Fic: Complex (45/365, 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 in this part
Prompt: #183 - Nickname ;; My Table
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, by checking this tag for past notes. I blame the muses, one in particular, for any upcoming sanity.
Much later that night, they’re watching a cheesy made for tv movie on SyFy, Alex falling asleep midway through…. But not before he’s commented on Amy’s sleeping attire and particularly the Santa Monica High School t-shirt she’s wearing.
There’s a commercial break, Amy adjusting the blanket that was haphazardly covering her currently sleeping roommate.
She’s startled when his iPhone goes off, surprised even further when she identifies the caller as her brother.
“Hello?”
“Amy?”
“Yes? What’s up?”
“Why are you answering Shelley’s phone?”
Amy seated herself on her bed, tucking her legs beneath her, “well, obviously… I’m with Alex. As in, he’s in the same room, in another bed, asleep. Which is why I’m answering his phone.” A beat passed as she plucked at a frayed end of the blanket. “What’s up?”
Back in Santa Monica, Tyson clenched his jaw, “what’s up? You take off the rest of the afternoon, you don’t show up for dinner, you leave no note explaining where you’ve gone and you’re asking me, what’s up?”
She sighed, “I took the afternoon off, cleared my work schedule for the rest of the week, stopped at home to grab a few things and that’s really all there is to it.” Amy toyed with her own phone, which was currently off. “Look, I get that you’re worried but I’m 24. I’m not a little girl anymore and I don’t need you to look after me, okay?”
Tyson rubbed a hand over his face, “I know you aren’t but…”
“But what? You don’t trust Alex, is that it?”
“Amy-“
“No, spit it out, Ty. What’s the issue?”
Tyson sunk down onto the couch, holding a framed picture of himself with his two sisters. “Last time the two of you pulled a stunt like this, you and Shelley ended up at the hospital.”
Amy pinched the bridge of her nose, “and for the last time, Tyson, that wasn’t Alex’s fault. We got rear ended.” She uncurled her legs, wiggling her toes a little. “I get that this might be hard for you to believe but, he’s just as protective as you are sometimes and he thought I could use the break… and he’s right.” Tracing a pattern on the comforter with her index finger, she continued, “I really don’t know what else I should tell you or what else I can tell you.”
Tyson set the picture back down on the side-table, right next to one of Amy, A.J, Christy and Alex. “Just come home safe, please?”
“I will,” a pause, “I promise.” There was another long pause, “love you, Brother Bear.”
“Love you too, Ames.”
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita & Alex in this part
Prompt: #183 - Nickname ;; My Table
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, by checking this tag for past notes. I blame the muses, one in particular, for any upcoming sanity.
Much later that night, they’re watching a cheesy made for tv movie on SyFy, Alex falling asleep midway through…. But not before he’s commented on Amy’s sleeping attire and particularly the Santa Monica High School t-shirt she’s wearing.
There’s a commercial break, Amy adjusting the blanket that was haphazardly covering her currently sleeping roommate.
She’s startled when his iPhone goes off, surprised even further when she identifies the caller as her brother.
“Hello?”
“Amy?”
“Yes? What’s up?”
“Why are you answering Shelley’s phone?”
Amy seated herself on her bed, tucking her legs beneath her, “well, obviously… I’m with Alex. As in, he’s in the same room, in another bed, asleep. Which is why I’m answering his phone.” A beat passed as she plucked at a frayed end of the blanket. “What’s up?”
Back in Santa Monica, Tyson clenched his jaw, “what’s up? You take off the rest of the afternoon, you don’t show up for dinner, you leave no note explaining where you’ve gone and you’re asking me, what’s up?”
She sighed, “I took the afternoon off, cleared my work schedule for the rest of the week, stopped at home to grab a few things and that’s really all there is to it.” Amy toyed with her own phone, which was currently off. “Look, I get that you’re worried but I’m 24. I’m not a little girl anymore and I don’t need you to look after me, okay?”
Tyson rubbed a hand over his face, “I know you aren’t but…”
“But what? You don’t trust Alex, is that it?”
“Amy-“
“No, spit it out, Ty. What’s the issue?”
Tyson sunk down onto the couch, holding a framed picture of himself with his two sisters. “Last time the two of you pulled a stunt like this, you and Shelley ended up at the hospital.”
Amy pinched the bridge of her nose, “and for the last time, Tyson, that wasn’t Alex’s fault. We got rear ended.” She uncurled her legs, wiggling her toes a little. “I get that this might be hard for you to believe but, he’s just as protective as you are sometimes and he thought I could use the break… and he’s right.” Tracing a pattern on the comforter with her index finger, she continued, “I really don’t know what else I should tell you or what else I can tell you.”
Tyson set the picture back down on the side-table, right next to one of Amy, A.J, Christy and Alex. “Just come home safe, please?”
“I will,” a pause, “I promise.” There was another long pause, “love you, Brother Bear.”
“Love you too, Ames.”