Fic: From the Heart (19/?, Multi Pairing, PG-13)
Title: From the Heart
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: PG-13, may change
Pairings/Characters: Lita/?, Mickie/?, Trish/?, Eve/?, Velvet Sky/Chris Sabin, appearances by many
Spoilers: None, it's A/U
Summary: A change in graduation requirements brings a very unlikely group of high school students together.
Notes: High school fic and a reply to my own Glee quotes challenge. Chapters are going to be on the short-ish side until the plot really kicks in.
Quote Count: 0 ;; Total: 21
Previously: Memories
Jamie placed Amy’s backpack on the grass beneath a large oak tree, the one spot where she’d seen Amy eating before.
“Where is Daffney?”
Mickie picked at her sandwich, “rumor has it that Daff got shipped off to juvie.” She nodded to the grouping of guys, “but only Punk knows what really happened and he won’t say shit.”
Jamie uncapped her Snapple, “how has your day been so far?”
Mickie shrugged, “can’t complain I guess. It’s school, you know?”
“Yup,” Jamie replied, taking a sip from her drink, “I wonder what’s taking Amy so long…”
“Well they did say something about costumes and I doubt either of them are going to be willing to walk around in those…. Or if they’d be allowed to.” Mickie’s forehead etched lightly in confusion, “and speaking of costumes… do you always wear your cheerleading uniform?”
Jamie shook her head, “no, but we’re expected to wear them on certain days like the first day back, when there are pep rallies and stuff like that.” Scrunching her nose a little, she continued, “but it’s either the cheerleading uniform or the school uniform.”
Mickie nibbled thoughtfully on a carrot stick, “lesser of two evils then?”
“Something like that,” Jamie agreed, waving when Amy approached. “Finally.”
“Hey Ames,” Mickie greeted, and then blinked, “and Robert.”
Amy balanced her lunch tray in one hand, waving with the other, “he couldn’t find the rest of the football team.”
Punk snorted, “Can’t be too hard to find them… just look for a pack of idiots comparing biceps.”
Amy rolled her eyes, setting the tray down before she sat down. “Just ignore him.”
“Not much different than usual,” Robert replied, the brunette setting his backpack down first and then sitting down on the grass. “It gets old after a while, anyway.”
“How’s your day going so far?” Mickie questioned, a friendly smile on her face.
Robert shrugged, “okay I guess. That first assignment for Creative Writing seems pretty interesting though.”
Mickie nodded her agreement, “that’s one way of putting it. I hope those aren’t going to be published though.”
“Only for the class,” Amy spoke, picking at the mystery meal on her tray. “We’ll find out who we’re interviewing tomorrow, right?”
“Yup,” Mickie replied, placing the now empty Tupperware containers back into her lunch bag. “I can’t believe you bought lunch.”
Amy made a face, “no time this morning. I almost overslept and I was running late.”
Alex set half of his sandwich on her tray. “You could have said something, Ames.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Amy replied, sending him a smile, “and thanks.”
“Kiss ass,” Punk quipped, grabbing a handful of grass.
Alex punched his friend on the shoulder, “screw you. You’ve done the same in the past.”
Punk scoffed, “yeah? When we were what, eight years old?”
Robert glanced between the two and then back to Amy, “you’ve known them your whole life?”
Amy shrugged, “more or less. Alex lives on the same street as me and Phil’s in the same neighborhood.” Grimacing a little, she added, “Helmsley and Orton are my next door neighbors.”
Robert shuddered, “seriously? I feel sorry for you… I’d hate to live near one of them, let alone both.”
Mickie put her lunch bag back into her backpack, “when did you move here, Robert?”
“Beginning of seventh grade,” the brunette replied, “Hunter and Randy used to pick on me actually. Said I’d never make it on the football team, blah, blah, blah…. So I tried out anyway in eighth grade to prove them wrong. They stopped picking on me after that but we’ve never really gotten along.”
“They’ve always been douchebags,” Alex commented, finishing the rest of his drink. “At least to me anyway, not that I’ve ever cared.”
Robert smirked a little, “believe me, the feeling’s pretty much mutual.”
Alex shrugged, “they can blow me. What they say about me, or anyone else, doesn’t amount to shit.”
