In my mind, everything we did was right
Title: A Strange Sort of Comfort
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters: Morgan/Aaron , implied Sam/Aaron
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Notes: Okay, so it's a tiny bit shippy because hello adorable and pretty. Consider it a get well fic, CJ, even though Sam might hurt me just a little bit.
It was one of those sunny picturesque summer days in Los Angeles.
The kind where birds were chirping and everything looked like one of those postcards they sold to tourists in gift shops. The problem was, none of it meant a damn thing when you found yourself waking up alone and heartbroken.
You’d think that sleeping alone after almost seventeen years of the single life wouldn’t be that big of a deal for Aaron. Then again, if you’d spent the better part of the last year waking up to the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen hopelessly tangled in the sheets with you… you’d feel a little emo too.
He just needed a way too put her out of his mind, if just for a second.
Something to make it hurt a little less.
But still, it was too nice a day to sit around and feel sorry for oneself, and he wasn't going to.
Normally Sam would be first on the list, but there was just small problem. She was probably never gonna speak to them again.
Mark was always a great second option, and even though he’d apologized for being a little harsh at first, things hadn’t really been the same between them since the whole thing with Morgan. He really couldn’t say he blamed him. If Aaron had a sister, he would probably be less than thrilled with hanging out with the guy who had made her not so innocent anymore. Not that Morgan was some wilting flower in the first place.
“Morgan it is then,” he murmured sleepily, running a hand through his hair.
After wolfing down a piece of bacon and toast at Claire’s request, he made his way over. He was really kind of grateful that things had turned out the way they did. This whole situation with Morgan could have very well have made them enemies, so it was a pleasant surprise to make a friend out of the deal.
A friend who apparently left the front door unlocked. Didn’t she know this was LA, land of the emotionally unbalanced? There were lunatics and sex maniacs lurking at every turn! Surely she knew better than that!
“No worries, miss. I’m just your local axe murderer coming to cut you up into bits,” Aaron called as he walked into the living room.
Morgan smiled a little as she peered over her laptop. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest axe murderer ever?”
“I get that a lot. Just saying you should be grateful it was just little old me.” He peeked over her shoulder, squinting at the screen. “What’re you writing anyway? Oh wait, I should have guessed. It’s porn, huh?”
She stuck out her tongue. “I don’t write porn! It’s smut with character development.
“Ah, so which two heroines are going at it while discovering deep emotional issues this time? Lara Croft and Buffy?”
“Sadly neither are getting any. Although that is a very hot idea,” she said impressed, making a mental note. “It’s something for the school paper about the complete lack of a vegetarian lunch menu.”
“Oh?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, the other day I asked for a salad and they gave me one with bacon bits! I mean, what gives!”
“That is pretty idiotic,” he admitted.
“So when I told them I’d rather not eat processed pig fat, they looked at me like I was insane! Am I a second class citizen if I don’t want to eat Babe!? I mean, you should see what they do to those poor animals! First they..”
Aaron held up a hand. “I’m good, thanks,” he said, suddenly guilty about that slice of bacon. “You’re kind of scaring me here.”
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “You know I get carried away! Feel free to just shut me up. Bash me over the head with my laptop if you must.”
“Was sort of the plan, actually. I was thinking more along the lines of getting you away from it, though.”
“Oh?” she asked, beaming as she hit enter and walked over to her printer. “How so?”
“What do you say about getting out there and doing some field research, Lois Lane?”
“Like outside? Nahhh.”
“Morgan! You really want to stay here? You’re practically as pale as Wednesday Addams from hanging around here all the time. Some sun will do you good! Besides, you don‘t even know where we‘re going.”
“That’s a compliment actually. Christina Ricci is pretty hot. And sun? Oh, yeah I’m so up for walking out into the boiling hot oven that is out there waiting for me. I even get free skin cancer! And there‘s always that fun prospect of heat stroke!”
Aaron groaned. “Morgan, do you really think you’ll get skin cancer at the ripe old age of seventeen?”
“It’s possible, you know. Especially with global warming and the UV levels these days. I’d rather not die a cancerous death, thanks.”
“Come on,” he begged. “What else do you have planned for today, hmm?”
“I plan on staying right here with my trusty laptop and the air conditioner.”
“God, you are like addicted to the internet! Are you chatting with hot chicks on MySpace or something?”
“Ew,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Don’t be silly, Aaron. Everyone knows MySpace is for whores.”
