Girls who live in glass houses... Ch. ONE
TItle: Girls who live in glass houses...
Rating: PG-13-ish for language and suggestiveness-ness
Pairing: Stephanie/Annaleigh
Summary: Stephanie Block takes part in one of her daughter's favorite sports.
A/N: Super tired, apologies if Steph is a little OC-ish. Also, they're living in San Fransisco. Just 'cause.
A/N2: Cuts still aren't working for me :( Fixed it!
T Stephanie sat in her living room, reading in the afternoon light as Annaleigh made herself something to eat in the kitchen. Their daughter, Sara, would be home any minute. As if on cue, Sara bursted through the door, throwing her book bag in the doorway and running into her room.
"Mom!" She yelled. She certainly had a singer's voice.
"Which one!?" They both belted back. It had become a habit.
"Um...Which one is free until late?" She walked out of her room, wearing old jeans and a dirty T-shirt. "I've got a game." Sara had started to play as many sports as she could at the age of 10, which, now that she was 13, had been quite a while.
"How late is 'late'?" Stephanie asked as Annaleigh came out of the kitchen with a sandwich.
"Ten O'clock?" She scrunched her face, crossing her fingers. "It's Friday, please?"
Stephanie sighed. "I'll take you. Where are you going and do I have to stay the entire time?"
Sara squealed. "Yes! Thank you, thank you! School, and yes you have to stay the entire time. But don't worry, it's going to be fun!" She reassured her mother. "You might want to get into something comfortable, it's sports night, and we're doing insane," She stopped, a guilty look on her face. "I mean, really cool games on the main floor. it starts at 4:30. Thank you!" She ran to her book bag, pulling out her homework. at 4:00 on the dot, Sara had finished her homework and was listening to music.
"Sara?" Stephanie called from somewhere behind her.
"Huh?" Sara turned around, pulling an earbud out.
"Get ready, hon, we're leaving in ten minutes." Sara got up, searching for her shoes.
"Where are my black and green shoes?" She asked to anyone who heard her. Annaleigh stuck her head out from around the corner.
"They're, um, oh, they're next to the computer." Sara ran into the other room, pulling her shoes from under the computer desk and tugging them on eagerly. This is the on night that every student on any school sports team looks forward to from the second they heard about it.
For the next nine minutes and forty-five seconds, Sara sat, staring at the clock tentatively. Finally, at 4:20 exactly, she shot up, running to her mother. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" She bounced up and down, motioning toward the door. "If we don't leave soon, we're not going to be the rush!" As soon as they were on the road, Stephanie was thankful for her daughter's impatience, they had just headed off the work rush. They pulled into the school parking lot and Stephanie headed for the front door.
"Mom, stop!" Sara hissed, pulling her mother back. "Wher we get in decides our teams. The front door is for the people who have no stealth. Follow me." She carefully walked around the back of the school, coming to a stop at a large metal door. "Geniuses." She said sarcastically as she opened the door. "They left the basement door open." She went to head in but Stephanie stopped her.
"What the heck is this?" She asked, completely confused by her daughter's antics.
Sara pullled a piece of paper out of her pocket and read aloud. "All members of any of the echool's sports teams, and their escorts, must report to the audtorium at 4:30. Choice of entrance will result in choice of teams." She stuffed the paper back into her pocket. "Can we go in now?" Stephanie nodded and followed her daughter into the slightly dim basement.
"So why is this such a big thing?" She asked as they started up a flight of stairs.
"Because this is war." Stephanie froze. War?
Rating: PG-13-ish for language and suggestiveness-ness
Pairing: Stephanie/Annaleigh
Summary: Stephanie Block takes part in one of her daughter's favorite sports.
A/N: Super tired, apologies if Steph is a little OC-ish. Also, they're living in San Fransisco. Just 'cause.
A/N2: Cuts still aren't working for me :( Fixed it!
T Stephanie sat in her living room, reading in the afternoon light as Annaleigh made herself something to eat in the kitchen. Their daughter, Sara, would be home any minute. As if on cue, Sara bursted through the door, throwing her book bag in the doorway and running into her room.
"Mom!" She yelled. She certainly had a singer's voice.
"Which one!?" They both belted back. It had become a habit.
"Um...Which one is free until late?" She walked out of her room, wearing old jeans and a dirty T-shirt. "I've got a game." Sara had started to play as many sports as she could at the age of 10, which, now that she was 13, had been quite a while.
"How late is 'late'?" Stephanie asked as Annaleigh came out of the kitchen with a sandwich.
"Ten O'clock?" She scrunched her face, crossing her fingers. "It's Friday, please?"
Stephanie sighed. "I'll take you. Where are you going and do I have to stay the entire time?"
Sara squealed. "Yes! Thank you, thank you! School, and yes you have to stay the entire time. But don't worry, it's going to be fun!" She reassured her mother. "You might want to get into something comfortable, it's sports night, and we're doing insane," She stopped, a guilty look on her face. "I mean, really cool games on the main floor. it starts at 4:30. Thank you!" She ran to her book bag, pulling out her homework. at 4:00 on the dot, Sara had finished her homework and was listening to music.
"Sara?" Stephanie called from somewhere behind her.
"Huh?" Sara turned around, pulling an earbud out.
"Get ready, hon, we're leaving in ten minutes." Sara got up, searching for her shoes.
"Where are my black and green shoes?" She asked to anyone who heard her. Annaleigh stuck her head out from around the corner.
"They're, um, oh, they're next to the computer." Sara ran into the other room, pulling her shoes from under the computer desk and tugging them on eagerly. This is the on night that every student on any school sports team looks forward to from the second they heard about it.
For the next nine minutes and forty-five seconds, Sara sat, staring at the clock tentatively. Finally, at 4:20 exactly, she shot up, running to her mother. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" She bounced up and down, motioning toward the door. "If we don't leave soon, we're not going to be the rush!" As soon as they were on the road, Stephanie was thankful for her daughter's impatience, they had just headed off the work rush. They pulled into the school parking lot and Stephanie headed for the front door.
"Mom, stop!" Sara hissed, pulling her mother back. "Wher we get in decides our teams. The front door is for the people who have no stealth. Follow me." She carefully walked around the back of the school, coming to a stop at a large metal door. "Geniuses." She said sarcastically as she opened the door. "They left the basement door open." She went to head in but Stephanie stopped her.
"What the heck is this?" She asked, completely confused by her daughter's antics.
Sara pullled a piece of paper out of her pocket and read aloud. "All members of any of the echool's sports teams, and their escorts, must report to the audtorium at 4:30. Choice of entrance will result in choice of teams." She stuffed the paper back into her pocket. "Can we go in now?" Stephanie nodded and followed her daughter into the slightly dim basement.
"So why is this such a big thing?" She asked as they started up a flight of stairs.
"Because this is war." Stephanie froze. War?