Fic: Sympathy for the Devil (GH, Molly, Lana, Lila, Lanaverse)
Title: Sympathy for the Devil
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 76 - Sympathy
Pairing/Character(s): Molly, Lana, Lila (mentions of Lana/Jake and Morgan/Lila/Spencer)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sadly, they don't belong to me.
Word Count: 1005
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lanaverse.
Summary: “Tell me you don’t actually buy the poor little rich girl routine.”
Author's Notes: Written for theehochorus.
Molly and Lana sat outside Kelly’s.
“Why are we sitting out here again?” Lana complained, tugging her tank top away from her sweaty skin. “It must be a hundred degrees outside.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “Because someone couldn’t choose a dress while we were at Wyndham’s and when we got here all the tables inside were taken?” She took a drink of her iced tea. “Sound familiar?”
Lana had the grace to look apologetic. “I’m sorry! It just had to be the perfect dress, and nothing was right…”
Molly waved the apology away. “I’m not mad.” She held out a foot so that she and Lana could both admire her new sandals. “Besides, I found these while you were on your quest for the perfect dress, so I really can’t complain.” She narrowed her eyes at Lana speculatively. “You never did tell me what the dress was for, you know…”
Lana blushed. “Didn’t I? I totally meant to,” she stammered, avoiding Molly’s knowing stare.
“And the special occasion would be…” Molly prompted. “I spent six hours at Wyndham’s. I deserve to know.”
“True,” Lana conceded with a laugh. She ran her fingers through the condensation on her water glass nervously. “It’s Jake and I’s eight month anniversary next week, and he promised we’d go somewhere nice.”
Molly arched an eyebrow and looked at Lana expectantly. “Is that all?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lana sniffed, taking a sip of water.
“Oh yes you do,” Molly countered. She leaned across the table and lowered her voice to a whisper. “You’re finally going to have sex with him, aren’t you?”
“Molly!” Lana hissed, looking around frantically for anyone who might have overheard.
Molly sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Please, no one was eavesdropping on us.”
“You don’t know that,” Lana said. “My father has spies everywhere.”
Molly laughed. “I know your dad is overprotective, but I don’t think he’s spying on you.”
Lana snorted. “Want to bet? Every time Jake and I have tried to be alone somewhere for the last month, up pops someone we know. I swear it’s my dads doing.”
“I think you’re being paranoid. You know, you never did answer my question,” Molly observed. “Should I take the non-denial as a yes?”
“Maybe…” Lana hedged. “Let’s just say it’s a strong possibility.”
Molly grinned. “I knew it!”
“Knew what?” A different female voice from behind Lana’s chair asked. “Hello ladies.”
Lana frowned, nervous about how much Lila might have overheard. “Hello Lila,” she said flatly. “What are you doing here?”
“Eating lunch?” Lila said pointedly. “The same thing you are, I imagine.” She smiled at Molly. “How are you today, Molly?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Molly said politely. “How are you?”
“The usual,” Lila said breezily. “How’s Morgan?”
Molly’s eyes narrowed. “He’s fine, as I imagine you know since you were at our house last night,” she reminded.
Lila laughed. “Touché. You girls enjoy your lunch.” She turned and started to walk into the restaurant.
“Wait!” Molly called after her guiltily.
Lila paused and turned her head, hand hovering over the handle. “Yes?”
“Did you want to come eat with us when you’ve got your food?” Molly offered, deliberately ignoring what she knew would be an incredulous look on Lana’s face.
Lila gave a genuine smile in return. “That would be nice, thank you. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She pulled open the door and walked inside.
When she heard the door close, Lana leaned across the table and hissed, “Molly!”
Molly shrugged. “I’m sorry?”
“You know I don’t like her,” Lana said angrily.
“You just don’t like her because you think she was hitting on Jake,” Molly pointed out.
Lana crossed her arms over her chest. “So?”
“So, she might be alright,” Molly said.
“That doesn’t mean we have to be nice to her.”
Molly sighed. “You don’t have to stay.”
Lana just stared.
“I feel bad for her, okay?” Molly defended.
Lana’s jaw dropped. “You feel sorry for her?!” she spluttered. “Tell me you don’t actually buy the poor little rich girl routine.”
“It’s not that,” Molly rushed to explain. “She just doesn’t have any friends here and that must suck.”
“She hasn’t tried to make any friends either,” Lana pointed out. “Well except for Morgan, and I guess she and Spencer have some weird thing going on, but that’s it. She treats the rest of us like we’re beneath her.”
“I know,” Molly sighed. “It’s just that it makes me think about going away to college this fall. I won’t know anyone. What if I can’t make any friends? I don’t want to be the reason she can’t make any here.” Mood shifting, Molly grinned at Lana. “Besides, aren’t you the one always telling me that I’m too nice for my own good?”
Lana laughed. “You are!”
The door to the restaurant opened and Lila walked out, glass of water in hand. She sat down at the table, and smiled hesitantly at the girls.
They all just looked at each other for a moment. Molly turned to Lana and the two girls had a quick staredown.
Finally, Lana sighed and turned to Lila. “So…” she started, smiling too brightly. “I think it’s way too hot to sit outside, and Molly refuses to admit it. Don’t you think she’s just being stubborn?”
Lila laughed, taking a drink of her water. “All you could think of to talk about was the weather?”
Lana looked sheepish. “Yes?”
Lila shook her head. “That’s really very sad.”
Lana started to get angry, but then realized the absurdity of the conversation and began to laugh instead.
Lila and Molly looked confused at first, but found the laughter contagious, and began to laugh themselves.
When the waitress finally came outside with their food, she looked back and forth between the giggling girls with amusement. She walked away from the table wondering what the joke had been.