“Morgan,” he said calmly, his patience wavering. “We’re going to the beach. And before you start up about saving the whales or toxins or something, I just want you to come with me. Now, I’ll even be nice and let you bring the laptop. So will you please come with?”
“Ugh, are you kidding me? I paid far too much for my baby to have sand in every nook and cranny. Willow’s staying right here where she belongs.”
“So that’s a yes?” he asked eagerly.
“I guess,” she sighed. “But only because you’re kind of adorable when you beg. Let me go get my suit on.”
Aaron collapsed on the sofa, grateful that Morgan wasn’t one of those types that spent hours on her hair or something. He didn’t think he could take having to wait for her after that not so little struggle. He was patient, but not that patient. Still, it was pretty refreshing to know someone who honestly didn’t care what they looked like.
That realization couldn’t be more apparent as Morgan made her way downstairs. The image before him would have been pretty hilarious if it wasn’t so sad. She was wearing a bright blue one piece covered in daisies of all things. That alone wouldn’t have been so bad, but the ruffled skirt attached at the bottom that resembled something a forty year old woman would wear, had to go.
He couldn’t understand why a teenage girl would wear one purposely, or why a girl with a body like Morgan wanted to hide behind one.
He had seen her naked after all. Granted, the memories were a little fuzzy, and even though he would probably always be always a little biased toward Sam, he had to admit they were some nice fuzzy memories.
“What the hell is that!?”
“A bathing suit?” she answered, confused. “Why?”
“Is it your mum’s!?”
“No. Ugh, you should see hers, it’s this teeny little green thing with…”
“Borrow it then! I am not going out with you if you wear that granny suit.”
“Ugh, that’s kinda unsanitary, Aaron.” She sighed, running a hand nervously through her hair. “I have a bikini if you insist that I wear it.”
“I insist. Now go,” he urged.
She stomped back upstairs, coming back down sometime later with baggy Fiona Apple concert tee over shorts.
“That’s not a bikini,” Aaron said confused.
“Wow, you’re observant. It’s underneath. Now can we go, please? Sooner we leave the sooner I can get home.”
“I don’t believe you,” Aaron said singsong. “Think I have to see for myself.”
Morgan rolled her eyes, slowly lifting her shirt to show a peek of stomach. “Happy?”
“Extremely,” he answered with a grin. “And relax, Fiona, I’ve seen more than that.”
Morgan ignored him, ushering him out of the door and started down the driveway. “Cordy!” she squealed, suddenly brightening. “How’s my girl?”
He pouted. “You’re using me for my car, huh?”
“Of course not. It’s just such an awesome car.”
“Sam never thought so,” he said, inwardly scolding himself for bringing her up.
“She was probably just jealous. I wouldn’t worry about it,” she said reassuringly.
“Because she won’t be around anyway?”
“No, because she probably knew you loved her more anyway.”
Aaron smiled a little, and the two drifted into a comfortable silence, mainly because Aaron refused to listen to Enya and Morgan had some strange dislike of The Ramones.
They arrived, getting out of the car and walking down the beach. After Morgan had managed to a spot with the tiniest bit of shade, they sat down on the blanket.
“You wanna go swimming?” Aaron asked.
“In that water? Do you have any idea what’s in there?”
“Dolphins?” Aaron offered with a hopeful grin. “Come on, you’re all about the dolphins. You wrote that paper on them last year.”
She grinned. “You remember that?”
“Yup. Don’t ask me to quote you or anything, but I remember there were dolphins involved.”
Morgan giggled. “Kinda. It was about how they get caught in the tuna fisherman’s nets.”
Aaron made a face. “I ate tuna last week. Did I take a bite out of Flipper?”
“Think you’re safe,” she said with a grin, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. “You know, this is kinda nice,” she admitted after a pause.
“It is. I feel kind of at home near the water, must be that whole being born on an island thing.”
“Maybe. It’s peaceful, you know?”
“Or it would be, if you’d stop talking,” he teased.
“Sorry, shutting up now. See, bet Sam wasn’t some nerd babbling about dolphin safe tuna.”
“Not really,” he admitted. “But this isn’t exactly horrible either. I told you before, Morgan. If things were different…I mean, different in a couple ways.”
“Like my same sex tendencies.”
“Right, if things were different, you could have been my Sam.”
“Only a Morgan,” she supplied.
“A Morgan,” he agreed, kissing her forehead.
So maybe she wasn’t Sam, but for that second, Morgan made everything hurt just a little less.
