My junk is you
Jan. 22nd, 2009 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
axesladeNext ficlette...I should note right now that I have never rollerbladed (tried rollerskates...yeah, no)...so, yeah. The internet told me. Table is here.
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“Hey And-eee. When's your gurrrlfriend getting here?”
“MOM!” Andy hollered, as she swatted at her younger brother, Jackson, who was just out of her reach. She was kneeling down in front of her mirror, putting on her eyeliner, when he threw the door open. “Tell Jack to get out of my room!”
“Jack, leave your sister alone.” Their mother's bored voice called up the stairs.
Jackson laughed. “Sure. See ya later, lesbo.”
Andy let out a menacing growl, grinding her fingers against the black pencil. She made to leap up and lunge at her brother, but before she could he ducked out, slamming the door behind him. Andy flipped up her middle finger after him, threw the pencil down, and started fussing with her hair. She knew she was being ridiculous. Jess was just coming to hang out—Andy was going to ask her to go rollerblading, but didn't count on it going over all that well, so they'd probably just talk until Jess had to go home. So why had Andy changed her clothes five times already? Well, she knew the answer---she just wanted it to be something else, something that wasn't completely stupid.
“Andrea! Your friend's here!”
Well, at least she didn't have time to be even more of a girl than she'd already been. Ruffling her hair up and untucking her sweatshirt, Andy ran down stairs. She checked quickly to make sure her mother was now occupied in the kitchen and her dad was nowhere to be seen, then opened the door.
If she hadn't felt like a total girl before, she did the second she saw Jess. She wasn't dressed up like she normally was for school. She wasn't wearing a spot of makeup, not even her usual pink lip gloss. No stylish polo shirt or perfectly brushed hair, just a baggy red sweatshirt and a rubber-band tied ponytail. And yet, Andy had to dig her stubby nails into her palm to keep from reaching out and touching Jess' cheek.
“Um, hey.” Jess said, shuffling her feet and tucking her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt.
“Oh, yeah, hey.” Andy forced herself to laugh and stepped back so Jess could come inside. “Sorry, I just-”
“I look a bit different, right?” Jess laughed, a real laugh. “Yeah, I know. I get lazy on the weekends, sorry.”
“No! You look great!” Fearing that Jess could hear the feeling behind those words, Andy coughed. “Uh, I was thinking we could go skating. Rollerblading.”
Jess raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. “Sure, why not? I've never skated before, but it can't be much harder than walking in heels, right?”
Andy grinned. “I wouldn't know, but I'll go slow until you get it. I'll be back in a minute, gotta get the skates out of the closet.”
“Sure. Hey.” Jess called when Andy was halfway up the stairs. “Your hair looks nice.”
Andy didn't say anything back, but she beamed and wasn't the least bit ashamed of the blood that rushed to her cheeks.
“Do you skate a lot?” Jess asked as she tied her skates. Andy nodded, finishing her laces and standing.
“Yeah. I don't really like team sports or anything, but this gets my mom off my back about going outside and doing stuff.”
Jess nodded and pushed herself up---and immediately fell back onto the grass. “Okay, so this is a lot different from heels.” she said with a laugh.
Andy grinned and skated back over, holding her hands out to Jess. Jess looked at her like she was crazy, but there was still a happy sparkle in her eyes. “Aren't you afraid I'll pull you back down?”
“You won't. Come on.”
Jess smiled and put her tiny white hands in Andy's. Andy swallowed as their fingers tangled and had to force herself to let go gently, not just pull away to resist her urges, once Jess was standing.
“Push off with one foot and keep the other one straight,” Andy said, slowly demonstrating. “It'd probably be better if we practiced inside or at least on the grass until you get it...” she said, hesitance and worry filling her voice. But Jess shook her head.
“Nah. I'll be okay. One foot straight, push off...” she muttered to herself, as she hesitantly leaned her left foot back. She went a few inches, then, seemingly shocked, stopped and almost fell onto her face. “Woo! Okay. Think I got it. Go on, I'll catch up.”
