So, Hellcats has only been on once (twice, if you count tonight's upcoming episode) but I already love it, and I thought it would be fun to make a story for it. I have a thing for Ashley Tisdale characters having kids... Is that noticeable? Lol. I know this is short, but I ran out of things to say, and things to do for the first chapter. I might be able to do more with the second chapter. Tell me what you think. Oh, and if you have any ideas, please let me know. I'm constantly running into writer's block.
"...5, 6, 7, 8, 1, 2, 3, 4..."
Savannah breathed heavily as she sat down on the bleachers. She'd been in the gymnasium for the last four hours, trying to get a new routine down perfectly. Everyone that knew her, knew she was a perfectionist. Everything had to be perfect. If it wasn't, it wasn't even good. She's worked herself up so much she's passed out before. She can't help it if she has to have something perfect. It was a disorder. No one else had it. Well, her parents and sister are neat freaks and very proper, but Savannah was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder when she was just seven years old. Her parents didn't think it was normal that when she was two, she'd take her diaper off and put it back on herself, and it would fit perfect after wards. They thought it was weird that when she was four, she liked an even amount of stuffed animals in her crib. If there was an odd number, she'd throw one off her bed. They thought it was abnormal that when she was seven, her clothes all had to be facing the same way, her bed couldn't have any wrinkles on it, even if she was in to to go to sleep, or that her eggs had to be cut in exactly the same shape and size, and it had to be an even amount.
"You're gonna make yourself crash."
Savannah looked up, seeing Vanessa, and she shook her head. "I won't. I'm just..."
"Overheated, soaked with sweat, on the verge of hyperventilating. Savannah, you have to slow down," Vanessa said, walking over to the bleachers and sitting next to her.
"I can't, I have to get this routine down."
"I told you not to worry about the routine. It doesn't have to be perfect."
"Yes, it does."
Vanessa let out a small breath, and she ran her hand over Savannah's back. "Do you remember when you first transferred over here, and you were the new girl, and you saw Alice crying over thinking she was pregnant?"
"Yeah..."
"And do you remember when you walked right over to her and lent her a shoulder, and let her open up to you, and you helped her get through the toughest moment of her life?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, that's what I'm doing for you. I'm right here if you ever need to talk, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what. And being here for you includes me telling you that you need to slow down and take a breather. I love you Savannah; I love all of my girls. I'm not going to let my OCD ridden perfectionist hurt herself just because she has to have every single step perfect."
"But, it's so hard not to make it perfect... It's who I am, Vanessa; I can't change who I am," Savannah said, rubbing her eyes as her voice cracked.
"I'm not asking you to change who you are. I'm asking you to just do your best and not worry about the flaws."
"I have flaws?" Savannah asked with a sob, as she stood up.
"No, no, no!" Vanessa said, standing up. "You don't have flaws. Don't worry about it, you're going to get it, just not in one day."
"But, if I get it done in one day, I'll have all the other days to go over it a couple times and then just clean the dorm and organize Marti's clothes and color code her books."
"Savannah, you have nothing to... you color code books?"
Savannah nodded. "Yeah, it keeps them neat and in a color scheme..."
Vanessa looked at Savannah for a few seconds. "Look, you can practice some more tomorrow. You go take a shower, eat something, and go to bed."
"It's 10:30 in the morning..."
"Then, take a nap. You look like you need it."
"Are you telling me I look bad?"
"You're gorgeous, just tired. Go."
Savannah sighed and she pushed her bangs out of her face. "...Fine," she said, before walking out of the gym.
Marti awoke, due to the constant ringing of a cell phone. She knew it wasn't hers; it had to be Savannah's. She looked at her alarm clock and saw that it read 1:42 AM. Whoever was calling, was obviously calling for a reason. She got up out of bed and she shook Savannah lightly.
"Savannah. You're phone's ringing, wake up," Marti said, picking Savannah's pink cell phone up.
Savannah didn't even so much as stir. Marti let out a small breath and she sat down on her bed, answering the phone. "Hello?"
"...Who is this?"
"This is Savannah's roommate Marti. I tried waking her up, she's really knocked out."
"You have to wake her up. Tell her to get to the hospital as soon as possible; Leilani's having seizures."
"O-okay... May I ask who's calling?"
"I'm her sister. Please, wake her up, her daughter's in the hospital."
Savannah has a daughter? Marti thought.
"Savannah, your sister's on the phone; wake up," Marti said, shaking Savannah again.
This time, she succeeded. Savannah took in a deep breath and she blinked tiredly, looking at Marti. "Hm?" she muttered.