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters: Morgan/Aaron , implied Sam/Aaron
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Notes: Okay, so it's a tiny bit shippy because hello adorable and pretty. Consider it a get well fic, CJ, even though Sam might hurt me just a little bit.
It was one of those sunny picturesque summer days in Los Angeles.
The kind where birds were chirping and everything looked like one of those postcards they sold to tourists in gift shops. The problem was, none of it meant a damn thing when you found yourself waking up alone and heartbroken.
You’d think that sleeping alone after almost seventeen years of the single life wouldn’t be that big of a deal for Aaron. Then again, if you’d spent the better part of the last year waking up to the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen hopelessly tangled in the sheets with you… you’d feel a little emo too.
He just needed a way too put her out of his mind, if just for a second.
Something to make it hurt a little less.
But still, it was too nice a day to sit around and feel sorry for oneself, and he wasn't going to.
Normally Sam would be first on the list, but there was just small problem. She was probably never gonna speak to them again.
Mark was always a great second option, and even though he’d apologized for being a little harsh at first, things hadn’t really been the same between them since the whole thing with Morgan. He really couldn’t say he blamed him. If Aaron had a sister, he would probably be less than thrilled with hanging out with the guy who had made her not so innocent anymore. Not that Morgan was some wilting flower in the first place.
“Morgan it is then,” he murmured sleepily, running a hand through his hair.
After wolfing down a piece of bacon and toast at Claire’s request, he made his way over. He was really kind of grateful that things had turned out the way they did. This whole situation with Morgan could have very well have made them enemies, so it was a pleasant surprise to make a friend out of the deal.
A friend who apparently left the front door unlocked. Didn’t she know this was LA, land of the emotionally unbalanced? There were lunatics and sex maniacs lurking at every turn! Surely she knew better than that!
“No worries, miss. I’m just your local axe murderer coming to cut you up into bits,” Aaron called as he walked into the living room.
Morgan smiled a little as she peered over her laptop. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest axe murderer ever?”
“I get that a lot. Just saying you should be grateful it was just little old me.” He peeked over her shoulder, squinting at the screen. “What’re you writing anyway? Oh wait, I should have guessed. It’s porn, huh?”
She stuck out her tongue. “I don’t write porn! It’s smut with character development.
“Ah, so which two heroines are going at it while discovering deep emotional issues this time? Lara Croft and Buffy?”
“Sadly neither are getting any. Although that is a very hot idea,” she said impressed, making a mental note. “It’s something for the school paper about the complete lack of a vegetarian lunch menu.”
“Oh?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, the other day I asked for a salad and they gave me one with bacon bits! I mean, what gives!”
“That is pretty idiotic,” he admitted.
“So when I told them I’d rather not eat processed pig fat, they looked at me like I was insane! Am I a second class citizen if I don’t want to eat Babe!? I mean, you should see what they do to those poor animals! First they..”
Aaron held up a hand. “I’m good, thanks,” he said, suddenly guilty about that slice of bacon. “You’re kind of scaring me here.”
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “You know I get carried away! Feel free to just shut me up. Bash me over the head with my laptop if you must.”
“Was sort of the plan, actually. I was thinking more along the lines of getting you away from it, though.”
“Oh?” she asked, beaming as she hit enter and walked over to her printer. “How so?”
“What do you say about getting out there and doing some field research, Lois Lane?”
“Like outside? Nahhh.”
“Morgan! You really want to stay here? You’re practically as pale as Wednesday Addams from hanging around here all the time. Some sun will do you good! Besides, you don‘t even know where we‘re going.”
“That’s a compliment actually. Christina Ricci is pretty hot. And sun? Oh, yeah I’m so up for walking out into the boiling hot oven that is out there waiting for me. I even get free skin cancer! And there‘s always that fun prospect of heat stroke!”
Aaron groaned. “Morgan, do you really think you’ll get skin cancer at the ripe old age of seventeen?”
“It’s possible, you know. Especially with global warming and the UV levels these days. I’d rather not die a cancerous death, thanks.”
“Come on,” he begged. “What else do you have planned for today, hmm?”
“I plan on staying right here with my trusty laptop and the air conditioner.”
“God, you are like addicted to the internet! Are you chatting with hot chicks on MySpace or something?”
“Ew,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Don’t be silly, Aaron. Everyone knows MySpace is for whores.”
