner of her mouth, and she thinks that she'll wear a dress to school tomorrow. Something cute and flirty and maybe just a little bit sexy.
Enough to whet Santiago Herrera's appetite.
Title: What's Said Over Chocolate Cake...
Rating: g (very tame!)
Word Count: 699 (very short, but I didn't think anyone would be all that interested in an epic piece of what is essentially girltalk between two teenagers)
Summary: The truth is, she has thought about him. A lot. (Part IX in the Permission To Exist... series)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Note: Part 9 in my series, and the third prompt off the fnl_rally_girls table, food. The comm is really supposed to be a smut community, and I haven't had anything all that smutty in this series yet (may or may not follow), but the prompts, they are creative. Finally giving Julie some real thoughts. Hopefully back to Santiago soon. This is back in time, set between Curiosity Killed The Cat and Dreaming Awake.
They've sort of fallen into this pattern, after football games, Tyra comes over and she and Julie pig out on whatever's in the kitchen. Tonight, it's gooey, so-chocolatey-it-could-kill-you Texas sheetcake that Mom made for Dad for good luck before the game but he barely had time to swallow down a two-inch corner piece before running out the door. When they got home, Mom zapped a generous chunk in the microwave for the girls so the frosting would be all melty and warm. They're eating off one plate, savoring mouthfuls, and scraping frosting across their tongues with their forks. Pride & Prejudice is playing on low volume, but they've both seen it so many times, it's more background noise than entertainment.
"Have you ever had coyotas?" Julie asks absent-mindedly.
"Mm-hmm," Tyra moans, licking chocolate from the corner of her mouth. "Momma used to date this Mexican guy from San Antonio and he made them for us all the time." She glances back into the kitchen. "Why? Do you want to make some now? Do you have any?"
Julie shakes her head. "No reason."
"Okay," Tyra shrugs and turns to the screen, it's the part where Lizzie and Jane Bennett are getting ready for Bingley's ball. Tyra's been pretty quiet tonight, well, for her anyways. "Hey…Jules?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"What do you think of that new kid- the juvie kid, Santiago?"
Julie shrugs, non-committal.
"He stares at you all the time in English class, you know," Tyra continues, not looking at her. It's the part in the movie where Darcy and Lizzie are dancing and the rest of the world disappears. They both love that part.
Julie shrugs again. The truth is she knows he stares at her all through English class. And the truth is he's been on her mind since she interviewed him for the school paper. He's the tallest boy that she's ever stood so close to, and she's only stood so close to two boys: Matt and Anton. Something about looking up at him while he rattled off random facts about himself (sounding extremely annoyed) made him look like he was taking up all the space in the hallway.
And when he stares at her in English class, she feels it from the tips of her toes to the downy hairs on the back of her neck.
She's so lucky that she had Matt Saracen last year; that she learned that lust isn't love, and she knows the difference between what is real and what is just so overpoweringly physical that she walks out of English class every day with the tops of her pens chewed down to the quick and a jumble of notes that make no sense and it all seems to translate to I want to know what Santiago Herrera looks like without his shirt on.
Julie realizes she's been lost in thought and that Tyra is staring at her expectantly. "Did you ask me something?"
Tyra snorts a chuckle. "I just said that boy looks at you like a starving man looks at a Christmas ham," she grins, running a hand through her newly even-shorter hair. Julie wishes she had the guts to chop it all off like that.
Julie cocks her eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
Tyra rolls her eyes. "Julie, you're a little hottie, and he wants you," she says it all very slowly, spelling it out in no uncertain terms, and Julie gulps. "So, the question is…Are you ready for another football player?"
And that is the eternal question, whether she likes it or not. Is she ready to accept her fate, if all little girls are meant to grow up and marry their daddy? Does that mean that Tyra will grow up and marry Tim Riggins, and he would eventually be cheating on her and leave her with two kids to raise on her own? But slow down. That's not what Tyra's talking about.
Julie turns back to Tyra and she's grinning. She spoons up a bit more cake and feeds it to Julie off her own fork. "You be careful, little girl. That boy is way, way more dangerous than you have ever seen the likes of before."
Julie thinks this over, licking chocolate off the corner of her mouth, and she thinks that she'll wear a dress to school tomorrow. Something cute and flirty and maybe just a little bit sexy.
Enough to whet Santiago Herrera's appetite.