Not Your Ordinary After School Special (or No Chick Flick Moments)
Title: Not Your Ordinary After School Special (or No Chick Flick Moments)
Fandom: Rockstar Addict Verse
Characters/Pairings: Scarlett/Hunter, Alex/Grace, Tara/John cameos from Riley/Ava and Dean/Hope (Everyone and their mom, literally)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 15_song_titles: A Woman's Worth
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Note: And this fic made me drag out my Alicia Keys CD. oh man, good times.
Nothing puts the damper on a party faster than someone’s parents showing up. Which is why when Grace introduces the man with eyes that look eerily familiar and the pretty woman next to him as her parents, everyone suddenly goes into panic mode.
Scarlett stamps out the cigarette she and Hunter have been sharing, waving away wisps of smoke as casually as possible. Dean promises that the clear substance in his martini glass is just water, even though they all know that the olive floating on the surface definitely suggests otherwise. Even Riley and Ava manage to untangle themselves from each other long enough for Riley to bring up the weather and for Ava to tug down her skirt a few inches.
Tara’s dad gives his wife a sort of I-Told-You-So look, and everyone but Alex and Grace scatter to their respective rooms after mumbling sheepish nice- to-meet-yous and other assorted pleasantries reserved for total strangers.
Scarlett’s edgy, her hands almost shaking as she brings the tip of her cigarette to her hot pink lighter and takes a long drag.
She starts pacing, her ballerina flats scuffing along the hard wood floor for an agonizing minute before Hunter grabs her shoulder, holding her in place.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” he asks. “Your brother’s the one meeting the parents, not you. He’s the one who should be freaking out.”
“You don’t understand, Hunter,” she murmurs as she shakes off his hand and walks over to the window. She props it open, flicking some ash on the windowsill and stares listlessly at the night sky.
“Then explain it to me,” he says, watching the smoke curl and crawl it’s way out the window.
“Alex doesn’t… mesh well with parents.” She snorts before squashing her cigarette like a bug and turning around. “Or fathers, actually. Why do you think he left home so fast?”
Hunter frowns. “He left before you did, right? Wait, does that mean he left you alone with your dad?”
She opens her mouth to speak but John‘s yelling catches them both off guard.
“She has a tattoo!? It’s bad enough that she’s living with these people, but now she looks like one of them too.”
He sees Scarlett wince as though she’s been slapped and tries not to feel the sting himself. He begins to wonder if Dean and Hope are listening too, given the dead silence that has fallen over this usually noisy house. It doesn’t last long however, because Gracie jumps in to defend them.
“These people are my friends, dad. These people took care of me when nobody else would.”
“They wouldn’t have needed to if you never would have left!”
“I had to! What else could I do when my own father was treating me like I was a freak!”
“You could have tried talking to me!”
“Would you have listened!? You’re not even listening to me now!”
“Fine, I’m listening. What do you want me to hear?”
“I just- I just want you to leave me and Alex alone, dad."
“I’m not leaving you and Alex alone! He’s not good enough for you!”
“No fucking way,” Scarlett mumbles.
She jumps up and Hunter’s eyes widen. “Scarlett, what are you doing!?’
“I‘m not letting him talk about my brother like that!”
He grabs her by the collar, yanking her back on the bed. “And what are you gonna do about it?” he hisses. “Give Grace’s dad a black eye!?”
“That’s a good start!” she says, wriggling around as he pins her down by her wrists. “God dammit, Hunter, get off me! I have to go save Alex!”
“You know what, dad?” Grace says finally. “Fuck this. You can say whatever you want about me, or how I screwed up, or abandoned you or mom, or anything else, but you have no right to talk about Alex. He’s a good guy. He would do anything for me, just like you would for mom and I’m happy. We’re soul mates, part of each other, and if you can’t accept him, you can't accept me. If that's the case, I don’t want you back in my life at all. Get out.”
Hunter smiles as Scarlett starts to relax and traces her cheek with his thumb. “Looks like someone did your job for you.”
“So you’ll get off of me?” she says hopefully.
“Not a chance. I know you’re tricky.”
She pouts. “Damn. Wait, what am I talking about, hot guy on top of me is a plus, even if I really wanna kick that door down.”
He shushes her with a kiss and they drift off into silence, still alert for more outbursts from Grace or John, even if they won’t admit it, but the voices outside the door are hushed now, and barely audible.
“He’s probably apologizing,” Hunter whispers when boredom and frustration take over, his head on Scarlett’s chest.
“Good,” she murmurs as she plays with his hair. “He better.”
Eventually Hunter’s interest fades, and he’s lulled to sleep by familiar thump of Scarlett’s heart and the smell her vanilla shampoo.
The sun is up when his eyes finally open. He blinks, trying to adjust to the glare before he walks out the door and realizes that Scarlett is MIA. He calls her name as he wanders down the hall before turning a corner and finding himself face to face with an entirely different Anderson.
“Hey, Alex,” he says warily. “I uh, kinda heard that thing with Gracie‘s dad and if you wanna talk I‘d-”
“Hunter, I want you to know something.”
“Um, okay?” he says slowly, caught off guard.
“I know I’ve been shitty, and put you down a thousand times; but, the truth is, you’re good for my sister. I’ve never seen her this happy and… well, if she has to be with someone, I’m glad it’s you.”
