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"Paradise By The Dashboard Light"
Karasu 110506- 041207
Summary: (One-shot, fxf) Meet three girls: Fick doesn't know how cool she really is, Timbre has a friend she's never met, and Loup's just along for the ride. I envy them.
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Fick hopped into her seat beside Timbre, squinting at the whiteboard in the front of the room. Said whiteboard had loads of French words on it, written in violet dry-erase marker. Fick sighed heavily, her eyes rolling upwards. It was always like this in French class, tons and tons of work. Not to mention that the teacher was a real vocab Nazi and loved to make the students quiver.
"I really don't feel like doing this today," Fick muttered to Loup, who looked about ready to slap Fick's face off. Of course, Fick was all for heaving her work into Loup's or Timbre's laps. They were the workers. Plus, Timbre really had a knack for languages. Especially French.
Sighing in defeat, Fick looked over at the paper that Timbre was mercilessly running a pencil over, "Whatcha up to?"
Timbre's head lifted slowly, as if she didn't want to leave her precious writing, "I have to get this English report done by next block. I put it off last night 'cause I was typing." The girl sighed dejectedly, "I really shouldn't get this into my writing."
"Hey, chick," Fick rested a hand on Timbre's shoulder, "You're the 'arteest' here. Besides," Fick grabbed the English report off of the adjacent desk, "I know you know who the English major in this group is."
Timbre playfully rolled her eyes, "I'll translate the French for you."
"Deal."
--
When I got home that night, I quickly logged onto the computer, waiting to see if she had e-mailed me back again. I bit my lip, staring at the screen.
"C'mon, hurry the Hell up," I urged, opening my Yahoo! account within a matter of seconds. Heh, it payed to type fast.
My shoulders slumped as I realized that she hadn't e-mailed me yet. Jealously, I thought that she would've already e-mailed the others. I quickly banished the thoughts by shaking my brunette head. I shouldn't be so malicious. But I couldn't help it. I envied the bond they had... the three of them. And, even though I didn't know them in real life (Hell, I didn't even know their real names), I wanted to. I wanted to be part of their group. To go to school with them and laugh and talk.
Call me weird, but I was envious of the two that were friends with her. I wanted to be them.
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"Holy fuckstick!!" Timbre squealed, throwing her arms around her best friend's neck, "You actually got it done."
"Didn't I tell you I was the English major?" Fick 'polished' her black fingernails on her 'Rammstein' shirt, "You copied down the French shit?"
Timbre nodded, "Naturellement."
"Don't go all smart on me," Fick seemed serious, but she wasn't, and her two friends knew it. Fick was the bluffer, the one whose bark was worse than her bite. It seemed that everyone in the school knew it, too.
"So, after school today," Loup mused, her bespectacled blue eyes shining, "What goes down?"
"Whitey," Fick mumbled under her breath, loud enough, though, that Loup could hear. The blonde smacked Fick on the forehead, mumbling something about respecting her elders. "You're what... two months older than me?"
"Two months and five days," Loup corrected, her azure eyes sparkling with amusement. It was never a dull moment with her friends, and she loved it. She and Fick would get into petty little arguments that never amounted to anything, Timbre smiling slightly and doodling some random character from her story or her favourite video game. It was a nice life. It was constant, and had been since she could remember. Now they were juniors in their high school, awaiting the fast-approaching summer break. And the chance to be called seniors.
"C'mon guys, let's just get going. You know Mom gets pissed when I'm not home by nine," Timbre, the voice of reason, said, her brown hair picking up in the slight breeze.
Loup and Fick followed their friend to the latter's car. They ambled in, Loup and Fick bickering over the radio station. Finally, Timbre picked up her favourite Dir en Grey CD and popped it in. Loup nodded approvingly, absolutely adoring her friend's choice in music. Fick, however, preferred the hard drums and rough vocals of Rammstein, but enjoyed the semi-whiny, but very sexy voice of Kyo.
"Kokoro ga tozashite ima ni mo kowarete yuku... namida wo koroshite warau hibi yo..." Timbre sang silently along with "Mushi," her favourite song on the kisou CD.
"Damn your pronunciation skills," Fick shot playfully.
