Title: Two Wrongs Definitely Make a Right
Summary: It was just some shameless flirting before she realized that the gorgeous dude was actually a gorgeous chick. FemSlash.
Warning: FemSlash, Lack of Characterization, Loose Editing
Notes: I don’t even care anymore, ugh. I wanna write a story with a mascot involved. That’s it. This is nothing, probably won’t get any attention and is probably stupid. :/
P.S.: If anyone would be willing to beta this or any of my other stories, please drop me a line.

Dani, alone as she was, sat down at a deserted table to people-watch. It wasn’t the most entertaining thing to do, but she was lacking the creative part of her brain that day. Being at the mall on a school day with no friends and no money definitely made the whole time a bore. The only things keeping her semi-entertained were her two-bars-away-from-death cell phone, her iPod with broken headphones, and her lip piercing. But, to put it bluntly, they got a little boring after two hours of constant attention.

She stood for a moment to pull up her tight, purple jeans and hide her fashionably bright yellow underwear. At that time, she spotted a potential target standing a couple of hundred meters away. She glanced around her and at the sign behind her promoting the movies playing at the cheap, mall theater before returning her gaze to the hottie standing near the parking lot. Stepping away from the deserted table, Dani adjusted her shirt, pulling the undershirt and blue, long-sleeved, flannel shirt passed her waistband. She twisted the stud piercing on her bottom lip for confidence before striding in the direction of her target.

As Dani drew closer and closer toward The Hunk, as she nicknamed him, she took the time to appropriately check him out. He had shoulder-length brown hair, stylishly layered with what appeared to be a razor-cut. His jeans were tight, not unlike her own, and hugged his thin legs deliciously. A loose V-neck tee covered his torso, and multiple bead and thread bracelets captured his wrists. When she got even closer, she noticed he was wearing a thin line of eyeliner and had lusciously full lips.

This was definitely the target of a lifetime.

“Hey, you looked lonely,” she said in what she hoped was a sexy voice. She didn’t know this guy’s type, but she was praying she fell nicely in the category. “Thought I’d come join you.”

When The Hunk looked at her, she had to force her gaze away from his lips and instead looked at his hazel eyes. A nice display of pearly whites was tossed her way before a husky voice replied. “I was lonely, thanks.”

The voice wasn’t as deep as Amy expected, but it fit his physique rather nicely. Plus, she wasn’t that picky. “So, are you waiting for someone?”

“My ride home, yeah.”

Sadly, it appeared The Honk wasn’t very good at keeping a conversation going. Dani took it upon herself to spice things up a little bit with some shameless flirting. As the saying goes: “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I really love your outfit,” she began, smiling suggestively as her eyes slowly raked up and down his body. “Those pants look especially good on you.”

A pretty blush shadowed his cheeks and, before she could stop herself, “you have a cute blush” slipped past her lips. That comment made his face darken even more.

His reply was a brisk “thanks.” Then, after effectively clearing the blush from his face, he looked to her with a bright smile and returned the compliment. “You look downright attractive yourself.”

Dani wasn’t sure how to describe this guy; shy or direct? Whatever he may be, she could never pass on a good flirt when she was, most definitely, going to get complimented.

She took a step closer to The Hunk, invading his personal space, and brought attention to her lips by bringing her hand up and giving her piercing a twist. On her hand’s way down, it caught on his shirt – purposely, of course. She grasped the hem, running her thumb over the texture and said, “Your shirt’s really soft; I’m jealous.”

An amused smile danced on his lips as he took a step closer to her in response, leaving about half a foot between them. “Jealous? Of me, or of the shirt?”

“Both,” she answered, voice quieting a bit as her eyes traveled to The Hunk’s lips. “For different reasons, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” was the only response Dani received before lips ghosted over her own. Her hand slipped from the hem of The Hunk’s shirt to plant itself firmly on a slim hip. She, being the one to initiate the conversation, took the initiative and pressed her lips against those lusciously full ones. Dani felt a hand warm the side of her neck, brushing underneath her auburn hair. She absent-mindedly leaned into the comfortable sensation.

It only lasted a couple of seconds, but when the two pulled away, their hands and bodies did not. A sweet smile was present on The Hunk’s face, and Dani just couldn’t get enough of those pearly whites.

“So, maybe this would be the right time to ask your name?” He joked, pulling his hand away from her neck and shoving it in his back pocket.

“Dani,” she said sweetly, reflecting his movements by removing her hand from his hip. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her cell phone, seemingly without a purpose. “And yours is?”

“Sandra.”

Dani froze. She was stunned. And if the knitted eyebrows on Sandra’s face was anything to go by, that shocked was evident.

“You’re...a girl?” she managed to voice. “I–sorry, I–I didn’t know. I thought you were a boy.”

Instead of insulting the girl, like Dani thought that comment would, Sandra exploded with laughter. It was a light, feathery sound that was obviously feminine. “Did you really? That’s a first.” She glanced down to her chest, guiding Dani’s eyes in that direction as well. “Guess I can’t blame you,” she finished after reestablishing eye contact.

“But...you knew I was a girl, didn’t you?” Dani questioned.

“Of course,” Sandra replied. She blatantly ran her eyes up and down the girl in front of her, causing Dani to blush lightly, then continued. “I couldn’t possibly mistake you for a guy.”

An upbeat song interrupted whatever Dani might’ve said in response. Sandra made an apologetic face before removing her hand from her pocket and holding out the ringing cell phone as if to explain. She flipped it open and pressed it to her ear, smiling. “You’re here? Okay. I’m waiting near the theater. Okay, bye.” She closed her phone and pocketed it before stating the obvious. “My ride’s here.”

“Uh, yeah, okay.” Another small laugh left Sandra’s lips before she reached over and grabbed Dani’s cell phone right out of her hand. She pressed some buttons, making Dani guess what she was doing. Her number one assumption was that Sandra was putting in her number, and she’d be correct in assuming that.

“I put my number under ‘Sandra.’ And I paged myself, so I have your number. I hope you don’t mind.” She smiled sweetly and handed the phone back to its owner.

“No, I don’t mind,” Dani said, allowing herself to smile back. The Hunk was still one heck of a gorgeous girl, and she was still susceptible to that smile.

“Then...” Sandra started, before trailing off and leaning closer to Dani, who knew exactly what was going to happen and finally decided that The Hunk Turned Gorgeous Girl was definitely direct and not shy. Sure, her normal targets were men, but she could honestly say she had nothing against kissing a woman. So when those soft lips connected with hers, she was without complaints and allowed herself to enjoy the moment.

Sandra pulled back in a matter of seconds and finished her sentence. “I’ll see you around.” That was the only goodbye Dani got before Gorgeous Girl turned on her heel and disappeared into the parking lot.

Dani smiled brilliantly, tucking a lock of auburn hair behind her ear, and started to walk in the opposite direction. She pulled out her two-bars-away-from-death phone, scrolled down her contacts, and selected “Sandra” to send a text message to. With calm, deliberate presses, she wrote the message “you’re one helluva kisser” and sent it.

All she could hope for now was that her two-bars-away-from-death cell phone, her iPod with broken headphones, and her lip piercing could keep her entertained until her ride showed up. But when she received a reply from “Sandra,” her previous hopes diminished. She just willed her phone not to die before she got home.