“Alex, I…”
Alex smiles ruefully. “No need to make it an after school special, Hunter. I just wanted you to know.”
Fandom: Rockstar Addict Verse
Characters/Pairings: Scarlett/Hunter, Alex/Grace, Tara/John cameos from Riley/Ava and Dean/Hope (Everyone and their mom, literally)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 15_song_titles: A Woman's Worth
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Note: And this fic made me drag out my Alicia Keys CD. oh man, good times.
Nothing puts the damper on a party faster than someone’s parents showing up. Which is why when Grace introduces the man with eyes that look eerily familiar and the pretty woman next to him as her parents, everyone suddenly goes into panic mode.
Scarlett stamps out the cigarette she and Hunter have been sharing, waving away wisps of smoke as casually as possible. Dean promises that the clear substance in his martini glass is just water, even though they all know that the olive floating on the surface definitely suggests otherwise. Even Riley and Ava manage to untangle themselves from each other long enough for Riley to bring up the weather and for Ava to tug down her skirt a few inches.
Tara’s dad gives his wife a sort of I-Told-You-So look, and everyone but Alex and Grace scatter to their respective rooms after mumbling sheepish nice- to-meet-yous and other assorted pleasantries reserved for total strangers.
Scarlett’s edgy, her hands almost shaking as she brings the tip of her cigarette to her hot pink lighter and takes a long drag.
She starts pacing, her ballerina flats scuffing along the hard wood floor for an agonizing minute before Hunter grabs her shoulder, holding her in place.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” he asks. “Your brother’s the one meeting the parents, not you. He’s the one who should be freaking out.”
“You don’t understand, Hunter,” she murmurs as she shakes off his hand and walks over to the window. She props it open, flicking some ash on the windowsill and stares listlessly at the night sky.
“Then explain it to me,” he says, watching the smoke curl and crawl it’s way out the window.
“Alex doesn’t… mesh well with parents.” She snorts before squashing her cigarette like a bug and turning around. “Or fathers, actually. Why do you think he left home so fast?”
Hunter frowns. “He left before you did, right? Wait, does that mean he left you alone with your dad?”
She opens her mouth to speak but John‘s yelling catches them both off guard.
“She has a tattoo!? It’s bad enough that she’s living with these people, but now she looks like one of them too.”
He sees Scarlett wince as though she’s been slapped and tries not to feel the sting himself. He begins to wonder if Dean and Hope are listening too, given the dead silence that has fallen over this usually noisy house. It doesn’t last long however, because Gracie jumps in to defend them.
“These people are my friends, dad. These people took care of me when nobody else would.”
“They wouldn’t have needed to if you never would have left!”
“I had to! What else could I do when my own father was treating me like I was a freak!”
“You could have tried talking to me!”
“Would you have listened!? You’re not even listening to me now!”
“Fine, I’m listening. What do you want me to hear?”
“I just- I just want you to leave me and Alex alone, dad."
“I’m not leaving you and Alex alone! He’s not good enough for you!”
“No fucking way,” Scarlett mumbles.
She jumps up and Hunter’s eyes widen. “Scarlett, what are you doing!?’
“I‘m not letting him talk about my brother like that!”
He grabs her by the collar, yanking her back on the bed. “And what are you gonna do about it?” he hisses. “Give Grace’s dad a black eye!?”
“That’s a good start!” she says, wriggling around as he pins her down by her wrists. “God dammit, Hunter, get off me! I have to go save Alex!”
“You know what, dad?” Grace says finally. “Fuck this. You can say whatever you want about me, or how I screwed up, or abandoned you or mom, or anything else, but you have no right to talk about Alex. He’s a good guy. He would do anything for me, just like you would for mom and I’m happy. We’re soul mates, part of each other, and if you can’t accept him, you can't accept me. If that's the case, I don’t want you back in my life at all. Get out.”
Hunter smiles as Scarlett starts to relax and traces her cheek with his thumb. “Looks like someone did your job for you.”
“So you’ll get off of me?” she says hopefully.
“Not a chance. I know you’re tricky.”
She pouts. “Damn. Wait, what am I talking about, hot guy on top of me is a plus, even if I really wanna kick that door down.”
He shushes her with a kiss and they drift off into silence, still alert for more outbursts from Grace or John, even if they won’t admit it, but the voices outside the door are hushed now, and barely audible.
“He’s probably apologizing,” Hunter whispers when boredom and frustration take over, his head on Scarlett’s chest.
“Good,” she murmurs as she plays with his hair. “He better.”
Eventually Hunter’s interest fades, and he’s lulled to sleep by familiar thump of Scarlett’s heart and the smell her vanilla shampoo.
The sun is up when his eyes finally open. He blinks, trying to adjust to the glare before he walks out the door and realizes that Scarlett is MIA. He calls her name as he wanders down the hall before turning a corner and finding himself face to face with an entirely different Anderson.
“Hey, Alex,” he says warily. “I uh, kinda heard that thing with Gracie‘s dad and if you wanna talk I‘d-”
“Hunter, I want you to know something.”
“Um, okay?” he says slowly, caught off guard.
“I know I’ve been shitty, and put you down a thousand times; but, the truth is, you’re good for my sister. I’ve never seen her this happy and… well, if she has to be with someone, I’m glad it’s you.”
“Alex, I…”
Alex smiles ruefully. “No need to make it an after school special, Hunter. I just wanted you to know.”