It's Friday night. It's Friday night in Toronto and Fiona Coyne is curled up on her couch in a blanket, freezing her butt off and pretending to watch a movie. She can't get over how cold it is and she can't get over her urge to spontaneously invite Imogen over either. She's been texting Imogen for a while and her fingers are tapping away furiously in response to another adorable remark of Imogen's and before she knows it she's smiling like a fool and is glad her mom isn't home to call her out on it.
She can't believe how quickly she fell head over heels for Imogen, but she wouldn't trade the feeling for anything in the world. School was never a bore with her and seeing her was always the highlight of Fiona's day. There was just something special about Imogen that drew Fiona in, and she could never quite put her finger on it (although the smell of Imogen's hair and the blazing look she sometimes got in her eyes did a pretty good job of that).
So, for what seemed like the thousandth time, she wrote a message asking Im to come over. Fiona threw her head back, completely exasperated at not knowing what to do. Part of her was much too nervous to send it. The other was desperate to be in the girl's company. Finally, after staring at the movie she wasn't really watching for ten more minutes, she gave in. Hey Im, do you want to come over tonight? I'm trying to watch a movie, but it's sooo boring. You can bring a movie of your choice. :) She pressed send immediately, not wanting to dwell on the decision and end up backing out. In less than a minute her phone went off. A smile broke across her face and she bit her lip before replying. Well hurry up and get over here! Can't wait!
Another ten minutes go by before Fiona's kicking herself. "Oh why did I invite her over? I'm going to make a fool of myself!" She darted in and out of her room and cleaned up as quickly as she could. There really wasn't much to clean, but she had to keep herself occupied. The butterflies in her stomach appeared to be having quite the dance party. Knowing Imogen would be there any minute, Fiona abruptly stopped herself. "Okay, Fiona. Breathe," She closed her eyes for a moment. She inhaled a long breathe through her nose and held it. She exhaled through her mouth. A smile threatened to break her composure now. Imogen was coming over and Fiona was much too excited for her own good.
She had started over to the kitchen to start making hot chocolate when her phone went off again. She unlocked the screen and read her latest text. "Fi! Open the door this instant!" Fiona smoothed her purple t-shirt and made her way to the door, not questioning why Imogen didn't just knock. She pulled open the door, and was surprised to find nobody there. "Imogen?" She peeked around and even took a few tentative steps outside to scout the area. "Is this some kind of prank?" A moment goes by. "She's probably not here yet… Making me anxious for nothing."
Fiona went back to her room, aiming to find something to make waiting more bearable. She settled on fixing her bedspread. Again.
She didn't hear the steps approaching fast from behind her.
Before she knew it she was getting a frigid hug from behind and she screamed from the shock and fear coursing through her body. Fiona whipped around, Imogen practically rolling on the floor with laughter."Imogen!" Tears were running down Imogen's face. Fiona grabbed a pillow and took a swing at the girl but Im was too fast.
"I just wanted to surprise you, Fi! But you have to admit that was a pretty great response." Fiona took another swing but Imogen caught it. "C'mon, Fiona. What are sneak attacks for?"
Fiona couldn't stay mad. "Alright, alright. You're a genius."
"And?"
"And a master ninja assassin sent to make me freeze to death. I'm assuming you came in through the fire escape?"
"Right," Imogen smiled mischeviously. God that smiled killed Fiona every time. "You really need to lock that thing more often."
"Good idea." The girls embraced and lingered there before Fiona went to lock the window. She called out from the other room, "so what movie do you want to watch tonight?"
"I brought a couple but I was thinking Paranormal Activity. What do you think?" Imogen took the time to change into her pajamas: a pair of cute sweatpants and a graphic tee. She skipped back into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Fiona. Fiona stared at her.
"Isn't that movie supposed to be insanely scary?"
"Supposedly," Imogen replied. "But that's why I'm going to watch it with you! Then we can cover each other's eyes during all the scary parts, and then if we get scared at night we'll have each other!" Fiona's stomach flipped. That… didn't sound so bad after all.
"Besides," Imogen continued, laying her head back on Fiona's lap, "I really want to see it but I don't want to watch it all by myself."
Fiona's cheeks were burning. She took a chance and glanced down at Imogen, who was avoiding her gaze and her cheeks looked awfully pink as well. "Fine. But one condition." Fiona stated.
"What's that?" Imogen asked solemnly. Fiona ran a hand over Imogen's hair. Fiona always loved it when Imogen was like this. Slightly vulnerable, but so open.
"We get some hot chocolate and more blankets first." Fiona tilted her head and smiled.
Imogen sat straight up, nearly bouncing up and down when she turned to Fiona. "Really? Can we have cookies and popcorn too, please? You always have the best snacks!"
Fiona giggled at Imogen's excitement. "Yeah. That's fine."
Imogen planted a kiss on Fiona's cheek before she bounced up off of the couch. "I'll get the blankets!" She nearly danced into Fiona's room.
Fiona sat there, dumbstruck. It took her a few moments to register what had just happened. Slowly she stood up and walked into the kitchen, trying to hide the grin she had no hope of containing.
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I hope you liked it! I'm thinking I'll probably continue this. I really love Fiona and Imogen together and I want to continue writing about them. :) Tell me what you think- this is my first story here on fanfiction.