Just Another Cliché at First Sight
Title: Just Another Cliché at First Sight
Fandom/Verse: Among the Ashes
Characters/Pairings: Seth/Ginny, Rebecca (Ginny POV)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Mine, all mine.
Note:I've been wanting to play with these two for ages. Character info is here. Rebecca might make a few more appearances as well.
I saw him first, no matter what he tells you. The thing you’ve got to remember about Seth is that he will always twist your words around to make it seem like everything was his idea.
But the whole meeting thing? Definitely my idea, trust me on this one.
I was grabbing a coffee between classes. The coffee from the little stand on campus tastes like liquid lighter fluid on a good day, but I had spent the night before cramming for a test on Plato. I know Plato was supposed to be one of the founders of modern thought, but after all my research, I was starting to have more than a few questions about his relationship with Socrates. They were Brokeback at best.
That day’s coffee was surprisingly okay, even if I burned the tip of my tongue after taking a quick sip. I stuck it out, hoping to let some air hit it when I saw him walking across campus.
There was a tripod in his hands, and though it wasn’t very heavy, I could still see a few muscles straining under his black tee shirt as he carried it under a tree. At first I assumed the worst, he was probably some idiot frat boy who was going to tape his buddies as they failed to skate the handrail on the side of the library steps, but when he pulled out a vintage camera instead of a camcorder, I scolded myself for jumping to conclusions, and narrowed my eyes for a closer look.
His brow was furrowed as he fiddled with the settings, peering in to see if his angle was right. He rubbed the back of his neck slowly, a sure Seth sign that he was frustrated, and even though I had no idea how adorable (and aggravating) that neck rub could be, I was fascinated.
I finished my cup as he finished setting up. I had a class in ten minutes, and adjusted my messenger bag, ready to go when he looked up, and turned his incredibly sexy blue eyes on…someone who wasn’t me.
Her name was Rebecca Conlin, and she had a pair of legs that even Tina Turner would envy. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and a face that was begging to be plastered on magazine covers. I heard that she sometimes modeled for the art students. Never naked, of course, her reputation was squeaky clean, but that still didn’t stop me from hating her even more.
I inched closer, trying not to scowl as Rebecca planted a kiss on Seth’s cheek. Seth’s cheeks are naturally rosy, which is something I love to tease him about now, but when she kissed him, I swear he turned into a tomato.
They talked for a moment before he grabbed one of those red and white picnic blankets onto the grass and gestured for her to sit down.
It was a clichéd shot, and I couldn’t help but snort. Then he looked at me.
“Problem?” he asked, giving me an adorable little confused look that I’ve come to well…adore.
“Oh, it’s nothing really.” He shook his head, lowering his head to peer back into the lens before I added. “It’s just… it’s a little overdone, don’t you think?”
“Excuse me?”
“The whole cute girl on a picnic shot,” I clarified. “It’s kinda weird, actually. I mean, nobody really goes on picnics anymore. And why do they all have to have that tacky blanket? I mean, you have a blue one is it not a picnic or something?”
“She’s right, you know.”
I looked over at Rebecca, shocked that she even acknowledged I was there, let alone agreed with me.
“She is!?”
She nodded, blonde waves lapping at her shoulders. “Think you’re slipping, Palmer.”
Seth stood there, gob smacked as she rose from the blanket and planted one last kiss on his cheek. “Besides, I’ve got a math final remember? Maybe we can continue this after you come up with something better.”
She gave me a wink and was gone.
“Wow, sorry,” I mumbled.
“Do you have any idea what you just did!?”
“I saved you from ruining your edgy photographer street cred by shooting a cliché photo?”
“What!? No!”
“Were you working on a project?” I immediately felt like an idiot. Cheesy picnic shots were definitely something tired old art professor would assign. I had probably just cost him his grade.
“No, I was-” he stammered for a moment before straightening his back and looking at me with his serious art student face. “Yes, I was.”
I snorted, able to sense a lie when I heard one. “Oh bullshit. Word to the wise, Rebecca “I Run the Chastity Club” Conlin is not going to sleep with you.”
“I don’t want to sleep with her!”
“Everyone wants to sleep with her. Hell, I’d sleep with her.”
“Wha- Um, that’s hot actually.”
I patted his shoulder. “I’ll leave you on that note, Ansel Adams. See you around, okay?”
I turned around, starting toward the psych building when I felt his hand on my arm.
“Wait, what’s your name?”
I grinned. “Why do you wanna know?” I asked coyly.
“So I can call you something other than the bitchy lesbian when I tell this story to my friends.”
“Ginny. And I’m not a lesbian.”
““How can I know for sure?”