Andy grinned and nodded. Unable to stop herself, she did elaborate twists and turns while Jess started-and-stopped behind her. But Jess was laughing at herself the whole time while telling Andy how great she was, so it didn't feel awkward. Andy wasn't even thinking about how, even if she didn't make herself up, she knew Jess was wearing perfume because every now and then a breeze would blow it into Andy's face. Something deliciously fruity. It should have made Andy feel uncomfortable, but it didn't. That is, until-
“Hey An-aah!”
Andy whipped her head around when Jess started talking, throat closing around her heart when she saw the wheels slip out from under her left foot. Without knowing how she got there in time, Andy found her hands under Jess' back, so the black-haired girl's legs were bent back just barely off the cement and her upper body was pressed against Andy's forearms.
“Oh!” Jess said, after a few seconds spent in Andy's embrace. “Oh. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Andy whispered, suddenly nervous again. The smell was so much stronger up close. And from this angle, Andy could see just how casual Jess was on the weekends--she wasn't wearing a bra.
Consciously or unconsciously, Jess licked her lips. She shifted oddly in Andy's arms,
almost slipping down in between them so that if she had moved just a quarter inch more she would have been wrapped in them, instead of just resting on top of them. But then, she lowered herself down completely and stretched out her legs.
“I, um, I should probably be going.” Jess muttered, unlacing her skates.
“Yeah.” Andy rasped back. She wanted to offer a hand, but didn't trust that hand would end up on Jess' foot and not somewhere else. She was cursing herself the entire time---two minutes at most, but it felt like an hour---Jess spent unlacing the skates cursing herself. She should have let Jess fall. Then there wouldn't be this...thing hanging between them. Now Jess would never come over again, and---
A weight dropped into Andy's hands. Jess' skates. She looked up, and Jess was smiling down at her. “Thanks Andy. I had a really great time. I'll see ya.”
The way she said it, it didn't sound like the casual lies girls told each other when parting at lunch or in the hallway. It sounded like it might be true. Feeling her heart settle back into it's natural place, Andy smiled back. “See ya.”
“Hey And-eee. When's your gurrrlfriend getting here?”
“MOM!” Andy hollered, as she swatted at her younger brother, Jackson, who was just out of her reach. She was kneeling down in front of her mirror, putting on her eyeliner, when he threw the door open. “Tell Jack to get out of my room!”
“Jack, leave your sister alone.” Their mother's bored voice called up the stairs.
Jackson laughed. “Sure. See ya later, lesbo.”
Andy let out a menacing growl, grinding her fingers against the black pencil. She made to leap up and lunge at her brother, but before she could he ducked out, slamming the door behind him. Andy flipped up her middle finger after him, threw the pencil down, and started fussing with her hair. She knew she was being ridiculous. Jess was just coming to hang out—Andy was going to ask her to go rollerblading, but didn't count on it going over all that well, so they'd probably just talk until Jess had to go home. So why had Andy changed her clothes five times already? Well, she knew the answer---she just wanted it to be something else, something that wasn't completely stupid.
“Andrea! Your friend's here!”
Well, at least she didn't have time to be even more of a girl than she'd already been. Ruffling her hair up and untucking her sweatshirt, Andy ran down stairs. She checked quickly to make sure her mother was now occupied in the kitchen and her dad was nowhere to be seen, then opened the door.
If she hadn't felt like a total girl before, she did the second she saw Jess. She wasn't dressed up like she normally was for school. She wasn't wearing a spot of makeup, not even her usual pink lip gloss. No stylish polo shirt or perfectly brushed hair, just a baggy red sweatshirt and a rubber-band tied ponytail. And yet, Andy had to dig her stubby nails into her palm to keep from reaching out and touching Jess' cheek.
“Um, hey.” Jess said, shuffling her feet and tucking her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt.
“Oh, yeah, hey.” Andy forced herself to laugh and stepped back so Jess could come inside. “Sorry, I just-”
“I look a bit different, right?” Jess laughed, a real laugh. “Yeah, I know. I get lazy on the weekends, sorry.”
