My first Fayana fic. I don't really know where I'm going with it but yano. Wanted to try something new :D
Faye made her way through the tables of the Boathouse Bar and Grill to Melissa on the far side, next to the window. She swerved her hips with a playful smirk across her face. She liked to do this often. Especially when Cassie or Diana was around. They would always jump to the conclusion that she was up to something and it was much, much funnier when she actually wasn't. Cassie eyed her from behind the counter, dressed head to toe in the nasty waiters uniform. Faye nodded to her slightly and slipped into the chair opposite Melissa.
"What's that look for? Sacrificed another small puppy?" Melissa asked sarcastically.
Faye tutted, "What's this? A backbone?"
Melissa shook her head with only the slightest smile. She took enough shit on a daily basest from practically everyone she knows to now have enough backbone for a whole ocean full of whales. She had learnt to ignore things she didn't want to hear a very long time ago. Only she didn't seem to realise it.
Melissa lifted her handbag onto the desk and scrimmaged around inside. She pulled out an envelope and passed it into Faye's hands. It was a hand written party invite. And it was plastered with golden specks like some child's fairy party yet the bold, sickly writing clearly stated it was Diana's eighteenth birthday.
Faye raised an eyebrow, "Am I your plus one? I'm honoured, but I don't swing that way."
"Its your invitation," Melissa said casually putting her bag back under the table. Faye noted her slip something up her sleave. Nothing good comes from keeping secrets from Faye; she'll find a way to twist it around and stab it through your back. Faye thought maybe Melissa might have learnt by now.
"I am invited to Diana's party?" Faye asked with a shaky laugh.
"Of course you are. You're part of the circle."
"Am I? Thought I was kicked out."
Melissa shook her exasperated. "You are not kicked out and I'm pretty sure you never have been. Just come 'kay? We're all going to be there." Melissa raised her hand and signalled the nearby waitress.
"Is Adam going to be there? Is this a dating mixer? Is it even her eighteenth birthday?" Faye laughed bitterly. Maybe it was more like Faye than Diana to have some hidden meaning beneath every simple act.
The waitress, two years younger, stumbled slightly as she made for their table. Most people were smart enough to be afraid of Faye. A lot of people actually did call her witch behind her back, in fact. If they only knew. "Orders?"
"Can I get a hot chocolate, please Scout?" Melissa smiled.
The waitress turned her head an inch, her eyes looking straight out the window before her, "Faye?" She squeaked.
"Oooh!" Faye cooed. She rested her head on the palm of her hands and looked up at Scout, "Could I maybe get a Flat White please Scout?" She nodded and waddled away at the steadiest pace she could manage.
"Do you do that on purpose?" Melissa scolded.
"What?"
"Scare people."
"What?" Faye moaned. "I did nothing! Its not my fault she listens to rumours!"
"Not just rumours are they, though? I don't think most people can even look at you after what you did to Sally."
Faye rolled her hands and sat back in her chair. "Come on! Nobody can actually think that's me. There is no proof."
"They wouldn't put it past you to kill someone," Melissa said. A different waitress – an older waitress – dropped the drinks off at the table.
Faye picked up her coffee and sipped at it slowly, "Then they are smart."
"Diana would be pissed if she knew you were encouraging these rumours."
Faye tutted, "Forget Diana. Is there anything that doesn't annoy her?"
"Don't Faye. She has only ever looked out for us," Melissa tried to reason with Faye but she didn't need another lecture. It was starting to feel like she was getting one a daily basest, from Diana, Adam, Cassie, her mum. Melissa was the last person she wanted switching sides. She pulled her phone from out of her bra and checked her messages.
-Where are you? Didn't hear you come home last night. – Mum
"Ugh," Faye grumbled. "Mum wants to know where I was last night."
Melissa raised a suspicious eyebrow, "You went out last night?"
"No, of course not, where would I go in this boring town? You couldn't hang out and Jake was busy doing whatever it is he does. What am I suppose to do in this drop kick town with no individual magic?"
"So where were you then?"
"At home."