I smirked, adjusting my bag. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
We confirmed my heterosexual status two weeks later at a frat party, and even though I tease him about his, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Fandom/Verse: Among the Ashes
Characters/Pairings: Seth/Ginny, Rebecca (Ginny POV)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Mine, all mine.
Note:I've been wanting to play with these two for ages. Character info is here. Rebecca might make a few more appearances as well.
I saw him first, no matter what he tells you. The thing you’ve got to remember about Seth is that he will always twist your words around to make it seem like everything was his idea.
But the whole meeting thing? Definitely my idea, trust me on this one.
I was grabbing a coffee between classes. The coffee from the little stand on campus tastes like liquid lighter fluid on a good day, but I had spent the night before cramming for a test on Plato. I know Plato was supposed to be one of the founders of modern thought, but after all my research, I was starting to have more than a few questions about his relationship with Socrates. They were Brokeback at best.
That day’s coffee was surprisingly okay, even if I burned the tip of my tongue after taking a quick sip. I stuck it out, hoping to let some air hit it when I saw him walking across campus.
There was a tripod in his hands, and though it wasn’t very heavy, I could still see a few muscles straining under his black tee shirt as he carried it under a tree. At first I assumed the worst, he was probably some idiot frat boy who was going to tape his buddies as they failed to skate the handrail on the side of the library steps, but when he pulled out a vintage camera instead of a camcorder, I scolded myself for jumping to conclusions, and narrowed my eyes for a closer look.
His brow was furrowed as he fiddled with the settings, peering in to see if his angle was right. He rubbed the back of his neck slowly, a sure Seth sign that he was frustrated, and even though I had no idea how adorable (and aggravating) that neck rub could be, I was fascinated.
I finished my cup as he finished setting up. I had a class in ten minutes, and adjusted my messenger bag, ready to go when he looked up, and turned his incredibly sexy blue eyes on…someone who wasn’t me.
Her name was Rebecca Conlin, and she had a pair of legs that even Tina Turner would envy. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and a face that was begging to be plastered on magazine covers. I heard that she sometimes modeled for the art students. Never naked, of course, her reputation was squeaky clean, but that still didn’t stop me from hating her even more.
I inched closer, trying not to scowl as Rebecca planted a kiss on Seth’s cheek. Seth’s cheeks are naturally rosy, which is something I love to tease him about now, but when she kissed him, I swear he turned into a tomato.
They talked for a moment before he grabbed one of those red and white picnic blankets onto the grass and gestured for her to sit down.
It was a clichéd shot, and I couldn’t help but snort. Then he looked at me.
“Problem?” he asked, giving me an adorable little confused look that I’ve come to well…adore.
“Oh, it’s nothing really.” He shook his head, lowering his head to peer back into the lens before I added. “It’s just… it’s a little overdone, don’t you think?”
“Excuse me?”
“The whole cute girl on a picnic shot,” I clarified. “It’s kinda weird, actually. I mean, nobody really goes on picnics anymore. And why do they all have to have that tacky blanket? I mean, you have a blue one is it not a picnic or something?”
“She’s right, you know.”
I looked over at Rebecca, shocked that she even acknowledged I was there, let alone agreed with me.
“She is!?”
She nodded, blonde waves lapping at her shoulders. “Think you’re slipping, Palmer.”
Seth stood there, gob smacked as she rose from the blanket and planted one last kiss on his cheek. “Besides, I’ve got a math final remember? Maybe we can continue this after you come up with something better.”
She gave me a wink and was gone.
“Wow, sorry,” I mumbled.
“Do you have any idea what you just did!?”
“I saved you from ruining your edgy photographer street cred by shooting a cliché photo?”
“What!? No!”
“Were you working on a project?” I immediately felt like an idiot. Cheesy picnic shots were definitely something tired old art professor would assign. I had probably just cost him his grade.
“No, I was-” he stammered for a moment before straightening his back and looking at me with his serious art student face. “Yes, I was.”
I snorted, able to sense a lie when I heard one. “Oh bullshit. Word to the wise, Rebecca “I Run the Chastity Club” Conlin is not going to sleep with you.”
“I don’t want to sleep with her!”
“Everyone wants to sleep with her. Hell, I’d sleep with her.”
“Wha- Um, that’s hot actually.”
I patted his shoulder. “I’ll leave you on that note, Ansel Adams. See you around, okay?”
I turned around, starting toward the psych building when I felt his hand on my arm.
“Wait, what’s your name?”
I grinned. “Why do you wanna know?” I asked coyly.
“So I can call you something other than the bitchy lesbian when I tell this story to my friends.”
“Ginny. And I’m not a lesbian.”
““How can I know for sure?”
I smirked, adjusting my bag. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
We confirmed my heterosexual status two weeks later at a frat party, and even though I tease him about his, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.