FICLET: I've Got a Hunch (It's Not Over) 2/?
I Got a Hunch (It’s Not Over Yet) - 2/?
Fandoms: The OC, Veronica Mars
Characters: Cassidy, Oliver, Lilly, Marissa
Summary: Hell’s too good for people like you. Death’s just the beginning.
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 695
Previous Parts: One
Author's Note: Feedback is crack since this is the total crack. Also, you should know that in my head time moves funky in the afterlife so just go with the fucked up time line. Hopefully it's not too confusing. Also, look for part three tommorrow ;)
You’re wandering around alone - Oliver’s too busy haunting some kid from the ghetto - when you find her. It’s a random body of water that’s full of small lilies and she’s laying on one of two pink floats in the middle. He smirks as he approaches her - staying dry by walking on the water - and she lets out a noise of impatience when you stop in front of her.
‘You’re blocking my sun Cassidy.’
You smirk because her eyes are still closed and yet you knew she’d know the feel of you anywhere.
‘There’s no sun out and you can’t get a tan anyway Lil, you’re dead if you hadn’t noticed.’ He reclines back on the empty float and basks in the warmth of it.
‘Look whose talking psycho. Veronica finally figure out your secrets?’ She gains a smirk of her own on that one, surely being able to figure out how it went down.
‘All but one.’ She finally opens her eyes at this and he allows his smirk to become more profound.
She opens her mouth to say something - obscene and cunning he’s sure - but she’s interrupted by a quieter voice, laced with something he can’t quite place.
‘You’re on my float.’
He cracks an eye open and sees a tall and thin brunette standing above him in a purple bikini. Her expression is bored and he can feel the sadness radiating off, but he can also feel resentment and anger boiling under her surface. He smiles.
‘No sweat.’
It isn’t until he’s back in the waiting room that it hits him that the float was warm. The sky didn’t have a sun, and a ghost doesn’t have body heat… not like someone alive. You give yourself one guess to figure out who Lilly had been talking to before you showed up (and she wasn’t brunette).
The next time you see her, you remind yourself to ask her how she did it.
* * * *
The next time you see Lilly you end up forgetting to ask her how exactly she does her nifty little trick because you‘re distracted. She pops up during a card game between you, Oliver, and some guy Oliver found named Mark - a preppy Latino who kind of smells like cheese.
She’s wearing a low cut dress that shows off her cleavage and her pale skin and it’s not until she leans over the table (to give you all a view, no doubt) that he sees the other girl. Lilly’s pulling her by the wrist and she’s still wearing her purple bikini and that look of boredom and quiet anger.
‘What are you doing here Lilly?’ You're tired of being stuck in the hell that is this purgatory and cranky from the boredom of the same people and the same setting all the time. You're in no mood to deal with her games.
‘Come on lover, you know I can’t resist a good hand of cards.’
‘Shut up Cass, let the pretty lady join in.’ Oliver sits up from where he had been snorting only-God-knows-what under the card table and at that moment Marissa steps out of the shadows to a spot front and center. The guy you’ve known a week stands up so quickly he about knocks the table over. ‘Marissa!’
You bend down to pick up the cards and chips he’s thrown to the floor, choosing to ignore the grating quality of the dark haired boy‘s voice, so loud and melodramatic that it gives away just how high he actually is. When you look back up at him you apart he's really fallen. His polo is wrinkled and halfway un-tucked, one pant leg is shoved into a tennis shoe and he’s giving off the appearance of stumbling without even moving. You wrinkle your nose is distaste.
The brunette, whose name is apparently Marissa, doesn’t move from her spot and her expression doesn’t change but to only open her mouth and then close it again. After a moment she seems to decide your new companion’s not worth addressing.
‘I’ll see you later Lilly.’ She says simply.
Then she’s gone.
Fandoms: The OC, Veronica Mars
Characters: Cassidy, Oliver, Lilly, Marissa
Summary: Hell’s too good for people like you. Death’s just the beginning.
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 695
Previous Parts: One
Author's Note: Feedback is crack since this is the total crack. Also, you should know that in my head time moves funky in the afterlife so just go with the fucked up time line. Hopefully it's not too confusing. Also, look for part three tommorrow ;)
You’re wandering around alone - Oliver’s too busy haunting some kid from the ghetto - when you find her. It’s a random body of water that’s full of small lilies and she’s laying on one of two pink floats in the middle. He smirks as he approaches her - staying dry by walking on the water - and she lets out a noise of impatience when you stop in front of her.
‘You’re blocking my sun Cassidy.’
You smirk because her eyes are still closed and yet you knew she’d know the feel of you anywhere.
‘There’s no sun out and you can’t get a tan anyway Lil, you’re dead if you hadn’t noticed.’ He reclines back on the empty float and basks in the warmth of it.
‘Look whose talking psycho. Veronica finally figure out your secrets?’ She gains a smirk of her own on that one, surely being able to figure out how it went down.
‘All but one.’ She finally opens her eyes at this and he allows his smirk to become more profound.
She opens her mouth to say something - obscene and cunning he’s sure - but she’s interrupted by a quieter voice, laced with something he can’t quite place.
‘You’re on my float.’
He cracks an eye open and sees a tall and thin brunette standing above him in a purple bikini. Her expression is bored and he can feel the sadness radiating off, but he can also feel resentment and anger boiling under her surface. He smiles.
‘No sweat.’
It isn’t until he’s back in the waiting room that it hits him that the float was warm. The sky didn’t have a sun, and a ghost doesn’t have body heat… not like someone alive. You give yourself one guess to figure out who Lilly had been talking to before you showed up (and she wasn’t brunette).
The next time you see her, you remind yourself to ask her how she did it.
* * * *
The next time you see Lilly you end up forgetting to ask her how exactly she does her nifty little trick because you‘re distracted. She pops up during a card game between you, Oliver, and some guy Oliver found named Mark - a preppy Latino who kind of smells like cheese.
She’s wearing a low cut dress that shows off her cleavage and her pale skin and it’s not until she leans over the table (to give you all a view, no doubt) that he sees the other girl. Lilly’s pulling her by the wrist and she’s still wearing her purple bikini and that look of boredom and quiet anger.
‘What are you doing here Lilly?’ You're tired of being stuck in the hell that is this purgatory and cranky from the boredom of the same people and the same setting all the time. You're in no mood to deal with her games.
‘Come on lover, you know I can’t resist a good hand of cards.’
‘Shut up Cass, let the pretty lady join in.’ Oliver sits up from where he had been snorting only-God-knows-what under the card table and at that moment Marissa steps out of the shadows to a spot front and center. The guy you’ve known a week stands up so quickly he about knocks the table over. ‘Marissa!’
You bend down to pick up the cards and chips he’s thrown to the floor, choosing to ignore the grating quality of the dark haired boy‘s voice, so loud and melodramatic that it gives away just how high he actually is. When you look back up at him you apart he's really fallen. His polo is wrinkled and halfway un-tucked, one pant leg is shoved into a tennis shoe and he’s giving off the appearance of stumbling without even moving. You wrinkle your nose is distaste.
The brunette, whose name is apparently Marissa, doesn’t move from her spot and her expression doesn’t change but to only open her mouth and then close it again. After a moment she seems to decide your new companion’s not worth addressing.
‘I’ll see you later Lilly.’ She says simply.
Then she’s gone.