First Orphan Black fanfiction! I'm hoping this will be successful! Make sure to leave review.
The dreaded girl plopped herself onto her stiff pillow and exhaled her frustration. "I really thought she was the one," She said, trying to contain the lump in her throat. "Man, it's like-" her hands waved in the air as she tried speaking with her voice muffled through a pillow.
Sarah blew a strand out of her face. "Well, Cos, she was...you know..."
"Not gay, got it. She made that very clear." Cosima said with another huff of anger. Lifting her head up from the pillow, she spoke weakly. "She led me on, man." Again, her face made contact with her pillow.
Sarah smirked and awkwardly patted her sister's back. "There's other fish in the sea, yeah?"
"She wasn't a fish, Sarah. Although, from the view of evolutionary development-"
"Shut up, you." Sarah chuckled quietly but stopped when Cosima started sniffling. "Cos..."
"I don't even know why this hurts so much, Sarah."
"I'll kick her arse, yeah?" She grinned.
Cosima giggled through the lump in her throat. "Don't, it was my mistake."
A few moments of silence passed between the two sisters. "What was her name again?"
Cosima sighed and rolled over onto her back so that she could wipe away the remaining tears. "Tiffany," she muttered.
"What a bitchy name!"
Cosima rolled her eyes, "A name doesn't display personality, Sarah." She said shaking her head.
"I don't give a shite!" Sarah exclaimed, causing Cosima to laugh.
"Really, Sarah I'll be fine. Plus, I shouldn't try to find relationships, man. Relationships are overrated. You know, she wasn't even my type."
"Cause she wasn't gay?"
Cosima threw her pillow right into Sarah's face, nearly knocking her off the bed. She couldn't help but laugh when Sarah was about to charge at her on all fours. "Okay, okay, you win!" Cosima squealed before Sarah could lay hand on her.
"I always do." Sarah was about to exit her sister's room when she remembered. "Oi, forgot to tell you, cos." She made herself comfortable on Cosima' s bed again. "There was this carnival...fair...thing... and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me." She gave her signature smile, exposing her pearly white teeth.
Cosima raised a shaped eyebrow. "Carnival? You hate carnivals...why?"
"Because...you're obviously not having a fun time with the Tiffany situation and I care about you."
After a moment out two Cosima tilted her head, allowing her deads to hang to the side of her face. "What is it that you really want?"
Sarah smile was still glued on her face and she tilted her head slightly, "I need you to pay." As soon as Cosima rolled her eyes, Sarah was quick to change her mind. "Oh, c'mon...you, me, carnival...afewfriends..." She muttered under her breath.
Cosima interrupted sharply. "What now?"
"What?" Sarah asked innocently.
Cosima slouched in defeat at the realization. "You're bringing your friends? Sarah...your friends make me feel really uncomfortable." She shook her head and rolled Sarah's head off her shoulder. "You always do this. What's the point of me going anyway?" She asked coldly.
"Because you're my sister...and I love you." She was using her 'sweet' voice. Typical, Cosima thought inwardly. "You're my favorite!"
"Why don't you bring Helena or Alison? They'd love to go!"
Sarah made a face. "Because Helena is...Helena and Alison isn't any fun!"
Cosima scoffed and shook her head. "You don't spend enough time with her to know that, Sarah!" She exclaimed and watched her sister make a puppy face. "Oh no, Sarah, not the face!"
Sarah's bottom started to tremble and she inched closer to her dreadlocked sister. "Cos...please...for your favorite sister?"
Cosima closed her eyes and smacked her hands to her forehead. After a dramatic exhale, she gave a small nod. "When is it?"
Her sister gave a crooked smile. "We sneak out tomorrow night."
Cosima sat in the backseat of Sarah's truck awkwardly. She was squished right in the middle of Felix and Tony, two good friends of her sister's. Sarah blasted her punk rock music, making it impossible for Cosima to enjoy the ride.
"So, Cos, I heard it didn't work out with 'Tit'any."
"Tiffany." Cosima muttered coldly.
Tony gave a low chuckle. "Yeah, man, leave the geek alone. It's not her fault that Tiffany wasn't swingin' for that team."
"Oi! Leave her alone, ya silly tit!" Sarah warned Tony, glaring through the review mirror.
"Sarah, I still don't understand why we're going... I mean, c'mon, man! A carnival? That doesn't sound very punk to me."
Sarah just rolled her eyes. "There's nothing better to do around this shit hole now is there?" She asked.
Cosima folded her arms over her chest. "Fine. Once I pay for your tickets, you go on ahead and be a punk. I'll just go wandering by myself."
"Have your cell?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, mom." Cosima stuck her tongue out between her teeth.
The carnival took place outside. Tents and shops circled around the illuminated Ferris Wheel, the smell of fresh pop corn, and the sound of laughter and classic 'fair' music. Yep, this was a carnival alright. Once Cosima paid admission, Sarah immediately branched off away from her sister and into the depths of the carnival.
