Claudia round fic
Author: 
uglyterrance
Pairing: Claudia/Stacey
Timeline: Post series/high school
Rating: PG
Words: 1124
Disclaimer: Ann M. Martin owns the characters, I just borrowed them.
Summary: For
Kiz who asked for Claudia and Stacey with Stacey's previous (or current) relationships with boys; jealousy
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me he would be here!” I said harshly to Stacey as I pulled her outside into the freezing night air
“I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you,” she replied
“Can you blame me? Whenever we go anywhere with boys you forget all about me and spend the night swooning over them!”
Stacey was hopping on either foot and rubbing her hands together because it was so cold in the ally with wind swirling all around us. I felt like grabbing her and pulling her into a hug to warm her up but I was too mad. She was always lying to me about spending time with boys, we always used to call her ‘Boy-Crazy Stacey’ but I thought that would change when we started going out. I was wrong.
“Daniel got me the tickets for the concert. He got three of them, I couldn’t exactly not invite him.”
“Fine, but you didn’t have to lie to me about it. This is just like the time we went to Fire Island and you didn’t tell me Robert would be there!”
“Why do you always have to bring Robert into the argument? I broke up with him two years ago to be with you! Plus this is nothing like what happened then because Daniel and I are not going out, we’re just friends.” Stacey said, getting impatient. I think she just wanted to get back inside to the concert and to be with Daniel.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re just friends. That’s what you said about Frankie until he tried to get kiss you,” I reminded her.
“Claudia, seriously, you have issues. How many times do I have to say that nothing happened with Frankie and me? Why won’t you believe me?”
“Because I love you so much and I can’t stand the thought of any one else, especially a guy, being close to you.” But, of course I couldn’t say that to her. We didn’t talk about things like that in our relationship, I think Stacey just wanted a casual thing and I wanted to be with her so much that I accepted that and didn’t say things like “I love you” because I was scared of loosing her.
“Claudia, why won’t you believe me?”
“Because you care more about all the boys at Stoneybrook High School than you do about me!” I hoped it wasn’t true but I said it anyway.
“You are so melodramatic! I can’t stand this jealousy anymore Claudia, you make everything just too difficult. You are always accusing me of things I haven’t done and dredging up issues from the past. We can’t be in a relationship if you don’t trust me!” Stacey said angrily and thrust her arms up in the air like when she’s trying to help me with my math homework and I just don’t understand.
Melo...what? I was staring at the pavement thinking about what to say to her and when I looked up she was gone. “She must have gone back inside to be with Daniel,” I thought tearfully.
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Later that night I was in my bedroom attempting to paint, but I was too depressed about the thought of Stacey with Daniel at the concert that I couldn’t get inspired. Instead I curled up under my doona with a mars bar and tried not to think about Stacey. Just as I was getting her out of my head and was thinking about the art retreat I was going on in the summer there was a quiet knock at the door.
“Come in.” Stacey slipped into my room, closed the door behind her, and leant against it looking at me with her deep blue eyes. She looked magnificent. I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing earlier at the concert because I was so mad. She had on tight black leather pants with a navy tank top and a white, ripped up men’s business shirt hanging loosely over the top. She was wearing dark eye makeup and had recently got black streaks through her thick blond hair making her look kind of gothic. On any other girl this look might have been skanky. But Stacey, with her style and class, pulled it off brilliantly.
“Any of that mars bar left for me?”
“Stace, you know you can’t…”
“I know, I know,” she said with a slight laugh. “I thought you might have come back into the concert.”
“I figured you just wanted to be there with Daniel.” I said bitterly.
She ignored my tone and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that he got me the tickets and that I invited him to come with us. I really wanted to watch the concert with you and if Itold you he was going to be there you wouldn’t have come, would you?
“Well, no,” I replied.
“Exactly. Look, I’m sorry I lied but you are going to have to start giving me a lot more credit especially when it comes to my friendships with guys. I want this relationship to work, I love you, but we can’t be together if you don’t trust me.”
“What did you say?” I asked in disbelief
“You need to be able to trust me.”
“No, not that, the other thing.”
“I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I thought you knew that.”
“Oh, Stacey, I’m really sorry for not trusting you and for always picking fights.” I moved over to where she was still leaning against my bedroom door, “I love you too.”
Stacey stepped towards me and brushed some long strands of hair away from my face with one of her hands. She slid her other hand around my waist and moved her fingers up and down my back in long, lazy strokes. I ran both my hands through her black streaked hair and I pushed her softly up against the door. I leaned in to kiss her and we stayed pressed together, lips exploring each others mouths and chins and necks, for quite a long time.
We finally broke apart gasping for air and Stacey said, “seriously, I want some of that mars bar.”
I grabbed the remainder of the mars bar off the bed and waved it in front of her face. “What, this mars bar?” I asked with a smile. Stacey lunged at me and I fell onto the bed laughing as Stacey pounced on top of me grabbing for the mars bar. We wrestled for awhile until I purposely dropped the candy bar down the side of the bed. I pulled Stacey into my arms, she laid her head on my chest and I lay there thinking about how Anastasia Elizabeth McGill, ‘Boy-Crazy Stacey’, was in love with me.
uglyterrance
Pairing: Claudia/Stacey
Timeline: Post series/high school
Rating: PG
Words: 1124
Disclaimer: Ann M. Martin owns the characters, I just borrowed them.
