Out of the Blue
Disclaimer: I don't own Ugly Betty or any characters used in this.
Summary: Five drabbles, arranged in chronological order. AmandaHilda femmeslash pairing.
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"Who's that?" Amanda asked.
"Who?" replied Marc.
"There. Talking to Betty's nephew." Marc's expression was blank. "You know, that kid with the fashion sense," she elaborated.
"Oh! He's here again?"
A beautiful young Hispanic woman was talking to the boy – more accurately, lecturing him. Could that be his mom? No, Betty's sister couldn't look like that. "I cannot believe you would disobey me again to come here," she said fiercely to the boy.
Amanda tried to make conversation. "Maybe he'll end up working here some day," she said.
"I hope not," said the woman, and with that she was gone.
…
"Um, Amanda? Are you… nervous, about something?" asked Marc, anxiously.
"No. What makes you say that?"
"Well, you showed up at my apartment with no notice, emptied my refrigerator of its contents, then ordered…" He shuddered, " fast food. Seriously, what if the grease vapor gets stuck in the walls? Think of the property values."
"Burger?" offered Amanda.
"Er, no thanks. Really, no."
Out of the blue, Amanda said, "So. Do you think we'll ever see her again?"
"Who?" asked Marc.
"Betty's sister."
Marc gasped. "Amanda, do you have a crush?"
"Of course not," she snapped.
"Riiiight," nodded Marc, smiling.
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"Oh, um, hello. Is this about work, did you want to talk to Betty?" asked Hilda, surprised at who had been there when she answered the door.
"Actually, I was hoping to talk to you," he said.
"Hi Marc!" said Justin, waving.
"Hi, Justin. How's it going? I absolutely love your new shoes."
"Look, do you want to talk to me, or did you just come here for Justin's fashion tips?" asked Hilda.
"Hm, Justin's fashion tips. Has a nice ring to it," said the boy.
"Can you come outside with me? This is sort of private," said Marc.
Hilda followed him, and he said, "Look, Amanda won't admit it, but she likes you. Can you at least talk to her?"
"Likes me? As in –"
"Right."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm straight!"
"Just talk to her," suggested Marc, beginning to walk away. "Just so you know," he said, suddenly turning around, "you're beeping."
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Hilda wasn't quite sure how this had happened, but somehow Amanda had been able to talk her into going out on a date. That woman was certainly persuasive. I guess I can try this, just to see how it turns out, she thought.
They went for sushi, and Hilda was surprised to learn that she didn't mind raw fish. She was even more surprised that she didn't mind dating a woman. Amanda was more intelligent then she had originally come across as. She was also surprisingly romantic, and, she noted, very attractive. She had a great body. Maybe she should try selling Herbalux.
Her musings were interrupted by Amanda, who suddenly kissed her passionately on the mouth. It was another new thing that Hilda found she quite enjoyed.
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"Justin, there's something I think you should know," said Hilda.
"What is it?" he asked, concerned.
"I'm seeing someone new."
"Okay," he said, wondering where this was going. His mom didn't usually tell him these things unless it was serious.
"It's Amanda. From MODE."
"The woman who can't pronounce words?" asked Justin.
"Well, I'm trying to teach her to pronounce words, but yes, that's her."
"Is she learning?"
"Yes, she's doing very well. But Justin, doesn't this surprise you?"
"Yeah, I thought that once someone's in the habit of speaking like that it's hard to break."
"Justin, that's not… Never mind. Are you okay with this?"
"Sure. Hey, do you think she'll be able to get me access to clothes from MODE?" said Justin excitedly.
"I'll ask her," sighed Hilda.