“No! You look great!” Fearing that Jess could hear the feeling behind those words, Andy coughed. “Uh, I was thinking we could go skating. Rollerblading.”
Jess raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. “Sure, why not? I've never skated before, but it can't be much harder than walking in heels, right?”
Andy grinned. “I wouldn't know, but I'll go slow until you get it. I'll be back in a minute, gotta get the skates out of the closet.”
“Sure. Hey.” Jess called when Andy was halfway up the stairs. “Your hair looks nice.”
Andy didn't say anything back, but she beamed and wasn't the least bit ashamed of the blood that rushed to her cheeks.
“Do you skate a lot?” Jess asked as she tied her skates. Andy nodded, finishing her laces and standing.
“Yeah. I don't really like team sports or anything, but this gets my mom off my back about going outside and doing stuff.”
Jess nodded and pushed herself up---and immediately fell back onto the grass. “Okay, so this is a lot different from heels.” she said with a laugh.
Andy grinned and skated back over, holding her hands out to Jess. Jess looked at her like she was crazy, but there was still a happy sparkle in her eyes. “Aren't you afraid I'll pull you back down?”
“You won't. Come on.”
Jess smiled and put her tiny white hands in Andy's. Andy swallowed as their fingers tangled and had to force herself to let go gently, not just pull away to resist her urges, once Jess was standing.
“Push off with one foot and keep the other one straight,” Andy said, slowly demonstrating. “It'd probably be better if we practiced inside or at least on the grass until you get it...” she said, hesitance and worry filling her voice. But Jess shook her head.
“Nah. I'll be okay. One foot straight, push off...” she muttered to herself, as she hesitantly leaned her left foot back. She went a few inches, then, seemingly shocked, stopped and almost fell onto her face. “Woo! Okay. Think I got it. Go on, I'll catch up.”
Andy grinned and nodded. Unable to stop herself, she did elaborate twists and turns while Jess started-and-stopped behind her. But Jess was laughing at herself the whole time while telling Andy how great she was, so it didn't feel awkward. Andy wasn't even thinking about how, even if she didn't make herself up, she knew Jess was wearing perfume because every now and then a breeze would blow it into Andy's face. Something deliciously fruity. It should have made Andy feel uncomfortable, but it didn't. That is, until-
“Hey An-aah!”
Andy whipped her head around when Jess started talking, throat closing around her heart when she saw the wheels slip out from under her left foot. Without knowing how she got there in time, Andy found her hands under Jess' back, so the black-haired girl's legs were bent back just barely off the cement and her upper body was pressed against Andy's forearms.
“Oh!” Jess said, after a few seconds spent in Andy's embrace. “Oh. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Andy whispered, suddenly nervous again. The smell was so much stronger up close. And from this angle, Andy could see just how casual Jess was on the weekends--she wasn't wearing a bra.
Consciously or unconsciously, Jess licked her lips. She shifted oddly in Andy's arms,
almost slipping down in between them so that if she had moved just a quarter inch more she would have been wrapped in them, instead of just resting on top of them. But then, she lowered herself down completely and stretched out her legs.
“I, um, I should probably be going.” Jess muttered, unlacing her skates.
“Yeah.” Andy rasped back. She wanted to offer a hand, but didn't trust that hand would end up on Jess' foot and not somewhere else. She was cursing herself the entire time---two minutes at most, but it felt like an hour---Jess spent unlacing the skates cursing herself. She should have let Jess fall. Then there wouldn't be this...thing hanging between them. Now Jess would never come over again, and---
A weight dropped into Andy's hands. Jess' skates. She looked up, and Jess was smiling down at her. “Thanks Andy. I had a really great time. I'll see ya.”
The way she said it, it didn't sound like the casual lies girls told each other when parting at lunch or in the hallway. It sounded like it might be true. Feeling her heart settle back into it's natural place, Andy smiled back. “See ya.”