--
When I look back, I realize that maybe I was a bit too caught up in everything. I mean, I wasn't stalking her, was I? I didn't think so, but maybe that was just me.
She just made me so jealous. Of course, it was absurd of me to think of her as some untouchable... celebrity. She probably was just as normal as I was. But, I knew, somehow I just knew that she was probably ten times the person that I was...
--
"So, we heading towards the Starbucks today?" Fick's brown eyes lit up as she leaned forward in the seat to poke Timbre with her finger, "'Cause I really could go for some of that hot mocha pumpkin shit now."
"It's pumpkin spice, dipshit," Loup shot, grinning.
"What-the-fuck-ever. I just want some," Fick turned her attention back to Timbre, "Can we?"
Timbre nodded, not taking her eyes off the road, "Sure, Fick, just give me a sec to turn around. I could go for some vanilla latte, myself."
The brunette pulled into a gas station, was entertained by the thought of a fresh pack of gum, the drove off in the direction of the nearest Starbucks.
"Can I help you three today?" The man in the drive through window asked. His dark hair was spiked up in the back and fell into his eyes in the front.
"Hey you," Timbre smiled to him, knowing that if she was nice enough, he would reduce the price for them, "I'd love to have a tall vanilla latte; Fick here'll have a--"
"Grand," Fick shot in.
"-- pumpkin spice; and Loup'll have a tall caramel cappucino." Timbre flashed her sexiest smile and the guy complied, a spark in his eyes.
"Wow, you're so... flirty," Loup giggled," Well, when you want to be."
Timbre half-smiled nervously. What was she doing being flirty with this guy? She had no business doing so... Well, it wasn't as if she and her new internet friend were dating, was it? They were talking and laughing and becoming best friends. But, that didn't mean that she was totally in love with her, right?
"Timbre... Timbre..." Loup waved her hand in front of the brunette's blank eyes. Timbre finally came to her senses and shot a questioning glare to her friend. The blonde just pointed to the drive-in window, where the dark haired guy was patiently waiting with their drinks. Timbre smiled uneasily, took the drinks, and gave them out to their respective owners. Flashing one last confident and flirtatious smile to the guy, she drove off.
"Dude, what was up with that?" Fick asked, taking a large gulp of her coffee, "You, like, totally spaced out."
"Nothing..." Timbre answered. I can't tell them that I was thinking of her... they don't even know about her, she thought. What would they think?
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It's been over a year since we started talking. I'm so in love that I think my heart might pound its way out of my chest and go track her down itself.
We've agreed to meet. In just a few days, I'll fly out to Ontario and meet her face-to-face. I'll finally get to touch her (mind out of the gutter!) and hug her... and kiss her.
I can't wait.
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Timbre paced the length of her room, anxiousness making her stomach twist in knots. She was about to head out to YWR Airport to pick her up. The girl she couldn't tell her friends about.
They just wouldn't understand.
No, she would go to YWR alone. But, how would she explain her not being alone when she came back?
Timbre grabbed her zipper and keys, deciding that an answer would find its way to her on the way.
--
I'm waiting here, looking out the large window that all airports are equipped with. Planes are taking off and I'm starting to get a little worried. Timbre called me just ten minutes earlier and said that she was almost here, but I haven't seen her yet. My hope that we'll be together is dwindling with every second that passes.
I'm awakened from my thoughts as I see the reflection of someone in the glass.
I freeze. It's her. No doubt about it. I'd know that brown hair anywhere... and those round hazel eyes. Those amazing lips that I've seen smile to me in countless pictures.
It's her.
My Timbre.
She smiles to my reflection and I grin to hers. I can see her arms lift and I turn and run to her. She catches me and I fall to my knees, sobbing out of happiness.
Timbre runs her silky fingers over my cheeks and smiles to me, tears falling down her beautiful face as well. But she's smiling. Finally, I can see it for real.
"Howdy," she grins, showing off her straight teeth (I remember she had braces on when we first started talking). I can't help but melt as I snuggle in her arms. The odd looks people are giving us don't matter.
All I can see is her.
But, it's finally finished. :D
And dedicated to a special someone. :3
I love you, Zephyr.