Edge of Seventeen (Part 4)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 4)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 623 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta'd by csifreak90
Samantha's sound asleep, crumpled awkwardly in the backseat of her car when she hears a knock on her Plexiglas front window.
Her eyes open wide and shut again trying to block out the blazing sun. She wonders how long she slept for - where is she? - and more importantly, who is knocking?
She fumbles, rolls nearly, into the front seat, hitting the power window button on her way.
"How long have you been here?" Lindsay says, poking her head into the car. Samantha's got a sweater wrapped around her shoulders like a cape, a mess of hair tangled around her face. One sock hangs from the steering wheel. She has to laugh.
Samantha groans, stretching her mouth and forcing it to work. "A while. What time is it?" She pulls her stray sock onto her foot and brushing through her hair with both hands.
"Almost 9. I thought you left and went home." Lindsay opens the passenger door and climbs inside the car to sit.
"I did leave. And then I came back. I needed-" Samantha begins, until she sees what she perceives as vandalism all over the front of Lindsay's house. Colourful pieces of tissue are strewn across the lawn, in the trees and cars are parked, lining the streets.
Lindsay looks at her expectantly, waiting for her to finish the thought.
"What happened? Did you call the cops? I think someone TP'd your house!"
Lindsay laughs, hand on her forehead as she waves to someone across the street. "It's not toilet paper, silly. They're streamers. There are balloons inside too."
Samantha raises one eyebrow, and rubs the side of her face. It's warm and most likely red from being pressed against a leather seat for hours.
"I'm having a birthday party."
It's still early and Samantha's brain isn't quite functioning fully. "Whose party is it?"
Lindsay climbs out of the car, leaving the door open. "Mine. I just turned 18. Now get out and come meet my guests!"
Samantha stays sitting in her car, jaw dropped as she watches the girl greet her friends. It feels a bit like the twilight zone - she knows it's not coincidence. Of course Lindsay's birthday still would have been today even if she hadn't hoped upon hope that the girl would miraculously be eighteen when she woke up. But she did wish on that shooting star...
She tries to fix her clothes, at least make herself more presentable, and steps out of the car. Several cars line the street and others drive by, frantically searching for somewhere to park. She's impressed to have the best spot in the neighbourhood - right beside the mailbox.
Lindsay glows as she speaks to each of her guests individually, on occasion catching a glimpse of Samantha in passing. She smiles shyly when she does, causing Samantha's heart to beat in overdrive. The girl looks older, she thinks. It's impossible for her to have changed that much in less than 12 hours, but Samantha has no reason not to trust her eyes.
She stands awkwardly on the sidewalk, unsure of where to go and what to do. None of these people look familiar. Many of them walk past her in their glam party dresses, looking disapprovingly at her slept-in attire.
On her way toward the house, Lindsay affectionately squeezes Samantha's upper arm and smiles. "So what were you saying before? You needed to...?"
Her eyes sparkle with the sun. Samantha's suddenly glad that she chose to sleep in her car. She wouldn't have wanted to miss this for the world.
She leans carefully forward, her palm on the girl's lower back as she gives her a hug, a soft kiss on her cheekbone. "Oh, nothing important. Happy birthday."
And on that note, I'm graduating biiiitches!
Enjoy, be back sometime tomorrow :)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 623 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta'd by csifreak90
Samantha's sound asleep, crumpled awkwardly in the backseat of her car when she hears a knock on her Plexiglas front window.
Her eyes open wide and shut again trying to block out the blazing sun. She wonders how long she slept for - where is she? - and more importantly, who is knocking?
She fumbles, rolls nearly, into the front seat, hitting the power window button on her way.
"How long have you been here?" Lindsay says, poking her head into the car. Samantha's got a sweater wrapped around her shoulders like a cape, a mess of hair tangled around her face. One sock hangs from the steering wheel. She has to laugh.
Samantha groans, stretching her mouth and forcing it to work. "A while. What time is it?" She pulls her stray sock onto her foot and brushing through her hair with both hands.
"Almost 9. I thought you left and went home." Lindsay opens the passenger door and climbs inside the car to sit.
"I did leave. And then I came back. I needed-" Samantha begins, until she sees what she perceives as vandalism all over the front of Lindsay's house. Colourful pieces of tissue are strewn across the lawn, in the trees and cars are parked, lining the streets.
Lindsay looks at her expectantly, waiting for her to finish the thought.
"What happened? Did you call the cops? I think someone TP'd your house!"
Lindsay laughs, hand on her forehead as she waves to someone across the street. "It's not toilet paper, silly. They're streamers. There are balloons inside too."
Samantha raises one eyebrow, and rubs the side of her face. It's warm and most likely red from being pressed against a leather seat for hours.
"I'm having a birthday party."
It's still early and Samantha's brain isn't quite functioning fully. "Whose party is it?"
Lindsay climbs out of the car, leaving the door open. "Mine. I just turned 18. Now get out and come meet my guests!"
Samantha stays sitting in her car, jaw dropped as she watches the girl greet her friends. It feels a bit like the twilight zone - she knows it's not coincidence. Of course Lindsay's birthday still would have been today even if she hadn't hoped upon hope that the girl would miraculously be eighteen when she woke up. But she did wish on that shooting star...
She tries to fix her clothes, at least make herself more presentable, and steps out of the car. Several cars line the street and others drive by, frantically searching for somewhere to park. She's impressed to have the best spot in the neighbourhood - right beside the mailbox.
Lindsay glows as she speaks to each of her guests individually, on occasion catching a glimpse of Samantha in passing. She smiles shyly when she does, causing Samantha's heart to beat in overdrive. The girl looks older, she thinks. It's impossible for her to have changed that much in less than 12 hours, but Samantha has no reason not to trust her eyes.
She stands awkwardly on the sidewalk, unsure of where to go and what to do. None of these people look familiar. Many of them walk past her in their glam party dresses, looking disapprovingly at her slept-in attire.
On her way toward the house, Lindsay affectionately squeezes Samantha's upper arm and smiles. "So what were you saying before? You needed to...?"
Her eyes sparkle with the sun. Samantha's suddenly glad that she chose to sleep in her car. She wouldn't have wanted to miss this for the world.
She leans carefully forward, her palm on the girl's lower back as she gives her a hug, a soft kiss on her cheekbone. "Oh, nothing important. Happy birthday."
And on that note, I'm graduating biiiitches!
Enjoy, be back sometime tomorrow :)