Fifty Shades of Phoebe
Disclaimer: I won't be writing one of these on every chapter, so just so we are very clear; I am not E L James! Fifty Shades of Grey, nor its sequels, in any way belong to me.
A/N: My first attempt at a 'Fifty Shades' fanfiction; I hope it goes well! It begins around 15 years after the trilogy ends. Most of this story will be told from Phoebe's point of view, though these may be a few characters whose POV we see in later chapters.
Also, please take into account the M rating, as there will be adult themes throughout this story.
Phoebe's POV
I look in the mirror at my appearance. Today I'm dressed in some overly expensive green designer dress and heels. I feel ridiculous, it's not that the outfit isn't nice - it's actually absolutely gorgeous - but it's just so not me. My brown hair is all pulled into some unnecessarily intricate up-do and it's so tight that it feels like someone has given me a face lift. Picking up the outfit-matching handbag, I turn away from my appearance and head out of my room to find my parents.
"Wow, for a second there I almost thought you were a girl, but I know better." My brother, Teddy, quips as he leaves his room all dressed up.
"How strange, for a second there I almost thought you weren't an asshole, but I know better." I tell him, as I lock the door to my bedroom. After he finishes locking his room, we both set off down the hall, towards the living area, ready to be greeted by our parents.
"I'll bet you 20$ that Mom cries at least once tonight." Teddy tells me as we walk.
"That's a guarantee, no way am I stupid enough to take that bet. I will, however, put money on Grandma getting all teary-eyed."
"Also a guarantee, I'm her only Grandson and she's incredibly proud that I'm succeeding in life. She cried at the graduation, of course she's going to cry at my last family meal before college." He says.
"Valid point, how about this, then, my money is on Grandma to cry first. You willing to put yours on Mom being first?" I ask, by now we've both stopped in the hall and I watch as his face changes while he ponders the proposition.
Clearly having made a decision, he holds out his hand, to which I do the same. "Deal."
"Deal." I say, as we shake hands.
As soon as we enter the living room, I'm sure I'm about to lose the bet. Mom's eyes go all glassy just looking at us. "Gosh, my two beautiful children, growing up so fast every day." She says, coming over to us. "I can't believe my little boy has graduated, oh I'm so proud of you Teddy!" She pulls him in for a hug.
"As am I, son." Dad says, stepping forward and reaching into his pocket. He pulls something out. "Which is why I would like to give you this, consider it a graduation present." He says, as he throws him a set of keys for what I can only assume to be a car. Both of our mouths drop open.
"Does that mean I can drive to the restaurant tonight?" He asks, as he toys with his new keys.
"Yes, you may so long as you drive safely." He tells him, looking serious. I turn to Teddy and then look to Dad, and then back to Teddy, hoping one of them will answer my un-asked question. It is Dad who answers. "It's your brother's car, so it's his decision." He tells me. I look expectantly at Teddy.
Sighing, he turns to me and rolls his eyes, "Fine, but it's my car, which means it's my music." He tells me and I grin.
"Wow, this is a sweet car!" I say, running my hand along the paintwork.
"Audi S8," he informs me, "one of the safest models around." He laughs; clearly this was Dad's choice.
"I like the black, looks very sophisticated." I tell him.
"Yes, I, Theodore Raymond Grey, am the most sophisticated of the whole Grey clan." He says, in his most pompous voice.
I laugh, "You sounded so much like Dad then," I say, as I open the door. "Oh, man, how do you intend to keep this clean?" I ask, looking at this beige leather interior.
"I won't be. I'll be paying someone a lot of money to get it completely clean whenever I know I'll be seeing Dad." He says, climbing in.
Behind us, in climbs a guy in a black suit, he looks to be around Teddy's age. I turn to Teddy and raise an eyebrow.
"This is Joe, the security Dad hired to go to college with me."
"Joe's your last name?" I ask, turning to look at him.
"No, ma'am, my last name is Stokes. Theodore, however, felt that if we were to be spending lots of time together then we should be on a first-name basis." He replies.
I ponder this for a moment, "In that case, so long as I'm calling you Joe, you can call me Phoebe." I tell him, awkwardly reaching my hand around to shake his.
"You both belted in?" Teddy, asks us. We both show him our seatbelts. "Awesome, let's get going then!" He says, as he turns the key in the ignition and music starts to blast through the speakers.