Now what? Cosima thought to herself as she started walking through the scene. Adjusting her glasses, she examined every flashing game booth. Behind every counter were prizes of different sizes and colors. She walked by a game of "Milk Bottle" when she heard the contestant mutter in the most beautiful accent.
"Merde!" The angel spoke.
Cosima couldn't help but stop. She was only looking at the figure from her backside. Tall, beautiful and bountiful blonde hair, and all by herself. Unable to help herself, Cosima got even closer to the girl who was obviously frustrating by a rigged carnival game. In fact, she saw this as an opportunity. Being as subtle as she possibly could, she merged in and leaned against the counter, looking as if she was actually interested in the game.
The blonde whipped her head around, causing her beautiful blonde hair to flop like dog ears. She was stunning, Cosima examined. She had to clench her jaw to keep it from dropping to the floor. A smile crept on the dreadlocked girl's face when the blonde angel slicked her hair back and out of her face.
"Désolé...I am so sorry." The blonde said in utter embarrassment. "You want to..." Her French accent was so thick, it was clear she was stuck on her English. "...to play?" She said after a few hand gestures.
Cosima, now witnessing the blonde's French accent only grinned wider. Nearly blushing, Cosima cleared her throat. "No...I was watching." Cosima unconsciously twirled her hands in the air, demonstrating every word. "This game.. it's uh..." She whispered under her breath. "...rigged...fake...no way to win." A warm feeling pooled at the bottom of her stomach now that she saw the French girl giggling.
"I'm willing to help you." Cosima added with a tilt of her head and a quick grin.
The French beauty huffed. "Non, but, uh, thank you anyway." She gave a subtle shrug. "After all, it is a game? Yes?"
Cosima gave an understanding nod. "Yeah, totally!" She didn't know what else to do but stare at the beautiful French girl. "I guess...I'll get going." Cosima awkwardly began backing away even though it was the last thing she wanted to do.
The blonde stuttered, causing Cosima to stop in her tracks. "You said it was..." she lowered her voice slightly. "Rigged...how do you know this?"
The dreadlocked girl gave a bright smile and made herself comfortable against the counter once again. "The bottles...they're weighed differently. So when you want to aim for the middle, because that would be the logic thing to do, it won't knock down all the bottles." Cosima turned a shade of red when she noticed the other girl's eyes were glued onto the hands that she used when talking. Looping them around, pointing at the bottles, they never remained still.
Cosima continued. "The bottles on the bottom, did they ever budge?" She asked the French girl, feeling rather confident what her answer was already.
The other girl pondered for a moment. "I..." Her mouth remained agape for a moment as she went through her thoughts. "Non, I don't believe so..."
Cosima clapped with a crooked grin. "Well, there's your answer!" She exclaimed, overly excited that she may be impressing the blonde beauty. "The bottles on the bottom are heavier. In conclusion, you would want to aim...where?" She jokingly quizzed the other girl.
She just rolled her eyes. "You are very...um...what's the word?"
"Smart? Annoying? Loud?"
"Cheeky." The blonde looked straight into Cosima's bold brown eyes, searching almost.
Cosima's smile grew wider, which didn't seem possible and could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. Not to embarrass herself, she kept her head down, kicking the dirt under her feet. "Well, yeah, there's that." She looked back up at the other girl and her stomach just flipped, making her unable to even think straight. How could someone be so beautiful, Cosima asked.
"Oh, and the answer to your question is to aim at the bottom row, oui?" She asked with a smirk glued to her angelic face.
Cosima lifted her head up again, feeling rather bold to return the look that the French girl was giving. With her head tilt to the side, she did her best to suppress her biggest smile that ached to show. "Well, there's only one way to find out then." She smacked two dollars loudly on the counter, alerting the employee behind the counter.
"Non, you do not have to..."
Cosima held up a hand to gently silence the other girl. "My hypothesis, my money." She looked at the enormous prizes that were held on the top shelf. "Make sure you know what prize you want from up there. This will be a breeze."
The French girl giggled and clutched her oversized stuffed puppy dog with fuzzy droopy ears. "I never doubted the...experiment." She said, walking alongside Cosima through the mass of people and games.
"Yeah," Cosima gave a small shrug. "It's no biggie, just observation."
The French girl slowed to a stop. "I never did get your name, oh great scientist." She said with a playful tone of voice.
Cosima stopped and stood in front of the other girl. "I'm Cosima...seventeen..." She gave a small wave.
"Delphine," The French girl said in her thick accent. "Eighteen..." She said awkwardly. "Enchanté." She held out hand to Cosima.