"Your sister's on the phone, she says Leilani's in the hospital."
Savannah shot straight up and took the phone from Marti. "Charlotte? What's going on?" she asked, hurrying to the closet.
Marti didn't listen in on Savannah's conversation with her sister; that's rude. It was basically because she was still trying to wrap her head around Savannah 'The Saint' Monroe having a daughter. She could have sworn the girl was a virgin, but it was obvious now that she isn't as innocent as she appears to be.
Marti looked over to Savannah as she heard her close her phone, and she watched her for a few seconds as she dressed herself. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, she just-she has Epilepsy, she has these... fits that just erupt out of nowhere. Where are my car keys?" Savannah asked, finishing putting her shoes on.
"In your drawer," Marti said, opening the drawer on Savannah's nightstand.
"What?"
"Here," she said, holding the keys out to her. Marti knew she was preoccupied; she didn't blame her. If she had a child that was hospitalized because of having a seizure, she'd be pretty upset and disoriented as well. "Do you want me to come with you? I'll drive; you're obviously panicking."
"Would you?"
"Sure, just let me throw some clothes on."
"Thank you."
Marti nodded, and she ran her hand through her hair, before she started getting dressed. She didn't want to keep Savannah waiting, so she just got dressed in a sweat suit and followed Savannah out of the dorm.
It was obvious that Savannah was worried, but how on earth could she seem so calm now, after practically having a panic attack back at the dorm? Sure, maybe she was used to it, but still. Her emotions changed so fast.
"Miss Monroe?"
Marti and Savannah both looked up when the doctor spoke, and Savannah stood up.
"That's me," Savannah said.
"Leilani's doing just fine. She did have a minor seizure, but it's nothing to be too alarmed over. If it's okay with you, I'd like to keep her over night to monitor her."
Savannah nodded. "That's fine... Can I see her?"
"You sure can. The young lady that brought her in is in there with her right now. She's in room 18."
"Come on," Savannah said, glancing to Marti before starting down the hall.
Once they made their way to the assigned room, Savannah hurried over to a small girl, overlooking the girl that was sitting in the chair by the bed.
"Are you okay, Baby?" Savannah asked, running her hand through the toddler's hair.
"I otay," she said, reaching her arms out. "Up."
Savannah picked her up and she kissed her cheek lightly. "I'm so glad you're alright... Do you feel okay? Your head doesn't hurt, your tummy's okay?"
"Yeah, I otay."
Savannah hugged the little girl, and she ran her hand over her back.
Marti smiled, watching the mother and child, and she couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of Savannah's daughter. Her own mother never showed affection like that. Savannah had more love for her daughter in the tip of her pinky finger than Marti's mother had for her in her whole body.
"She's been asking for you; she started crying when I told her you weren't here yet," the girl, who Marti assumed to be Charlotte, said.
"Aw," Savannah said. "Mommy's here now, it's okay. The doctor's gonna have you sleep over tonight though, okay? Mommy will be here with you."
"No, I go Mommy's house," Leilani said.
"Sweetheart, you can't yet. The doctor wants to make sure you're okay. Mommy will stay here with you. You can come and stay at Mommy's house tomorrow, okay?"
"No, now."
"Lani, you can't right now."
Leilani's eyes filled with tears, and her bottom lip pouted out as her chin trembled. She started with a small, almost inaudible whine, but broke out into a loud cry.
Savannah bit her lip lightly and she laid Leilani down in her arms, swaying side to side. "It's okay, Sweetie; we'll go to my house tomorrow. Mommy's gonna stay here with you tonight. We'll have a sleep over, it'll be fun; I promise."
"She's just as spoiled as you were when you were her age," Charlotte said.
Savannah ignored Charlotte, and she laid Leilani down on the bed before getting up on it herself. She lifted her shirt up and let Leilani start sucking on her breast.
Marti couldn't help but smile, watching Leilani eat. It was the sweetest thing in the world. She still couldn't grasp that Savannah was a mother, but watching her at this moment, it wasn't hard to believe. "Uh... Savannah? I have classes at 7. If I take the car, will you call me when you're ready to come back? I'll pick you up."
Savannah nodded and looked at Marti. "Yeah, that's fine. Thanks for coming with me."
"Anytime. I hope she feels better."
"She will. Thanks."
Marti nodded and she made her way out of the room. She had to admit; even though Savannah wasn't her favorite person in the world, and she was way too optimistic and overly peppy, she was an amazing mother. She definitely had a new perspective of Savannah.