Sitting at the table, the girls were wondering exactly the same thing.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 76 - Sympathy
Pairing/Character(s): Molly, Lana, Lila (mentions of Lana/Jake and Morgan/Lila/Spencer)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sadly, they don't belong to me.
Word Count: 1005
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lanaverse.
Summary: “Tell me you don’t actually buy the poor little rich girl routine.”
Author's Notes: Written for theehochorus.
Molly and Lana sat outside Kelly’s.
“Why are we sitting out here again?” Lana complained, tugging her tank top away from her sweaty skin. “It must be a hundred degrees outside.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “Because someone couldn’t choose a dress while we were at Wyndham’s and when we got here all the tables inside were taken?” She took a drink of her iced tea. “Sound familiar?”
Lana had the grace to look apologetic. “I’m sorry! It just had to be the perfect dress, and nothing was right…”
Molly waved the apology away. “I’m not mad.” She held out a foot so that she and Lana could both admire her new sandals. “Besides, I found these while you were on your quest for the perfect dress, so I really can’t complain.” She narrowed her eyes at Lana speculatively. “You never did tell me what the dress was for, you know…”
Lana blushed. “Didn’t I? I totally meant to,” she stammered, avoiding Molly’s knowing stare.
“And the special occasion would be…” Molly prompted. “I spent six hours at Wyndham’s. I deserve to know.”
“True,” Lana conceded with a laugh. She ran her fingers through the condensation on her water glass nervously. “It’s Jake and I’s eight month anniversary next week, and he promised we’d go somewhere nice.”
Molly arched an eyebrow and looked at Lana expectantly. “Is that all?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lana sniffed, taking a sip of water.
“Oh yes you do,” Molly countered. She leaned across the table and lowered her voice to a whisper. “You’re finally going to have sex with him, aren’t you?”
“Molly!” Lana hissed, looking around frantically for anyone who might have overheard.
Molly sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Please, no one was eavesdropping on us.”
“You don’t know that,” Lana said. “My father has spies everywhere.”
Molly laughed. “I know your dad is overprotective, but I don’t think he’s spying on you.”
Lana snorted. “Want to bet? Every time Jake and I have tried to be alone somewhere for the last month, up pops someone we know. I swear it’s my dads doing.”
“I think you’re being paranoid. You know, you never did answer my question,” Molly observed. “Should I take the non-denial as a yes?”
“Maybe…” Lana hedged. “Let’s just say it’s a strong possibility.”
Molly grinned. “I knew it!”
“Knew what?” A different female voice from behind Lana’s chair asked. “Hello ladies.”
Lana frowned, nervous about how much Lila might have overheard. “Hello Lila,” she said flatly. “What are you doing here?”
“Eating lunch?” Lila said pointedly. “The same thing you are, I imagine.” She smiled at Molly. “How are you today, Molly?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Molly said politely. “How are you?”
“The usual,” Lila said breezily. “How’s Morgan?”
Molly’s eyes narrowed. “He’s fine, as I imagine you know since you were at our house last night,” she reminded.
Lila laughed. “Touché. You girls enjoy your lunch.” She turned and started to walk into the restaurant.
“Wait!” Molly called after her guiltily.
Lila paused and turned her head, hand hovering over the handle. “Yes?”
“Did you want to come eat with us when you’ve got your food?” Molly offered, deliberately ignoring what she knew would be an incredulous look on Lana’s face.
Lila gave a genuine smile in return. “That would be nice, thank you. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She pulled open the door and walked inside.
When she heard the door close, Lana leaned across the table and hissed, “Molly!”
Molly shrugged. “I’m sorry?”
“You know I don’t like her,” Lana said angrily.
“You just don’t like her because you think she was hitting on Jake,” Molly pointed out.
Lana crossed her arms over her chest. “So?”
“So, she might be alright,” Molly said.
“That doesn’t mean we have to be nice to her.”
Molly sighed. “You don’t have to stay.”
Lana just stared.
“I feel bad for her, okay?” Molly defended.
Lana’s jaw dropped. “You feel sorry for her?!” she spluttered. “Tell me you don’t actually buy the poor little rich girl routine.”
“It’s not that,” Molly rushed to explain. “She just doesn’t have any friends here and that must suck.”
“She hasn’t tried to make any friends either,” Lana pointed out. “Well except for Morgan, and I guess she and Spencer have some weird thing going on, but that’s it. She treats the rest of us like we’re beneath her.”
“I know,” Molly sighed. “It’s just that it makes me think about going away to college this fall. I won’t know anyone. What if I can’t make any friends? I don’t want to be the reason she can’t make any here.” Mood shifting, Molly grinned at Lana. “Besides, aren’t you the one always telling me that I’m too nice for my own good?”
Lana laughed. “You are!”
The door to the restaurant opened and Lila walked out, glass of water in hand. She sat down at the table, and smiled hesitantly at the girls.
They all just looked at each other for a moment. Molly turned to Lana and the two girls had a quick staredown.
Finally, Lana sighed and turned to Lila. “So…” she started, smiling too brightly. “I think it’s way too hot to sit outside, and Molly refuses to admit it. Don’t you think she’s just being stubborn?”
Lila laughed, taking a drink of her water. “All you could think of to talk about was the weather?”
Lana looked sheepish. “Yes?”
Lila shook her head. “That’s really very sad.”
Lana started to get angry, but then realized the absurdity of the conversation and began to laugh instead.
Lila and Molly looked confused at first, but found the laughter contagious, and began to laugh themselves.
When the waitress finally came outside with their food, she looked back and forth between the giggling girls with amusement. She walked away from the table wondering what the joke had been.
Sitting at the table, the girls were wondering exactly the same thing.