Accepting the hand she shook it timidly. "Enchanté." She might've been holding Delphine's hand much longer than planned but made no move to remove it. Neither did Delphine. Oh, God, what a name, Cosima thought inwardly. "You're French." In defeat, she slid her hand out of the other girl's.
"Oui, I moved here a few weeks ago with my family. It's a lot to take in but...it is very nice."
Everything Delphine just said went in one ear and out the other. Cosima was to busy admiring every trait about her. Her hair, her accent, her smile, and the way she struggled for words just to complete a sentence. If she hadn't snapped out of it, she might've been drooling. "Yeah, yeah, very nice...not really but yeah!"
The two girls exchanged giggles and it died down. "Well, it was really nice to meet you, Cosima..."
Say my name again, please, please! Cosima wanted to smack herself for thinking such thoughts.
"...and thank you so much...is there anything I can do to repay you?"
Cosima would usually brush off the offer but something alarmed her: she may never see this girl again. This is her chance to stop falling for people and take action. But at the same time, she wasn't sure if Delphine would mind or not...pushing these thoughts out of her head, Cosima put on the confident act again. "Well...now that you mention it..."
Delphine giggled and tilted her forward slightly, awaiting for Cosima to finish.
"How about a ride on the Ferris Wheel." Her heart raced when Delphine grinned, making her face feel hot. "Then all debts are paid."
Delphine pondered playfully for a moment. "Hmmm..." She bit her lip for a moment and looked back at Cosima with eager eyes. "Accord..." She laughed when Cosima gave her a questionable look, seeing that she didn't know any French. "Deal."
"Merde." Delphine muttered to herself. Cosima had been observing her ever since they got on the ride. Progressively, Delphine had grown more tense and stiff as they rose further altitude. Every now and then, Delphine would look down and cringe just slightly.
"Not a fan of heights, huh?" Cosima did her best to make herself sound less like a jerk. To be honest, she was actually concerned.
Delphine have a nervous chuckle. "Non, looking down is the worst part," She raised her head up to the night sky. "but looking up is wonderful."
Cosima cleared her throat, why was she so nervous? They were literally a few inches a part and it was driving Cosima insane. "So, Delphine," She felt her chest tighten when the French girl responded to her name, giving the dreadlocked girl her full attention. "tell me about yourself...what school do you go to? Favorite book? Siblings? You know, the normal thing people do to get to know one another."
She bit her lip for a second, something that Cosima noticed she often did when thinking. "I go to the high school...it's not to far from here." She snapped to get her brain to remember. "Uh, it's starts with an 'D'?"
Cosima nearly jumped out of her seat. "Darrismoure?"
"Oui,"
Cosima's eyes lit up like Fourth of July. "Woah! I mean, me too! I haven't seen you around." She did her best to contain her utter excitement. But how could she?
"That's because I haven't enrolled yet. I will very soon. Monday, I believe? Oui, Monday."
Cosima gave her brightest smile. "I'll have to show you around then."
Delphine returned the smile immediately. "I would like that."
They just sat there with grins on their faces. Not that Cosima was complaining or anything. After all, Delphine had a radiant smile. "Any way, tell me more...unless you're not comfortable because if you aren't comfortable then it's okay if you don't want to tell me anything because after all it is your life and who am I to interfere, right? I mean, I must be so annoying! Poking you like that, I am so sorry." She was about to continue her rant when she noticed that Delphine was giggling to the point where she almost couldn't breathe. "...and now I'm talking too much." Cosima slouched. "Sorry," She put her hand to her forehead. "...I'm kinda...always sorry."
Delphine finally gathered enough air to talk. "You are very funny, Cosima. I do not mind you asking me these questions." Her laughter died down to a relaxed chuckle.
"What happened to being 'cheeky'?"
"Your cheekiness is funny," Delphine giggled. "Anyway, a few things about me." She looked off into the distance. "My maman works as a nurse and my father is an author."
Cosima raised her eyebrows. "Ohhh! An author! What has he written?"
The other girl shrugged. "He's a very big scientist. He loves to write about everything from neurology to Evolutionary Development. He's co-written science textbooks for a few universities but those are very private. Um, Cormier, Allaine Cormier."
Cosima tilted her head. "I've heard that name...but I don't think I would have read any of his work...because his French and all."
"Oh, he writes his work in English rather than French. He said it gets more attention that way. At least, that's what he told me."
Cosima twisted a dread in between her fingers and thought for a moment. "God, where have I heard that name before? Maybe I read one of his books...but what was it?" She thought hard for a second but nothing seemed to come up.
Delphine just shrugged. "I'm sure you've read at least some of his work. There is so much of it."
Just then Cosima noticed that Delphine was no longer attached to the conversation. It was all in the body language, she observed. When they first began talking, Delphine was eager and enthusiastic. Once they started discussing her father, Delphine slumped and didn't seem as full of excitemen. "Forget about parents!" Cosima said with a wave of her hand. "I want to learn about you."
