Disclaimer: I don't own people or the ideas in Bring It On yaddah, yaddah, yaddah, and I'm surprised that the actual creators would cop to those shitty ass excuses for sequels. Point being, this is only a semi-original work that you are about to read.
Missy sat on the leather sofa reading a cheerleading magazine and scoffing at the heavily made up perky bimbos jumping around with the gayest looking highschool boys she'd ever seen. She jumped when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She whipped her head sideways and saw Cliff with an eyebrow raised skeptically, kneading her shoulders with callused hands.
"So this is what you do in your free time now? Hey you didn't get that outta my room did ya? Cuz if I find that anything under my mattress is disturbed I'm gonna be pissed-"
"Ew. That was just way more than I needed to know, big brother. You have a cheerleader fetish?" Missy asked, still looking at Cliff over her shoulder.
"Depends on the cheerleader," Cliff sigh.
"Like Torrance?" Missy laughed, flipping a few pages forward to a page that advertised athletic shoes.
Cliff put pressure in between her shoulder blades with his thumbs.
"Ow!" Missy gritted, grabbing his wrist and yanking hard.
Cliff tumbled over the top of the couch and landed on top of his sister. He smiled when Missy made an "oomph" sort of noise under his weight.
"Bet you weren't expecting that huh?" Cliff teased, running a finger down her exposed cleavage. Her arms were pinned under his chest, so she just squirmed to the best of her ability.
"Shut up," She retorted, trying to push him off of her.
"And you'd think that cheerleaders would have more. . . . . oomph, more leverage, more girl power!"
"You're an asshole," Missy replied with a sickly sweet smile.
"Bitch," Cliff muttered before latching his lips on to hers. Missy kissed back, as per usual after their little tiffs, and worked her hands out from under his chest, pasting her hands to the back of his neck to push his lips harder against hers.
Cliff managed to maneuver a little on top of her and get his hands under the border of her sports tank, but groaned irritably when he couldn't exactly lift it off.
Both parties uttered exasperated sounds when the doorbell rang.
"Dammit," Cliff grumbled, pulling away from Missy. "I'll fucking get it."
He stalked off, his bare feet making slapping noises on the linoleum floor, and Missy couldn't help the way she stared at his ass from the couch as he walked away.
Cliff swung the door open and grunted a sour, 'what' before seeing Torrance Shipman beyond the doorframe.
"Is Missy here?" She asked kindly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Ah, no, you just missed her," Cliff said, scratching his head, "Yeah, she moved back to L.A. ranting something about ego psychotic cheerleaders."
Missy pushed Cliff aside and leaned against the door, "Hey, Tor."
"Hey," Torrance replied. "Are you ready to start practicing?"
"Ugh, yeah, I'm gonna kill myself if we have to do anything involving me associating with Courtney and Whitney though."
"No worries, I don't think you could lift Courtney, no offence, but she's been hitting the bon-bons pretty hard since I made captain," Torrance said.
"Ok, what are we going to work on?" Missy asked, walking over to the sink to get water from the tap.
"Just the-damn, I forgot the routine book in my car, one sec." Torrance jogged out to go retrieve the notebook containing the various routines and diagrams of what the team should work on and whatnot.
Missy turned and almost jumped when Cliff was sitting at the counter stool staring straight at her.
"What?" Missy said impatiently.
"How long 'til Torrance leaves now?" Cliff questioned, his mood taking a massive downward spike.
"I dunno, we're really busy, finals are coming up you know," Missy excused, taking a long sip from the glass in her hand.
"Fuck it, Missy, why bother?" Cliff said loudly, backing off of the stool and starting away from the kitchen.
"Don't be a dick just because you're not getting any, I mean, when was the last time when you had a real date with a girl who doesn't share the same chromosomes?" Missy retorted crossly, setting her drink down rather hard on the counter.
"Such a fucking rag," Cliff mumbled, walking away. "I'll be in my room if Torrance leaves before five. If my doors shut you'll just have to get yourself off then, sis."
Missy made a loud kissing sound and called after him, "Love you too, bro!"
