Fic: Complex (36/365, Multi Pairing, 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, Alex and Tyson in this part; others mentioned
Prompt: #116 - Words ;; My Table
Word Count: 532
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends 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.
The Sunday Surf Club heads to Venice Beach, just south of the apartment complex in Santa Monica. Christy, A.J, Tyson, Jamie, Josh, Alex and Amy return later in the day so they can people watch and take in the general insanity that is Venice Beach. Currently, A.J and Christy were having a caricature sketch done, Jamie and Josh were shopping while Alex, Amy and Tyson were watching a street performer.
Alex glances over his shoulder to find Tyson glaring at him, “dude, what is your problem?”
Tyson narrowed his eyes, “your hand is in the back pocket of my sister’s shorts.”
“So? Have you seen the hickey on Christy’s neck? Why aren’t you after A.J?”
“Because I can see both of his hands right now.”
Amy sighed, “Ty please, back off? He’s not bothering me.”
Alex looked positively smug, “see? She doesn’t mind.”
Tyson groaned, “You try anything stupid when I’m around and I will duct tape your mouth shut, tie your hands to your ankles, cover you in honey and leave you on an ant hill.”
“Well, I’ll just make sure you aren’t watching,” Alex said and then rolled his eyes, “didn’t you use that threat on me before? Sophomore year of high school, I think?” With his free hand, he waved off the threat, “you really need some new material.”
Amy tweaked his ear, “would you stop? You aren’t making this any easier, you know.”
“What are you going to do? Spank me?” He wiggled his eyebrows, “you can’t exactly cut me off since we aren’t having sex.” Alex leaned in to steal a kiss, “face it babe, you’re stuck with me.”
“How long are you two planning on carrying on with this stupid idea?”
“As long as it takes for Matt to crawl back into the cave he lives in.”
“What he said,” Amy confirmed to her brother. “So until that happens, I would really appreciate it if you would leave Alex alone, please? Try to get along with him, for my sake?”
Tyson scowled, crossing his arms, “…fine.”
“Thank you,” she replied, perching up on tiptoe to kiss her brother’s cheek.
“Hey? Where’s my kiss?”
“Are you really trying to piss my brother off?”
The grin on Alex’s face was decidedly lecherous, “if I wanted to do that, my hand would be up your shirt.”
Amy smiled sweetly, “and you would be curled up in the fetal position on the sidewalk.”
“Oh you’re no fun…”
“Your hand has been in the back pocket of my shorts since we got here.”
“And?”
Tyson practically growled, “You’re lucky that your hand is still attached to your wrist, Shelley.”
Amy nodded, reaching into the back pocket of Alex’s jean shorts for his wallet, taking out some money to give to the street performer. “Now let’s go, there’s a milkshake with my name on it somewhere.”
“I feel so violated,” Alex whined over dramatically, “you’re just using me for the money, aren’t you?”
Amy rolled her eyes, the pair and Tyson walking on in silence before they caught up with A.J and Christy and then eventually to go find Jamie and Josh so they could figure out what to do for dinner.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita, Alex and Tyson in this part; others mentioned
Prompt: #116 - Words ;; My Table
Word Count: 532
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends 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.
The Sunday Surf Club heads to Venice Beach, just south of the apartment complex in Santa Monica. Christy, A.J, Tyson, Jamie, Josh, Alex and Amy return later in the day so they can people watch and take in the general insanity that is Venice Beach. Currently, A.J and Christy were having a caricature sketch done, Jamie and Josh were shopping while Alex, Amy and Tyson were watching a street performer.
Alex glances over his shoulder to find Tyson glaring at him, “dude, what is your problem?”
Tyson narrowed his eyes, “your hand is in the back pocket of my sister’s shorts.”
“So? Have you seen the hickey on Christy’s neck? Why aren’t you after A.J?”
“Because I can see both of his hands right now.”
Amy sighed, “Ty please, back off? He’s not bothering me.”
Alex looked positively smug, “see? She doesn’t mind.”
Tyson groaned, “You try anything stupid when I’m around and I will duct tape your mouth shut, tie your hands to your ankles, cover you in honey and leave you on an ant hill.”
“Well, I’ll just make sure you aren’t watching,” Alex said and then rolled his eyes, “didn’t you use that threat on me before? Sophomore year of high school, I think?” With his free hand, he waved off the threat, “you really need some new material.”
Amy tweaked his ear, “would you stop? You aren’t making this any easier, you know.”
“What are you going to do? Spank me?” He wiggled his eyebrows, “you can’t exactly cut me off since we aren’t having sex.” Alex leaned in to steal a kiss, “face it babe, you’re stuck with me.”
“How long are you two planning on carrying on with this stupid idea?”
“As long as it takes for Matt to crawl back into the cave he lives in.”
“What he said,” Amy confirmed to her brother. “So until that happens, I would really appreciate it if you would leave Alex alone, please? Try to get along with him, for my sake?”
Tyson scowled, crossing his arms, “…fine.”
“Thank you,” she replied, perching up on tiptoe to kiss her brother’s cheek.
“Hey? Where’s my kiss?”
“Are you really trying to piss my brother off?”
The grin on Alex’s face was decidedly lecherous, “if I wanted to do that, my hand would be up your shirt.”
Amy smiled sweetly, “and you would be curled up in the fetal position on the sidewalk.”
“Oh you’re no fun…”
“Your hand has been in the back pocket of my shorts since we got here.”
“And?”
Tyson practically growled, “You’re lucky that your hand is still attached to your wrist, Shelley.”
Amy nodded, reaching into the back pocket of Alex’s jean shorts for his wallet, taking out some money to give to the street performer. “Now let’s go, there’s a milkshake with my name on it somewhere.”
“I feel so violated,” Alex whined over dramatically, “you’re just using me for the money, aren’t you?”
Amy rolled her eyes, the pair and Tyson walking on in silence before they caught up with A.J and Christy and then eventually to go find Jamie and Josh so they could figure out what to do for dinner.