Cherry Chocolate Chip 13: The Other Gold
Title: The Other Gold
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cherry chocolate chip 13 (wonder), malt (Marina's cookie crumbs request), pocky chain, cookie crumbs (Ivy's view of Keep the Old), fresh peaches (Out socially with old friends, you meet new friends in new places where new faces smile.).
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG.
Summary: Ivy's life changes.
Notes: Title once again from that Girl Scout song.
"Okay, why the hell do you want to go back to that club?" Ivy asked, disgusted. "It was terrible! All the girls were straight!"
On the other end, Aaron laughed. "Yes, well, they're willing to pay us, and money is good. You want to come or not?"
"I guess I should," she said, and sighed. "Support you and the band. But Jesus, the Varsity was bad. Promise me you'll never go there again."
"In a social context, sure," he said. "Workwise, I go where the money is."
"Well, if you're that invested in food," she said, and he laughed again.
--
She didn’t bother to do much with herself; she was only going to support Aaron and then she was so out of there. She brushed her hair and left it loose around her shoulders, pulled on the same little black dress she always wore when she didn't care, and grabbed a pair of leggings and the strappy little heels that gave her some extra height. Enough that people wouldn't always card her, anyway.
Ugh. She really didn't want to go.
But she'd promised, so she would. Anyway, Aaron still owed her drinks from the last round of basketball he'd lost.
--
Ivy's annoyance with the world only increased with the bus and subway ride into the city. Delays, traffic-- okay, it was New York, but this was worse than usual-- and a bitchy chick on the subway. Stupid Aaron. She upped his tally of drinks owed considerably.
Even clopping down the sidewalk toward the club, she regretted coming. She had work to do. Grad school finances to sort out. Her new degree to admire. Many things, all more important than this.
Then she spotted Olivia, talking to a tall blonde girl so gorgeous she lost her breath, and her attitude changed.
--
The girl looked just as stunned as Ivy was, which was ridiculous, because Ivy wasn't anywhere near as gorgeous as she was and both of them had to know it. And God, she was beautiful, soft pale hair and eyes the color of sapphires, perfectly set off by a blue dress that made those eyes bluer. Even discounting the heels that both of them wore, she was several inches taller than Ivy.
God, she was perfect. And somehow familiar.
Olivia was saying something, and she blinked, made herself focus.
It would come to her. Eventually.
Meanwhile, she could just... look.
--
It came to her halfway through a conversation about Aaron's suckage at basketball and alcohol. Ivy hadn't been paying much attention, so she didn't remember exactly what it was about.
But she did remember a girl with endless legs and a scarlet dress, too perfect to be real and too real to be a fantasy, who'd been inexplicably looking at her. Girls like that didn't look at her. Girls like that were either straight or taken. Girls like that...
This girl was looking at her. And had before.
"Oh," Ivy said, a little breathlessly. "That's where I've seen you before."
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cherry chocolate chip 13 (wonder), malt (Marina's cookie crumbs request), pocky chain, cookie crumbs (Ivy's view of Keep the Old), fresh peaches (Out socially with old friends, you meet new friends in new places where new faces smile.).
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG.
Summary: Ivy's life changes.
Notes: Title once again from that Girl Scout song.
"Okay, why the hell do you want to go back to that club?" Ivy asked, disgusted. "It was terrible! All the girls were straight!"
On the other end, Aaron laughed. "Yes, well, they're willing to pay us, and money is good. You want to come or not?"
"I guess I should," she said, and sighed. "Support you and the band. But Jesus, the Varsity was bad. Promise me you'll never go there again."
"In a social context, sure," he said. "Workwise, I go where the money is."
"Well, if you're that invested in food," she said, and he laughed again.
--
She didn’t bother to do much with herself; she was only going to support Aaron and then she was so out of there. She brushed her hair and left it loose around her shoulders, pulled on the same little black dress she always wore when she didn't care, and grabbed a pair of leggings and the strappy little heels that gave her some extra height. Enough that people wouldn't always card her, anyway.
Ugh. She really didn't want to go.
But she'd promised, so she would. Anyway, Aaron still owed her drinks from the last round of basketball he'd lost.
--
Ivy's annoyance with the world only increased with the bus and subway ride into the city. Delays, traffic-- okay, it was New York, but this was worse than usual-- and a bitchy chick on the subway. Stupid Aaron. She upped his tally of drinks owed considerably.
Even clopping down the sidewalk toward the club, she regretted coming. She had work to do. Grad school finances to sort out. Her new degree to admire. Many things, all more important than this.
Then she spotted Olivia, talking to a tall blonde girl so gorgeous she lost her breath, and her attitude changed.
--
The girl looked just as stunned as Ivy was, which was ridiculous, because Ivy wasn't anywhere near as gorgeous as she was and both of them had to know it. And God, she was beautiful, soft pale hair and eyes the color of sapphires, perfectly set off by a blue dress that made those eyes bluer. Even discounting the heels that both of them wore, she was several inches taller than Ivy.
God, she was perfect. And somehow familiar.
Olivia was saying something, and she blinked, made herself focus.
It would come to her. Eventually.
Meanwhile, she could just... look.
--
It came to her halfway through a conversation about Aaron's suckage at basketball and alcohol. Ivy hadn't been paying much attention, so she didn't remember exactly what it was about.
But she did remember a girl with endless legs and a scarlet dress, too perfect to be real and too real to be a fantasy, who'd been inexplicably looking at her. Girls like that didn't look at her. Girls like that were either straight or taken. Girls like that...
This girl was looking at her. And had before.
"Oh," Ivy said, a little breathlessly. "That's where I've seen you before."