This is a Power Rangers RPM story, focused on my OC's life before and after Venjix's attack, and her eventual romance with Dillon. I love Dillon/Summer together, and their relationship will not be ignored in this story, but the endgame is meant to be Dillon/Pamela (my OC).
Pamela is openly bisexual, so no homophobic/biphobic comments, please.
These are other Pamela ships I might explore: Ziggy/Pamela, Summer/Pamela and Gemma/Pamela. Like I said, Dillon is her endgame, but I like to think of other possibilities...
This is my first fanfiction ever, and I was very hesitant to post it because: 1) English is not my first language, so if there are any grammar mistakes, feel free to let me know. I apologize in advance. 2) Keeping everyone in character is rather difficult, but I'll try my best not to make anyone OOC.
It might take some time for Dillon to show up, and even more for the Ranger stuff to start, but I hope you'll still bear with me and give this story a chance. Please let me know what you think.
Go to Pinterest and search BarbyChan4ever for inspirations and aesthetics of the story.
Since this story parallels Power Rangers RPM, some scenes and dialogue will be taken directly from the episodes, so I take the time now to credit RPM with that.
Trigger warning: My OC deals with grief and suicidal thoughts. This is meant to be a romance story, but it will also deal with a lot of drama and angst. I might change the rating to 'M' as we move forward for possible sexual situations.
Chapter 1
She could never decide what to wear for parties. Or any sort of social event for that matter. Pamela Seaver wasn't exactly obsessed with fashion, but she felt the need to look good, in order to make her aunt Robin happy. Why is this so hard? It's not like I own too many things.
Her aunt Robin had made it her life mission to bake the perfect cake and invite Pamela's closest friends to her house for her birthday. It was just a small get-together, since Pamela only had three friends, but it was still a party. She was positive she'd enjoy it, and was grateful to have any kind of support, but there was still something missing... her parents. They'd passed away 8 years ago, and the pain was still unbearable.
Right after their deaths, she went to live with her aunt. Robin was warm and caring, and Pamela felt very lucky to have her, even now that she was all grown up. But she still felt as if she was a burden. She should have left once high school was over, to a dorm room in college, to study... something. Instead, she was still living in the house, waiting tables at the local diner, barely making a cent. She felt like the worst.
She didn't feel like she belonged in college, or anywhere for that matter. She didn't have any goals other than finding reasons to stay alive. She thought of herself as selfish. She had people that cared for her, yet somehow couldn't manage to be happy. Pamela was a great actress, and was sure that her aunt was clueless about her depressing thoughts. Her friends, on the other hand, weren't so easy to fool.
They were an interesting group. She'd known Jenny since they were little girls. While doodling in kindergarten, Jenny had accidentally broken her red crayon and started crying, so in order to make her stop, Pamela let her have hers. The sweet blonde had been her best friend since. She was petite and quiet.
Harriet was another story. They'd met during their sophomore year in high school, when she'd transferred to her school. They became friends after the teacher paired them up together for an assignment. She was breathtakingly beautiful. But it was her fierce attitude that resulted in Pamela catching feelings for her. Of course, she'd never dared to say anything to her about it. Jenny was the only one aware of Pamela's feelings for Harriet. She knew that her friend would never tease her about it, or say a word to anyone about the matter. But those feelings were long gone now. She had come to terms that Harriet was just meant to be a friend, and one worth keeping.
Alex was her most recent friend. She'd started working at the diner about a year ago, and they'd bonded over their mutual dislike for ungenerous tippers. She was loud, and had no tact.
Her friends knew about her pain. But every time they tried to get her to open up, she'd change the subject. She didn't want to talk about it. She wanted to pretend everything was fine, even though it wasn't. Pamela felt like an awful friend for not being able to talk about her problems with them. It wasn't like she didn't trust them. She just couldn't say the words out loud.
Talking about it wouldn't solve anything.
After an hour of searching for the right outfit, and making a mess out of her bedroom, she'd decided to go for a simple pair of jeans, a grey sweater and a pair of sneakers. She just didn't feel like wearing a dress. Besides, it wasn't like she needed to impress her friends, and she didn't think her aunt would actually protest.
Too much thinking was messing with her head. She didn't actually feel like celebrating, or smiling... or living. But she couldn't just go downstairs and tell her aunt that she wanted to cancel the party. It'd be selfish and wrong. With great effort, she put on her brave face, and decided to face the occasion.
"Oh, there you are. I was beginning to think you'd crawled under your bed." Her aunt said, once she saw her coming into the kitchen. Robin was giving some final touches to Pamela's birthday cake. It was a chocolate cake, medium size, with vanilla sprinkles.
"And miss this? Not a chance." And she meant it. Robin's cooking was delicious, and her smile made her forget about her troubles for a few moments. "I hope you don't mind, but... I just couldn't bring myself to put on a dress." Pamela muttered.
"Oh, Pammy, that's okay. You look adorable." Robin said in a soothing tone.
Suddenly, the bell rang.
"The girls are here! I'll open the door." She offered. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Hopefully, that'd never change.
Pamela smiled and nodded. This was going to be a long, mushy evening.
Once the greetings were over, they'd all sat down on the table.
"So, how you'd been, Pam? Are you seeing anyone right now?" Alex blurted out.
Pamela snorted. "Alex, you just saw me yesterday. We work together, remember? And you know that I'm happily single."
"Um, yeah, but I don't believe you. Deep down, you're hoping to find some tall, handsome gentleman that'll sweep you off your feet."
"Or lady." Harriet added with a short laugh.
Pamela stared at her friends in disbelief. She was grateful that Robin had gone back to the kitchen to admire her cake, or else she'd be adding more fuel to the fire.
She didn't need a companion. Being with someone would mean being honest and truthful, and if she couldn't do that with the people she already knew and loved, then which was the point.
That's why she'd only settle for casual one night stands, with any pretty person that'd seem nice enough and who wouldn't be asking for anything more.
Who needs a relationship, when the other person would probably just end up leaving, anyway?
Her bisexuality wasn't exactly a secret to anyone. That was one fact about herself that she'd decided to share. Her friends were a bit much sometimes, but they weren't close minded.
Harriet still couldn't know about the whole crush thing though. She'd probably laugh it off, but Pamela was still a bit embarrassed by it.
"Slow down, please. Look, you all know I just don't feel like being in a relationship. Who knows, maybe one day I'll find somebody, but today is not that day and I just..." She stopped herself from saying anything else once she'd realized that Robin'd already served the cake, which had 19 candles on it.
"Time to make a wish!" Her voice was full of enthusiasm.
In a way, Pamela was jealous of her aunt. She was like a human rainbow, always finding the joy in everything. Oh, how'd she wished she could be like that, instead of thinking of possible ways to die, and listing reasons to live.
Her aunt and her friends were at the top of the list. Food was in second place. Well, not all food. She'd just settle for ice cream, pizza, and cake. And perhaps a bag of nachos. The third place belonged to Spirited Away. A movie were the main character can be transported to a different world and return full of bravery was surprisingly comforting and worth rewatching.
Pamela stared at all the women around her. She didn't doubt their love for her. But there was a warmth that was still missing. One that she hadn't felt since her parents. Perhaps one day she'd feel it again. That was her wish. Finally, she blew very hard and all the candles on her cake went out. And it turned out of be as delicious as she'd expected.