Summary: For
Kiz who asked for Claudia and Stacey with Stacey's previous (or current) relationships with boys; jealousy
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me he would be here!” I said harshly to Stacey as I pulled her outside into the freezing night air
“I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you,” she replied
“Can you blame me? Whenever we go anywhere with boys you forget all about me and spend the night swooning over them!”
Stacey was hopping on either foot and rubbing her hands together because it was so cold in the ally with wind swirling all around us. I felt like grabbing her and pulling her into a hug to warm her up but I was too mad. She was always lying to me about spending time with boys, we always used to call her ‘Boy-Crazy Stacey’ but I thought that would change when we started going out. I was wrong.
“Daniel got me the tickets for the concert. He got three of them, I couldn’t exactly not invite him.”
“Fine, but you didn’t have to lie to me about it. This is just like the time we went to Fire Island and you didn’t tell me Robert would be there!”
“Why do you always have to bring Robert into the argument? I broke up with him two years ago to be with you! Plus this is nothing like what happened then because Daniel and I are not going out, we’re just friends.” Stacey said, getting impatient. I think she just wanted to get back inside to the concert and to be with Daniel.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re just friends. That’s what you said about Frankie until he tried to get kiss you,” I reminded her.
“Claudia, seriously, you have issues. How many times do I have to say that nothing happened with Frankie and me? Why won’t you believe me?”
“Because I love you so much and I can’t stand the thought of any one else, especially a guy, being close to you.” But, of course I couldn’t say that to her. We didn’t talk about things like that in our relationship, I think Stacey just wanted a casual thing and I wanted to be with her so much that I accepted that and didn’t say things like “I love you” because I was scared of loosing her.
“Claudia, why won’t you believe me?”
“Because you care more about all the boys at Stoneybrook High School than you do about me!” I hoped it wasn’t true but I said it anyway.
“You are so melodramatic! I can’t stand this jealousy anymore Claudia, you make everything just too difficult. You are always accusing me of things I haven’t done and dredging up issues from the past. We can’t be in a relationship if you don’t trust me!” Stacey said angrily and thrust her arms up in the air like when she’s trying to help me with my math homework and I just don’t understand.
Melo...what? I was staring at the pavement thinking about what to say to her and when I looked up she was gone. “She must have gone back inside to be with Daniel,” I thought tearfully.
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Later that night I was in my bedroom attempting to paint, but I was too depressed about the thought of Stacey with Daniel at the concert that I couldn’t get inspired. Instead I curled up under my doona with a mars bar and tried not to think about Stacey. Just as I was getting her out of my head and was thinking about the art retreat I was going on in the summer there was a quiet knock at the door.
“Come in.” Stacey slipped into my room, closed the door behind her, and leant against it looking at me with her deep blue eyes. She looked magnificent. I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing earlier at the concert because I was so mad. She had on tight black leather pants with a navy tank top and a white, ripped up men’s business shirt hanging loosely over the top. She was wearing dark eye makeup and had recently got black streaks through her thick blond hair making her look kind of gothic. On any other girl this look might have been skanky. But Stacey, with her style and class, pulled it off brilliantly.
“Any of that mars bar left for me?”
“Stace, you know you can’t…”
“I know, I know,” she said with a slight laugh. “I thought you might have come back into the concert.”
“I figured you just wanted to be there with Daniel.” I said bitterly.
She ignored my tone and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that he got me the tickets and that I invited him to come with us. I really wanted to watch the concert with you and if Itold you he was going to be there you wouldn’t have come, would you?
“Well, no,” I replied.
“Exactly. Look, I’m sorry I lied but you are going to have to start giving me a lot more credit especially when it comes to my friendships with guys. I want this relationship to work, I love you, but we can’t be together if you don’t trust me.”
“What did you say?” I asked in disbelief
“You need to be able to trust me.”
“No, not that, the other thing.”
“I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I thought you knew that.”
“Oh, Stacey, I’m really sorry for not trusting you and for always picking fights.” I moved over to where she was still leaning against my bedroom door, “I love you too.”
Stacey stepped towards me and brushed some long strands of hair away from my face with one of her hands. She slid her other hand around my waist and moved her fingers up and down my back in long, lazy strokes. I ran both my hands through her black streaked hair and I pushed her softly up against the door. I leaned in to kiss her and we stayed pressed together, lips exploring each others mouths and chins and necks, for quite a long time.
We finally broke apart gasping for air and Stacey said, “seriously, I want some of that mars bar.”
I grabbed the remainder of the mars bar off the bed and waved it in front of her face. “What, this mars bar?” I asked with a smile. Stacey lunged at me and I fell onto the bed laughing as Stacey pounced on top of me grabbing for the mars bar. We wrestled for awhile until I purposely dropped the candy bar down the side of the bed. I pulled Stacey into my arms, she laid her head on my chest and I lay there thinking about how Anastasia Elizabeth McGill, ‘Boy-Crazy Stacey’, was in love with me.