Title: Cindy: one Lindsay: zero
Author: Laby Anne Boleyn
Summary: "What the hel-" quickly, before losing all of my courage, I step into her personal place, my lips toughed hers. With one hand on her lower back I push her closer, then abruptly we break away.
Warning: If two people of the same sex in love bothers you don't read.
Discalmer: I do not own Women Murber Club. James Patterson does, and maybe ABC but I'm not sure on that one since they cancelled the freakin' show.
Notes: This is my second try at a paring story; hopefully it better than the first. R&R.
Lindsay is staring at me with this pissed off look her eyes are narrow and her lips are pinch in, yep, she definitely pissed. And worst of all I'm her target.
I shift uncomfortable; I have about five seconds before Lindsay tear me a new one or arrest me… again. And the worst part is I have no idea what she pissed about. Okay, so, maybe I took that paper about meth a little too far. But pretending to be a junkie sounded like a good idea at that time? Or maybe it's all the unpaid speeding tickets? It' can't be that I mean how does Lindsay expect me to get her so fast?
I started biting my lip, nervously. Because I could think of about dozen more just like that. Uh, I need a plan. Yes a plan, plan good. Come on Cindy think. You're a reporter you're use to think on your feet.
Suddenly I realized she about two steps away and not slowing down. Without out even missing a step she grabs me by the arm and pulls me behind the cop car. Somewhere between being manhandled and pushed into a cop car I come up with my plan.
"What the hel-" quickly, before losing all of my courage, I step into her personal place, my lips touched hers. With one hand on her lower back I push her closer, then abruptly we part.
"You wanted to tell me something." I said coolly, trying to keep my composer.
"Uh, uh, uh, " she uttered. "No." she mumbled, still in mildly stock. "I'm good." She walked away still somewhat stun.
Cindy: one Lindsay: zero.