She checked the next message; it was Jake. So now he texts back.
-Meet you at the abandoned house. – Jake
Melissa slurped loudly and murmured back with a mouth full of hot chocolate, "How did you mum not realise you were home?"
"Please swallow and I didn't want mum to know I was home otherwise she'd talk to me." Faye texted Jake back quickly before squeezing her phone back into her bra.
-Soon. – Faye
Melissa shook her head with a slight smile, "Makes sense."
Faye drunk back the last of her coffee and slammed the mug down on the table, "Jake wants to meet at the abandoned house." Faye stood up and dropped a twenty down on the table.
"So you just drop everything for him?"
"No," Faye smirked, "We drop everything for him." She pulled on Melissa's arm, "Come on."
Faye staunched out of the Grill, Melissa at her heels with the invitation left on the table next to the tip.
Faye strutted her way through the long grass towards the old, run down house. She made sure to sexily swing her hips just in case Jake was peering at her through one of the windows. She couldn't let her aura drop. Like ever. The planks creaked as she wandered up the steps in her shiny, new stilettos. One day somebody is going to fall straight through these stairs. Cassie should be the one to pay for the renovations since she's the one basically destroying the place with her demons and witch hunters every other week.
Faye walked inside, with Melissa behind her, and jumped at the sight of Jake sitting on the stair bannister his face contorted in his constant face of confusion.
He slowly looked up and slid off the bannister, delicately. "Are you invited to Diana's?"
"What? You too?" Faye mocked. "What is she planning?" Faye tapped her fingers against her thigh and marched into the main room.
Jake followed his head low. He dropped onto the couch and hung his head over the armrest with a sigh.
"If you're expecting counselling I'm going to have to make you pay," Faye joked. She sat in the opposite chair and dropped her feet onto the glass table. Melissa sat at Jakes feet, anxious.
"You're going to the party, then?" Jake rolled over and pushed his head into the side of the couch, groaning.
Faye huffed, and rolled her eyes, "Well I guess I could drop by and spice things up."
"Don't ruin her birthday, Faye," Melissa sighed.
"Did I say I was going to ruin it?" Faye sneered. "No. I said I was going to spice it up."
Jake ignored them, "Is Cassie going?"
"Well I'd assume the evil sister number one will have to be there or how else could the whole thing turn to shit?" Faye laughed.
"It will turn to shit," Jake moaned.
"Guys!" Melissa cried. "This night is important to her! Don't do anything bad, please Faye!"
Faye cocked her head, "Is this going to be the reconciliation we have all been waiting for? Diana and Adam?"
"Doubt it."
"Jake you're so negative," Faye mocked.
"Rich," he snapped back.
Faye rolled her eyes and jumped out of her chair. She shoved Melissa aside and sat herself between Jake's legs. "Tell me what's the matter," she said sarcastically as she stroked his calves.
"I kissed Cassie-"
"I'm leaving," Faye wormed her way out of Jakes legs, exasperated.
"No!" Jake grabbed her wrist, pleadingly.
Melissa stood up and nodded awkwardly, "I'll be in the next room."
"You want me to feel sorry for you because you kissed Cassie? Again?" Faye growled between her teeth. She wasn't completely jealous. Half of her was really sick to death of everything, everything revolving around that little blonde headed barbie.
Jake moaned and hit his head against the couch, "It was kind of against her will."
"You raped her," Faye smirked greedily.
"She was pushing me away and I thought she was getting passionate, you know? But yeah, I practically raped her," Jake pushed Faye with his feet and sat up beside her.
"Well, what did you do last time? You must have got away with it?" Faye asked politely.
Jake turned slowly and glowered at her, "Are you actually going to be any help?"
"I think I have a lawyer but I don't know if he goes with rape charges-"
"Faye!" Jake shoved Faye's shoulder with his own and cuddled a pillow in front of himself like a child.
"Fine," Faye snapped. "You better remember this because, for fuck sakes, I'm not going to fuck you, cry with you then sort out your girl problems that don't actually involve me."
