Original Fic: Part Two
Title: Muses
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-13
Part: 4/?
Notes: Written for tsuki_no_bara's Original Fic Ficathon.
Amy had a new car. A Corvette. Though that should have been expected; it’d been years since she’d been back home. For that matter, Amy had moved from northern to southern California in the time since she’d left.
“You got a new car,” she noted, hefting her suitcase into the trunk.
“Yeah. The old one was getting ridiculous to maintain. I’m just not a car person.”
“It’s nice.”
“Yeah. You ever get the car you wanted?”
She nodded. “Mark tried to talk me into something ‘more practical’.” She smiled. “He never could talk me into an American car.”
Amy grinned. “Got a Toyota, did you?”
“Of course. A Camry.” Just like her family had always driven. “Red. A real dark red. I like it. And I haven’t yet been caught for speeding.” That was the old joke, right? That red cars were caught more often for speeding?
Amy snorted as she started the engine. “That’s because you don’t speed. You stay at 30 on the streets and 70 on the highway.”
They sat in relative silence as Amy drove through the rain. Did it rain often in December? She couldn’t remember. Maybe it was a product of global warming, or something. They talked often, on the phone and over email and internet blogs, so it wasn’t like they didn’t know pretty much what was going on with each other. It was just things like new cars that slipped through the cracks.
“Can we stop at In-N-Out?” she asked suddenly.
“Sure. That’s right, you haven’t had it in years.”
They ordered from the drive-through, two cheeseburgers, two fries, and one chocolate and one vanilla shake. They ate as they rode, just like they used to back in college when they were roommates and she, not Amy, was driving.
“How’s Mark doing?” Amy asked, getting back on the freeway as she expertly balanced her fries on her lap.
“He’s mad at me.”
“Because you wouldn’t let him come out with you?” A french fry disappeared between Amy’s lipglossed lips, and suddenly she remembered how much prettier Amy had always been. Amy had always had boys after her, even if it was just one or two, and she’d always enjoyed watching the relationships progress.
She’d never really had anyone. Maybe it was a product of her being picky, but guys tended to treat her like one of them, or just a good friend. Few of them seemed interested in romance. It’d been years before she’d found Mark.
“Pretty much,” she sighed, balling her wrapper and stuffing it into one of the greasy paper bags on the floor.
Amy shrugged. “He’ll get over it. He usually does, right? Give him some time and a computer game.”
“I don’t think it’s that simple this time.”
Amy patted her shoulder sympathetically. “I know. You’ll make it through, trust me. I’m here for you if you need me while you’re home.”
She sat back and focused on the road again.
“This is going to be quite a homecoming, isn’t it?”
She didn’t see fit to answer her best friend.
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Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-13
Part: 4/?
Notes: Written for tsuki_no_bara's Original Fic Ficathon.
Amy had a new car. A Corvette. Though that should have been expected; it’d been years since she’d been back home. For that matter, Amy had moved from northern to southern California in the time since she’d left.
“You got a new car,” she noted, hefting her suitcase into the trunk.
“Yeah. The old one was getting ridiculous to maintain. I’m just not a car person.”
“It’s nice.”
“Yeah. You ever get the car you wanted?”
She nodded. “Mark tried to talk me into something ‘more practical’.” She smiled. “He never could talk me into an American car.”
Amy grinned. “Got a Toyota, did you?”
“Of course. A Camry.” Just like her family had always driven. “Red. A real dark red. I like it. And I haven’t yet been caught for speeding.” That was the old joke, right? That red cars were caught more often for speeding?
Amy snorted as she started the engine. “That’s because you don’t speed. You stay at 30 on the streets and 70 on the highway.”
They sat in relative silence as Amy drove through the rain. Did it rain often in December? She couldn’t remember. Maybe it was a product of global warming, or something. They talked often, on the phone and over email and internet blogs, so it wasn’t like they didn’t know pretty much what was going on with each other. It was just things like new cars that slipped through the cracks.
“Can we stop at In-N-Out?” she asked suddenly.
“Sure. That’s right, you haven’t had it in years.”
They ordered from the drive-through, two cheeseburgers, two fries, and one chocolate and one vanilla shake. They ate as they rode, just like they used to back in college when they were roommates and she, not Amy, was driving.
“How’s Mark doing?” Amy asked, getting back on the freeway as she expertly balanced her fries on her lap.
“He’s mad at me.”
“Because you wouldn’t let him come out with you?” A french fry disappeared between Amy’s lipglossed lips, and suddenly she remembered how much prettier Amy had always been. Amy had always had boys after her, even if it was just one or two, and she’d always enjoyed watching the relationships progress.
She’d never really had anyone. Maybe it was a product of her being picky, but guys tended to treat her like one of them, or just a good friend. Few of them seemed interested in romance. It’d been years before she’d found Mark.
“Pretty much,” she sighed, balling her wrapper and stuffing it into one of the greasy paper bags on the floor.
Amy shrugged. “He’ll get over it. He usually does, right? Give him some time and a computer game.”
“I don’t think it’s that simple this time.”
Amy patted her shoulder sympathetically. “I know. You’ll make it through, trust me. I’m here for you if you need me while you’re home.”
She sat back and focused on the road again.
“This is going to be quite a homecoming, isn’t it?”
She didn’t see fit to answer her best friend.
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