26 Is The New 4 (Part 3/5) - The Devil Wears Prada
Title: 26 Is The New 4
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Andy/Miranda, general
Prompts: Written for the alphabet drabble challenge over at dvlwears_prada.
Word Count: All 100 words, so far!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or any of the characters associated with it. I'm just playing with them. I also don't own the songs 'Kiss' or 'Honey Bun' or the movie 'Pretty Woman'.
Author's Note: Why yes, I am a musical nerd, thanks for noticing. ;-)
K is for kiss
Miranda could pinpoint the exact moment she realized she was in love with Andrea.
She came home early one evening and found Andrea already in the bathroom, soaking in the large Jacuzzi bathtub, bubbles everywhere, singing along with her iPod. "I just want your extra time and your..." Miranda captured her lips.
She removed the earphones with a smile.
"Prince, Andrea? Really?"
"I -"
"Have been watching Pretty Woman too much." The girl had questionable taste in movies, at best.
Andrea blushed red, and as Miranda watched her head disappear under the bubbles, she knew she was a goner.
L is for letter
Sometimes, Andy wished that she could write her former self a letter. She would slip it into some special spot, and then her former self would find it - a note from the future.
She would write that loving Miranda was okay and even though it didn't seem like it, her friends and family would eventually come around. And that the key to the girls' hearts was ice cream, music and listening when they talked. And that no matter what she might think now, her future was going to be full of more happiness than she had ever dreamed of before.
M is for mayhem
"Six, what do you say to watching movies this weekend?" Which really meant, what do you say to getting really drunk over the pretense of watching movies this weekend?
Andy went over her schedule in her mind quickly. "Sure. On one condition."
"Which is?"
"No movies with murder and mayhem. I get enough of that here."
"If it's anything like the last time, you'll be too drunk to know what's playing." Nigel teased. "Besides," he looked pointedly at Miranda's office, where she was currently ripping the editorial staff apart, "you know you love it."
Andy grinned. "Yeah. I do."
N is for narrow
Since she had started working for Miranda, an old showtune kept popping into Andy's head at the most inopportune times.
When Miranda descended the stairs at the benefit. Where she's narrow, she is narrow as an arrow. And she's broad, where a broad, should be broad.
When she pursed her lips. Her lips are pips.
When she walked through the office. I call her hips, twirly and whirly.
And when Miranda would pin her with her gaze. I am caught and I don't want to run.
Somehow though, she was pretty sure Miranda would never accept being called Honey Bun.
O is for oil
They were completely different, and she was beginning to see that they couldn't mix. She couldn't stand the clothes Andrea wore or the carbs Andrea ate or the tasks Andrea accomplished when she couldn't.
The girl thought they could be friends. She tried to make conversation. But Emily wanted nothing to do with her and her awful clothes and her fat thighs and her uncanny ability to beat Emily at everything.
They were oil and water, that was all there was to it. Not meant to mix. And it seemed that Andrea was the oil, always coming out on top.
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Andy/Miranda, general
Prompts: Written for the alphabet drabble challenge over at dvlwears_prada.
Word Count: All 100 words, so far!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or any of the characters associated with it. I'm just playing with them. I also don't own the songs 'Kiss' or 'Honey Bun' or the movie 'Pretty Woman'.
Author's Note: Why yes, I am a musical nerd, thanks for noticing. ;-)
K is for kiss
Miranda could pinpoint the exact moment she realized she was in love with Andrea.
She came home early one evening and found Andrea already in the bathroom, soaking in the large Jacuzzi bathtub, bubbles everywhere, singing along with her iPod. "I just want your extra time and your..." Miranda captured her lips.
She removed the earphones with a smile.
"Prince, Andrea? Really?"
"I -"
"Have been watching Pretty Woman too much." The girl had questionable taste in movies, at best.
Andrea blushed red, and as Miranda watched her head disappear under the bubbles, she knew she was a goner.
L is for letter
Sometimes, Andy wished that she could write her former self a letter. She would slip it into some special spot, and then her former self would find it - a note from the future.
She would write that loving Miranda was okay and even though it didn't seem like it, her friends and family would eventually come around. And that the key to the girls' hearts was ice cream, music and listening when they talked. And that no matter what she might think now, her future was going to be full of more happiness than she had ever dreamed of before.
M is for mayhem
"Six, what do you say to watching movies this weekend?" Which really meant, what do you say to getting really drunk over the pretense of watching movies this weekend?
Andy went over her schedule in her mind quickly. "Sure. On one condition."
"Which is?"
"No movies with murder and mayhem. I get enough of that here."
"If it's anything like the last time, you'll be too drunk to know what's playing." Nigel teased. "Besides," he looked pointedly at Miranda's office, where she was currently ripping the editorial staff apart, "you know you love it."
Andy grinned. "Yeah. I do."
N is for narrow
Since she had started working for Miranda, an old showtune kept popping into Andy's head at the most inopportune times.
When Miranda descended the stairs at the benefit. Where she's narrow, she is narrow as an arrow. And she's broad, where a broad, should be broad.
When she pursed her lips. Her lips are pips.
When she walked through the office. I call her hips, twirly and whirly.
And when Miranda would pin her with her gaze. I am caught and I don't want to run.
Somehow though, she was pretty sure Miranda would never accept being called Honey Bun.
O is for oil
They were completely different, and she was beginning to see that they couldn't mix. She couldn't stand the clothes Andrea wore or the carbs Andrea ate or the tasks Andrea accomplished when she couldn't.
The girl thought they could be friends. She tried to make conversation. But Emily wanted nothing to do with her and her awful clothes and her fat thighs and her uncanny ability to beat Emily at everything.
They were oil and water, that was all there was to it. Not meant to mix. And it seemed that Andrea was the oil, always coming out on top.