Jake looked at her apologetically, "Ok I'm sorry but please drop the jealously."
Now Faye slammed her head against the back of the couch, "I'm not jealous. Just tell me what you want me to do."
Jake cocked his head, "A spell?"
"And what would this spell do? Erase Cassie's memories?" Faye retorted sarcastically.
"Well…" Jake smirked.
Faye smacked him round the back of the head, "I'm a bitch but I'm not a stupid bitch. That could easily go wrong and before we know it Cassie would not just be physically an eight year old but mentally too."
Jake laughed a little at that, "Think of a different one, then."
There wasn't a thing Jake could do to get over this but get drunk and fuck. And in all honestly Faye wasn't really up for that.
There was a bang behind them followed by Melissa skipping under the table and sliding onto the couch in one ungraceful movement. She squished in between Jake and Faye, "I actually have a thing that could help." Melissa opened her sleave and a small clear bag dropped out into her hand. Faye knew what it was straight away.
Jake didn't, "Marijuana?"
"Better," Melissa giggled.
Faye shook her head, "Seriously, Melissa? No."
But Jake and Melissa ignored her; they looked at each other smirking from ear to ear. Jake was right, this party was going to turn to shit.
Faye stalked up the Meade's porch steps following a very loud and annoying Melissa. She flattened down her tight red dress and subtly adjusted her slinky lingerie as it was riding up her butt.
Jake smacked her ass as he ran past, skipping two steps at a time, "I love parties!" Melissa cheered and chased him through the door.
Faye walked through the door and was immediately revolted at the amount of school kids that had been invited also. She quickly skimmed the room; there was ribbons hanging from the walls and flashing lights and a fog machine had been hired then placed in each corner. It looked like a desperate thirteen year olds party, but what else had Faye expected? She spotted Sally by a lotus shaped bowl of punch and decided to try clear up some gossip. Or have some fun. As she walked over she was yanked backwards by a cold, clammy hand. To Faye's surprise the hand belonged to flustered and panicky Diana.
"What's up Meade? Adam not here yet?" Faye teased.
Diana's face washed out in a matter of seconds. Her spastic eyes dropped down to Faye's, "No, he's here," she whispered. Her head jerked towards the dance floor.
The dance floor was mostly occupied with annoying, skinny girls in converse shoes but in the middle, in a not quite so obvious plain sight, was Cassie and Adam embraced it what looked liked a slow dance during a Katy Perry hit.
"Heartbreaking," Faye moaned sarcastically. "Jake will be pleased."
"He looks it," Diana murmured. And he did – jumping around grinding on doorways, fist pumping like some douchebag off Jersey Shore – but maybe that was because he hadn't actually seen Cassie or Adam yet.
"So what's the problem? Not enjoying this triumph of a party?"
Diana dropped her head meekly; "I slept with Adam three nights ago."
Faye blinked surprised but composed herself quickly, "Am I everyone's councillor today?"
"I broke it off with Grant because I thought Adam and I were going to try and fix things but he hadn't messaged me all the next morning or even the day after. So I went to drop his invitation off at his house but he wasn't home so I left it in his letterbox. Then he messaged me saying he was coming and I thought that meant he was coming, like coming so he could see me. But then he walked in with Cassie and now they're dancing and it's my birthday and-and-and-" Diana choked softly as her eyes started to glaze over with tears.
"Fuck," Faye grumbled. She snatched Diana's hand in hers and quickly dragged her up stairs into her bedroom before the water works really began. She pushed Diana down onto the double bed. She dropped onto her back and looked up at the ceiling eyes open in stunned shock.
"He hasn't come and wished me happy birthday yet," she whispered.
Faye sighed and dropped onto the bed beside her. She rolled over so they were both looking up into the ceiling fan. "That's shit," Faye said awkwardly.
"Maybe I should go talk to him? Maybe I misread signs? I think I do that. I always assume things that aren't there. I make stupid decisions when I don't have any facts to base them off," Diana rambled, almost silently. Faye had to strain her ears to listen.