“Morgan,” he said calmly, his patience wavering. “We’re going to the beach. And before you start up about saving the whales or toxins or something, I just want you to come with me. Now, I’ll even be nice and let you bring the laptop. So will you please come with?”
“Ugh, are you kidding me? I paid far too much for my baby to have sand in every nook and cranny. Willow’s staying right here where she belongs.”
“So that’s a yes?” he asked eagerly.
“I guess,” she sighed. “But only because you’re kind of adorable when you beg. Let me go get my suit on.”
Aaron collapsed on the sofa, grateful that Morgan wasn’t one of those types that spent hours on her hair or something. He didn’t think he could take having to wait for her after that not so little struggle. He was patient, but not that patient. Still, it was pretty refreshing to know someone who honestly didn’t care what they looked like.
That realization couldn’t be more apparent as Morgan made her way downstairs. The image before him would have been pretty hilarious if it wasn’t so sad. She was wearing a bright blue one piece covered in daisies of all things. That alone wouldn’t have been so bad, but the ruffled skirt attached at the bottom that resembled something a forty year old woman would wear, had to go.
He couldn’t understand why a teenage girl would wear one purposely, or why a girl with a body like Morgan wanted to hide behind one.
He had seen her naked after all. Granted, the memories were a little fuzzy, and even though he would probably always be always a little biased toward Sam, he had to admit they were some nice fuzzy memories.
“What the hell is that!?”
“A bathing suit?” she answered, confused. “Why?”
“Is it your mum’s!?”
“No. Ugh, you should see hers, it’s this teeny little green thing with…”
“Borrow it then! I am not going out with you if you wear that granny suit.”
“Ugh, that’s kinda unsanitary, Aaron.” She sighed, running a hand nervously through her hair. “I have a bikini if you insist that I wear it.”
“I insist. Now go,” he urged.
She stomped back upstairs, coming back down sometime later with baggy Fiona Apple concert tee over shorts.
“That’s not a bikini,” Aaron said confused.
“Wow, you’re observant. It’s underneath. Now can we go, please? Sooner we leave the sooner I can get home.”
“I don’t believe you,” Aaron said singsong. “Think I have to see for myself.”
Morgan rolled her eyes, slowly lifting her shirt to show a peek of stomach. “Happy?”
“Extremely,” he answered with a grin. “And relax, Fiona, I’ve seen more than that.”
Morgan ignored him, ushering him out of the door and started down the driveway. “Cordy!” she squealed, suddenly brightening. “How’s my girl?”
He pouted. “You’re using me for my car, huh?”
“Of course not. It’s just such an awesome car.”
“Sam never thought so,” he said, inwardly scolding himself for bringing her up.
“She was probably just jealous. I wouldn’t worry about it,” she said reassuringly.
“Because she won’t be around anyway?”
“No, because she probably knew you loved her more anyway.”
Aaron smiled a little, and the two drifted into a comfortable silence, mainly because Aaron refused to listen to Enya and Morgan had some strange dislike of The Ramones.
They arrived, getting out of the car and walking down the beach. After Morgan had managed to a spot with the tiniest bit of shade, they sat down on the blanket.
“You wanna go swimming?” Aaron asked.
“In that water? Do you have any idea what’s in there?”
“Dolphins?” Aaron offered with a hopeful grin. “Come on, you’re all about the dolphins. You wrote that paper on them last year.”
She grinned. “You remember that?”
“Yup. Don’t ask me to quote you or anything, but I remember there were dolphins involved.”
Morgan giggled. “Kinda. It was about how they get caught in the tuna fisherman’s nets.”
Aaron made a face. “I ate tuna last week. Did I take a bite out of Flipper?”
“Think you’re safe,” she said with a grin, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. “You know, this is kinda nice,” she admitted after a pause.
“It is. I feel kind of at home near the water, must be that whole being born on an island thing.”
“Maybe. It’s peaceful, you know?”
“Or it would be, if you’d stop talking,” he teased.
“Sorry, shutting up now. See, bet Sam wasn’t some nerd babbling about dolphin safe tuna.”
“Not really,” he admitted. “But this isn’t exactly horrible either. I told you before, Morgan. If things were different…I mean, different in a couple ways.”
“Like my same sex tendencies.”
“Right, if things were different, you could have been my Sam.”
“Only a Morgan,” she supplied.
“A Morgan,” he agreed, kissing her forehead.
So maybe she wasn’t Sam, but for that second, Morgan made everything hurt just a little less.