Fic: Complex (Multi-Pairing, 11/365, PG-13)
Title: Complex
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita, A.J, Alex, Sabin, Velvet and Christy in this part. Others mentioned.
Prompt: #132 - Milkshake ;; My Table
Word Count: 567
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends and strangers as they get to know each other over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts for notes and watch this space for anything of importance.
They stayed at the beach until sunset, which was also the closing time; Alex, Amy, Christy and A.J seated on the hood of Amy’s car while Josh and Jamie were seated on the hood of Jamie’s jeep. The beach was a particular favorite of Amy and A.J’s, the surf team at Malibu High School having used the spot for competition and practice. So, needless to say, they’d spent a great deal of time here in high school… and so had Christy, since she always seemed to tag along with Amy. But, while Amy had done competitive sports, including swimming and water polo, Christy had done cheerleading. Both siblings had also been active in numerous clubs.
It was in high school that Amy had also met Alex, Punk, Cena, Chris, Christian and Mickie.
Alex, along with Cena, Punk, Chris, Christian and Mickie, had attended Santa Monica High School. Mickie, Chris, Punk and Alex had been in a band together, competing in a local 18 and Under Battle of the Bands LA contest, the youngest of all the bands since they’d only been 14 at the time. Amy had gone out of interest and curiosity, bugging her older brother to drive them there while Christy and A.J tagged along. A.J and Christy had both gotten sick mid-way through the competition, Tyson taking them back while Amy had stuck around.
Amy had been wandering around between sets, running right into Alex near one of the concession stands. Awkward apologies and rushed introductions ensued, a mutual love for music quickly discovered and followed with an exchange of e-mail addresses and cell phone numbers.
“Amy… Are you with us over there?”
“Yeah, sorry…. Just remembering something that happened a while ago.” Sliding off from the hood of the car, she continued, “Have we decided on where else we’re going?”
Jamie wiped the sand from her palms, “home first, so we can all shower properly… I don’t know about all of you, but I really don’t want to hit the clubs smelling like sand and saltwater.”
Josh leaned towards her, pretending to take a whiff, “and sunscreen.”
Jamie rolled her eyes, punching him lightly on the arm, “dork.”
Christy opened the back passenger’s side door of Amy’s car, “well we won’t get very far just standing here…”
A.J opened his mouth to say something when his stomach growled, loudly. “What about dinner?”
“Yeah,” Alex chimed in, “I’m starving.”
Amy rolled her eyes, “that’s because the two of you are always thinking with your stomachs.” Opening the driver’s side door, she said, “We’ll head home now, shower, grab something to eat and then do whatever.”
Alex blinked, “you’d really let me go hungry like that?”
Amy arched an eyebrow, glancing pointedly between Alex and A.J, “the two of you didn’t have to come with us in the first place, remember?”
“And stay there with your psychotic older brother?” Alex made a face, “please. Go to the beach all day with some hot chicks or stick around and possibly get my ass kicked? Let me think about that…”
“Just shut up and get in the car, we’ll stop for a milkshake on the way back to Santa Monica, okay?”
Alex beamed, “see, I knew you loved me.”
Amy snorted, “you just keep telling yourself that, Shelley.”
As Amy and Alex continued to banter, the redhead guided the car back to the highway so they could head back to Santa Monica; Jamie following behind.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita, A.J, Alex, Sabin, Velvet and Christy in this part. Others mentioned.
Prompt: #132 - Milkshake ;; My Table
Word Count: 567
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends and strangers as they get to know each other over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts for notes and watch this space for anything of importance.
They stayed at the beach until sunset, which was also the closing time; Alex, Amy, Christy and A.J seated on the hood of Amy’s car while Josh and Jamie were seated on the hood of Jamie’s jeep. The beach was a particular favorite of Amy and A.J’s, the surf team at Malibu High School having used the spot for competition and practice. So, needless to say, they’d spent a great deal of time here in high school… and so had Christy, since she always seemed to tag along with Amy. But, while Amy had done competitive sports, including swimming and water polo, Christy had done cheerleading. Both siblings had also been active in numerous clubs.
It was in high school that Amy had also met Alex, Punk, Cena, Chris, Christian and Mickie.
Alex, along with Cena, Punk, Chris, Christian and Mickie, had attended Santa Monica High School. Mickie, Chris, Punk and Alex had been in a band together, competing in a local 18 and Under Battle of the Bands LA contest, the youngest of all the bands since they’d only been 14 at the time. Amy had gone out of interest and curiosity, bugging her older brother to drive them there while Christy and A.J tagged along. A.J and Christy had both gotten sick mid-way through the competition, Tyson taking them back while Amy had stuck around.
Amy had been wandering around between sets, running right into Alex near one of the concession stands. Awkward apologies and rushed introductions ensued, a mutual love for music quickly discovered and followed with an exchange of e-mail addresses and cell phone numbers.
“Amy… Are you with us over there?”
“Yeah, sorry…. Just remembering something that happened a while ago.” Sliding off from the hood of the car, she continued, “Have we decided on where else we’re going?”
Jamie wiped the sand from her palms, “home first, so we can all shower properly… I don’t know about all of you, but I really don’t want to hit the clubs smelling like sand and saltwater.”
Josh leaned towards her, pretending to take a whiff, “and sunscreen.”
Jamie rolled her eyes, punching him lightly on the arm, “dork.”
Christy opened the back passenger’s side door of Amy’s car, “well we won’t get very far just standing here…”
A.J opened his mouth to say something when his stomach growled, loudly. “What about dinner?”
“Yeah,” Alex chimed in, “I’m starving.”
Amy rolled her eyes, “that’s because the two of you are always thinking with your stomachs.” Opening the driver’s side door, she said, “We’ll head home now, shower, grab something to eat and then do whatever.”
Alex blinked, “you’d really let me go hungry like that?”
Amy arched an eyebrow, glancing pointedly between Alex and A.J, “the two of you didn’t have to come with us in the first place, remember?”
“And stay there with your psychotic older brother?” Alex made a face, “please. Go to the beach all day with some hot chicks or stick around and possibly get my ass kicked? Let me think about that…”
“Just shut up and get in the car, we’ll stop for a milkshake on the way back to Santa Monica, okay?”
Alex beamed, “see, I knew you loved me.”
Amy snorted, “you just keep telling yourself that, Shelley.”
As Amy and Alex continued to banter, the redhead guided the car back to the highway so they could head back to Santa Monica; Jamie following behind.