"That's true. Your decision to bind the circle was ridiculous and unnecessary. But fucking somebody is different," Faye comforted in the best way she knew how.
"We didn't fuck," Diana said bitterly, "We made love."
"Exactly. He's the shithead for not saying anything. It meant something to you and it obviously didn't mean anything to him if he started fucking Cassie the next day."
"Right," Diana sobbed. "I meant nothing."
Faye sighed. "Fuck, no! That's not what I mean," she stumbled on her words, quickly trying to find a resolution to the crying, "What I mean is Adam was stupid and lonely. He tries to act like he's a good guy but he's actually completely motivated by whatever it is that gets him off from Cassie. He'd say he doesn't need her but as soon as she is ready he'll drop everything for her. And she is practically PMSing every three days."
Beside her, Diana nodded slowly, the sobs stopped, "You're right."
"I am."
"He is completely motivated by his cock."
"One hundred percent," Faye nodded.
"All guys are."
"Of course," Faye said, thankful something was finally working.
"Faye?" Diana whispered cautiously.
"Ye-" Faye's voice immediately contracted into herself as she saw Diana's head move suddenly a top of hers. Her chocolate hair rolled off her shoulders and rested across Faye's chest. She saw the sparkle of freedom in Diana Meade's eyes as she dropped down closer to Faye inch by inch. Her lips smacked against Faye's angrily and passionately at first. Diana's lips tasted like cherries, Faye always assumed they would have. Her arms lay limp less at her side; her whole body was stiff with shock. Her mouth didn't move but it didn't need to for Diana was moving with a force big enough for them both. Her body started to press down against Faye's and jerk around; her top was slowly riding up. When Diana's hand rose up and cupped Faye's check; Faye suddenly found full control of her body and leapt off the bed. Diana fell back her face contorted in guilt. Faye looked down at her in a last moment of shock before sprinting out the door. Diana shouted her name, pleading for her to come back so she could explain. But Faye couldn't face her ever again. Ever. Faye wasn't lesbian, she would never be lesbian, and this whole experience was Diana's fault.
Faye stumbled down the stairs, but tripped on the last one, falling straight to the floor. Her legs were sprawled across the ground like every muscle in her body had all of a sudden evaporated into thin air.
Diana was behind her again, pulling Faye's arms back towards her murmuring stuff about mistakes and getting carried away. But she hardly heard, not just from shock, but in the middle of the room was Adam and Jake shouting in rage, the subject being of course; Cassie. Melissa spotted Faye and pulled her other arm in the opposite direction. She was being split in two.
"Faye, I'm sorry!" "Don't you ever touch her again!" "Shit, did you hurt yourself?" "I'm drunk right now, it's not me!" "She never liked you!" "Faye, I didn't mean to touch you!" "Cassie despises you!"
Faye's head started to spin out of control. She pushed Diana with all her force and sent her spiralling to the floor, "Get off me you dyke!"
Faye sprinted for the door, it was wide open, the only exit. She left Melissa in the dust and jumped down all four of the porch stairs at once. Her ankle twisted beneath her as she landed and she tumbled back onto the concrete ground. Her dress ripped up the sides but she was more worried about the blood gushing from the cut on her knee.
Jake stumbled down the stairs after her, thrown out by two big black guys. He swore at them and kicked up the dirt before he spotted Faye on the ground. Faye could only imagine what she must have looked like; beat up, crying, hyperventilating.
His eyes softened for a moment, until they glazed over again with a familiar look that she had grown to know so well. He dragged her up at the same moment she pulled herself off the ground. Before any word was spoken she smashed into Jake with more passion and force than Diana had ever laid on her. She washed the cherry flavoured lip balm off on Jake's lips, hoping to never have to taste it again. Jake stumbled backwards across the yard pulling Faye along with him. She started to work at his jean zipper as he pulled her dress off with a shred that split it in half. She didn't worry; she just wanted out. She wanted to forget. She wanted to wash the smell of Diana off her with the smell of a man, a guy, Jake. She let all ambitions go out the window and dropped into the nearest bush dragging Jake down with her.