Delphine looked up at Cosima, reading her somehow. "You are...very different."
The dreadlocked girl was not expecting that, it completely threw her off guard. And yet she still flashed a smile. "In a...not bad way?"
The French girl nodded. "Oui, I mean...this is going to sound very, uh, boring."
"I don't think you're boring." Cosima said with all seriousness, a bit to serious actually.
Delphine looked back at her with a crooked grin. "Well, I've always been the 'daughter of Brilliant Cormier' or 'daughter of genius'. I've never been Delphine."
"I would like to get to know Delphine." Cosima said with a large grin. Then she asked. "Is that why you moved?" Cosima's smile had faded.
Delphine rolled her eyes. "Non, my father does not care about that. The reason we moved was work related. I had forgotten why." She shook her head and chuckled. "I never imagined telling this to a complete stranger."
"Oh, please," Cosima scoffed with a smile. "I'm not a stranger anymore, Delphine." Just then Cosima felt her phone buzz in her pocket and a annoying ringtone played loudly. "Sorry, sorry, I have to take this," She murmured to Delphine before answering the call. "Hey-o." She sang into the phone.
"Cos, we're leavin'. Where are you?" Sarah asked on the other line.
"Ferris Wheel, I think this is the last cycle then it'll be done."
"Kay, I'll meet you there, geek."
"Punk,"
"Twat,"
"I'm not the one sleeping around."
"Shut up, you." Sarah said, clearly in a fit of laughter, then she hung up.
"That was my sister,," Cosima said rolling her eyes. "I have 4 sisters...we're quadruplets."
Delphine was clearly shocked. "Really? So you all look alike? You look like them?"
"Nah, man, they all look like me." She said, getting the confident act on again. "Hey, the rides ending soon but I want to keep talking to you...but I have to leave. Is there...any way that, you know...I could talk to you again?"
Delphine moved a strand of golden hair behind her ear. "Oui, do you have a pen?" Then she smacked her forehead. "Never mind, may I see your cellphone?"
"Oui," Cosima said in a terrible French accent, earing her a smile from Delphine. She handed the French girl her neon green cellphone and watched Delphine moved her finger tips across the keys rapidly.
"I gave you my number, text me." Delphine gave Cosima another radiant smile.
The ride stopped, "I will...most definitely text you."
Cosima felt the heat coursing throughout her body when Delphine leaned over and press her lips lightly on the corners of Cosima's mouth before getting out of the ride. "It was so nice meeting you, Cosima." Delphine said with a smile. "Ciao, Cosima." And she was gone.
Cosima got out of the ride and watched the girl blend in with the flood of people. The moisture from Delphine's lips tingled Cosima's cheeks as they evaporated. "Ciao," Cosima muttered.
"Oi! Cos! Are you comin'?"
Cosima shook her head out of the trance and spotted Sarah and her friends over by the cotton candy cart near the Ferris Wheel. "Yeah, yep." Cosima took one last glance in the direction she last saw Delphine. Hoping to at least see the girl one last time.
The car ride was extremely quiet. Cosima saw Sarah looking back through the rearview mirror on multiple occasions.
"So, Cos," Felix poked his head in from the front seat. "How was the Ferris Wheel ride?" He was overly excited and was almost hinting something.
Cosima glared at him. "Why do you want to know, Felix?"
"Oh, no reason," he winked at her. "no reason at all." He said seductively.
"Yeah, man, she was hot!" Tony exclaimed. "Who was she?"
"She?" Cosima looked at Tony who sat next to her. "Who is she?" Cosima asked, trying to hide the blushing growing on her cheeks.
"Oh, come on, Cos, don't play stupid!" Sarah exclaimed from behind the wheel. "Did you at least get her number?"
Cosima brought her hand to her forehead. "It isn't like that, guys."
"Not yet, at least." Tony clicked his tongue. "Damn, girl. You're getting all the ladies."
Cosima punched his arm playfully. "Can we not tease me anymore? Honestly, it's all you guys seem to do."
"We love you, Cos!" Sarah exclaimed.
Cosima lay in her bed clutching the green phone in her hand and staring at the newly added contact in there: 'Delphine C. ;)'. All she had to do was send 'Hi'...no that seems like she doesn't want to talk to her. How about 'What's up?'...no that makes her seem like a jerk...
Flying her hands across the slide keyboard, she texted simply: 'Hey, it's Cosima.' And before she sent the message, she added a: ':)' just so she didn't look like a robot.
The wait was the hardest part and eventually Cosima just called it a night. After all, it wasn't as if Delphine would never talk to the girl ever again. Right? She had to have fallen asleep or something. Cosima kept her hopes up before closing her eyes.
Please R/R! I'll try and have the next chapter up by Thursday. If not, sorry! I'll do my best! But reviews are what keep me going!
-Ophelia
