Fandom 5
Fandom 5: Sabrina the Teenage Witch (TV series, probably first series)
Rating: PG for kissing stuff
Disclaimer: Don't own Sabrina or any related characters
Length: 427 words.
Summary: Libby knows Sabrina Spellman is a freak; but she's not giving the whole reason why. One-sided Libby/Sabrina. (Haven't watched this show for years. Hope there's no major errors.)
"Did you see what Sabrina Spellman was wearing this morning?" Jill said, mouth and eyes wide open as she touched up her mascara. "I mean, that skirt looked like she found it in someone's attic."
"Maybe..." Cee Cee pursed her lips, coating them with gloss, before continuing, "... she did. I mean, it's the kind of thing she'd do, right? You know. Like recycling or something."
Libby smiled at her own reflection as she straightened the collar of her cheerleader's uniform. She'd spotted Sabrina Spellman in the halls this morning, and had spent the rest of the morning thinking up put-downs to share with the others.
"I think it settles the question," she said, flicking back her long dark hair and turning to smile at the other two. "Freaks shouldn't wear skirts. It just makes them look even more desperate."
Sabrina Spellman definitely shouldn't wear a skirt.
Libby Chessler had devoted a lot of time, energy and money to scaling the heights of the high school hierarchy. She'd done all the right things - joined the cheerleading squad, made sure she was never seen without make-up and a killer outfit, and ruthlessly crushed anyone who dared oppose her. Any part of her - whether it be friends, tastes, beliefs or idiosyncracies - that hadn't matched the perfection necessary for her to maintain her position had been excised from her life.
It was a source of constant irritation that those images of her grabbing Sabrina Spellman's shoulders, shoving her back against the corridor wall and kissing her, breathing in her smell of mint shampoo and cinnamon, tangling fingers in her blonde hair, those images, were refusing to get out of her head. She would never act on them, and it wasn't like she didn't have a range of guys to sample. It wasn't like she wouldn't enjoy the sampling. It was just that kissing Sabrina was something different, an irritating wish that kept playing in her head like some stupid song. That stupid sweet smile, and the softness of her throat -
"Hello? Libby?"
Libby fixed Cee Cee with a cool glance until the other girl looked away, blushing at having dared to imply that the queen of Westbridge High might be having a blonde moment. "Come on. Let's get to class."
Yes. There was something weird about Sabrina Spellman. There had to be. It wasn't like there could be anything odd about Libby Chessler.
Rating: PG for kissing stuff
Disclaimer: Don't own Sabrina or any related characters
Length: 427 words.
Summary: Libby knows Sabrina Spellman is a freak; but she's not giving the whole reason why. One-sided Libby/Sabrina. (Haven't watched this show for years. Hope there's no major errors.)
"Did you see what Sabrina Spellman was wearing this morning?" Jill said, mouth and eyes wide open as she touched up her mascara. "I mean, that skirt looked like she found it in someone's attic."
"Maybe..." Cee Cee pursed her lips, coating them with gloss, before continuing, "... she did. I mean, it's the kind of thing she'd do, right? You know. Like recycling or something."
Libby smiled at her own reflection as she straightened the collar of her cheerleader's uniform. She'd spotted Sabrina Spellman in the halls this morning, and had spent the rest of the morning thinking up put-downs to share with the others.
"I think it settles the question," she said, flicking back her long dark hair and turning to smile at the other two. "Freaks shouldn't wear skirts. It just makes them look even more desperate."
Sabrina Spellman definitely shouldn't wear a skirt.
Libby Chessler had devoted a lot of time, energy and money to scaling the heights of the high school hierarchy. She'd done all the right things - joined the cheerleading squad, made sure she was never seen without make-up and a killer outfit, and ruthlessly crushed anyone who dared oppose her. Any part of her - whether it be friends, tastes, beliefs or idiosyncracies - that hadn't matched the perfection necessary for her to maintain her position had been excised from her life.
It was a source of constant irritation that those images of her grabbing Sabrina Spellman's shoulders, shoving her back against the corridor wall and kissing her, breathing in her smell of mint shampoo and cinnamon, tangling fingers in her blonde hair, those images, were refusing to get out of her head. She would never act on them, and it wasn't like she didn't have a range of guys to sample. It wasn't like she wouldn't enjoy the sampling. It was just that kissing Sabrina was something different, an irritating wish that kept playing in her head like some stupid song. That stupid sweet smile, and the softness of her throat -
"Hello? Libby?"
Libby fixed Cee Cee with a cool glance until the other girl looked away, blushing at having dared to imply that the queen of Westbridge High might be having a blonde moment. "Come on. Let's get to class."
Yes. There was something weird about Sabrina Spellman. There had to be. It wasn't like there could be anything odd about Libby Chessler.