The lunch bell rang sooner than they would have liked; Amy heading to Controversial Lit with Alex and Robert.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: PG-13, may change
Pairings/Characters: Lita/?, Mickie/?, Trish/?, Eve/?, Velvet Sky/Chris Sabin, appearances by many
Spoilers: None, it's A/U
Summary: A change in graduation requirements brings a very unlikely group of high school students together.
Notes: High school fic and a reply to my own Glee quotes challenge. Chapters are going to be on the short-ish side until the plot really kicks in.
Quote Count: 0 ;; Total: 21
Previously: Memories
Jamie placed Amy’s backpack on the grass beneath a large oak tree, the one spot where she’d seen Amy eating before.
“Where is Daffney?”
Mickie picked at her sandwich, “rumor has it that Daff got shipped off to juvie.” She nodded to the grouping of guys, “but only Punk knows what really happened and he won’t say shit.”
Jamie uncapped her Snapple, “how has your day been so far?”
Mickie shrugged, “can’t complain I guess. It’s school, you know?”
“Yup,” Jamie replied, taking a sip from her drink, “I wonder what’s taking Amy so long…”
“Well they did say something about costumes and I doubt either of them are going to be willing to walk around in those…. Or if they’d be allowed to.” Mickie’s forehead etched lightly in confusion, “and speaking of costumes… do you always wear your cheerleading uniform?”
Jamie shook her head, “no, but we’re expected to wear them on certain days like the first day back, when there are pep rallies and stuff like that.” Scrunching her nose a little, she continued, “but it’s either the cheerleading uniform or the school uniform.”
Mickie nibbled thoughtfully on a carrot stick, “lesser of two evils then?”
“Something like that,” Jamie agreed, waving when Amy approached. “Finally.”
“Hey Ames,” Mickie greeted, and then blinked, “and Robert.”
Amy balanced her lunch tray in one hand, waving with the other, “he couldn’t find the rest of the football team.”
Punk snorted, “Can’t be too hard to find them… just look for a pack of idiots comparing biceps.”
Amy rolled her eyes, setting the tray down before she sat down. “Just ignore him.”
“Not much different than usual,” Robert replied, the brunette setting his backpack down first and then sitting down on the grass. “It gets old after a while, anyway.”
“How’s your day going so far?” Mickie questioned, a friendly smile on her face.
Robert shrugged, “okay I guess. That first assignment for Creative Writing seems pretty interesting though.”
Mickie nodded her agreement, “that’s one way of putting it. I hope those aren’t going to be published though.”
“Only for the class,” Amy spoke, picking at the mystery meal on her tray. “We’ll find out who we’re interviewing tomorrow, right?”
“Yup,” Mickie replied, placing the now empty Tupperware containers back into her lunch bag. “I can’t believe you bought lunch.”
Amy made a face, “no time this morning. I almost overslept and I was running late.”
Alex set half of his sandwich on her tray. “You could have said something, Ames.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Amy replied, sending him a smile, “and thanks.”
“Kiss ass,” Punk quipped, grabbing a handful of grass.
Alex punched his friend on the shoulder, “screw you. You’ve done the same in the past.”
Punk scoffed, “yeah? When we were what, eight years old?”
Robert glanced between the two and then back to Amy, “you’ve known them your whole life?”
Amy shrugged, “more or less. Alex lives on the same street as me and Phil’s in the same neighborhood.” Grimacing a little, she added, “Helmsley and Orton are my next door neighbors.”
Robert shuddered, “seriously? I feel sorry for you… I’d hate to live near one of them, let alone both.”
Mickie put her lunch bag back into her backpack, “when did you move here, Robert?”
“Beginning of seventh grade,” the brunette replied, “Hunter and Randy used to pick on me actually. Said I’d never make it on the football team, blah, blah, blah…. So I tried out anyway in eighth grade to prove them wrong. They stopped picking on me after that but we’ve never really gotten along.”
“They’ve always been douchebags,” Alex commented, finishing the rest of his drink. “At least to me anyway, not that I’ve ever cared.”
Robert smirked a little, “believe me, the feeling’s pretty much mutual.”
Alex shrugged, “they can blow me. What they say about me, or anyone else, doesn’t amount to shit.”
The lunch bell rang sooner than they would have liked; Amy heading to Controversial Lit with Alex and Robert.