A/N: Hello everyone. I'm back with another story. I'm really excited about this one! I already have everything planned out and I know how the story will progress. The only thing that's left is getting there! This is set in 2013 (duh). Jane is 19 and Maura is 18. So now that you know this, on with the story!
All mistakes are mine, feel free to let me know how I can improve my writing and with it this story!
Jane scowled as she looked at all the people around her. They were going through eight hundred dollar wine like she went through mints. One of them even had the guts to say that it tasted horrible. Jane had gaped at her, before snapping her mouth shut and turning on her heel. She knew that there were differences between her 'kind' (as they so politely put it) and between them, but she had no idea how big they were.
She had taken a catering job to get through the summer and (in the process) away from her overly nosy family. But she had no idea she was going to be working at places where no one had to tie their shoe laces (if they even could at all) and where a simple glass of water had to have either a slice of lemon or bubbles in them. Seriously, what was wrong with simply tap water?
Sighing, Jane watched as another woman with way too much perfume on grabbed a glass of champagne and gave her a disdainful look. Rolling her eyes, the 19 year old walked back to the kitchen to put the now empty tray down. Checking her watch, she figured she was due for a bathroom break. Looking around, she ran a hand through her hair. Where the hell as the bathroom?
"Carrie!" She saw the older woman enter the kitchen. "Where's the bathroom?" Being directed upstairs because apparently the hostess didn't want the staff to use the downstairs one (probably afraid of germs) Jane trudged her way up the stairs, deciding to take her time.
As she reached the first floor, Jane groaned. She should've asked which one of the many doors the bathroom was. Figuring everyone was downstairs anyway, Jane decided to open every single door until she reached the bathroom.
"Probably lined with golden tiles and chrome taps. Seriously, why do they need the most expensive stuff of everything? And what is up with not being allowed t use the bathroom downstairs? Freakin' rich people." Jane kept mumbling as she opened door after door.
There were several bedrooms, a gym (yes, a gym), an at home theater, more bedrooms. Jane felt her frustration grow. Why the hell did they need all this stuff? Sighing, she opened another door. Another bedroom.
"Hello." Jane was just about to close the door when she heard the voice. She jumped, not having seen anyone inside the room.
Fully opening the door, she saw a girl around her age sitting on the bed, a book on her lap. She had a confused look on her face as she looked Jane up and down. Recognition appeared in her eyes when she saw the outfit Jane was wearing.
"Did my mother send you?" The question was asked quietly and Jane had to strain her ears to actually catch it.
Her voice however. It sounded angelic. Soft, delicate. Jane shook her head no as she really looked at the girl. She was dressed elegantly, a blue dress that reached just passed her knees (at least that's what Jane assumed. She was sitting on her bed), a yellow flower in her hair, hair that hung loosely around her shoulders, a golden glow surrounding it from the sun shining through her bedroom window. Her hazel eyes were questioning, but Jane could easily see past it, could see the loneliness in them. Finding her voice, she stepped further into the room.
"No, I was actually looking for the bathroom. Found the gym though." The girl's eyes widened momentarily and Jane swore she saw a flash of relief in them.
"Oh! There's one right behind you. You're welcome to use it. I suppose mother told you she would rather not have you use the one downstairs?" Jane nodded.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" The honey-blonde merely shrugged. "That's just my mother."
Jane nodded once more and figuring the conversation was over, she turned back. She stopped, something popping into her head. "Aren't you supposed to be downstairs? You're definitely dressed for it."
She watched as a blush appeared on the girls face. "I don't do well in social gatherings. I'd much rather read a book. I also doubt my mother misses me. She'd be more than pleased with me out of the way. I only seem to embarrass her and father." She started picking at a loose strand. She shouldn't have said so much. Especially not to someone working for her mother. Jane didn't seem to mind though, shrugging as she stepped fully into the room.
"Well, you're not missing much. Just a bunch of rich people drinking wine and talking about how their son did at some kind of ball thing. Or it could've been her daughter. I ain't sure." Jane smiled, waiting for a laugh to fill the room. Instead, she was met with a blank stare. Okay, never mind.
"So what are you reading?" This time, the girl's eyes lit up as she smiled. She proudly showed her the book. Pride and Prejudice. Jane raised an eyebrow. Really?
"It's a very interesting book. I can't seem to be able to put it down."
"You just did." Again, she was met with a blank stare. Tough crowd tonight. Jane continued. "I've seen the movie. It was okay."
"There's a movie?" Jane just looked at her, wondering who this girl was and what she did in her free time. "Yeah with Keira Knightly." When she got no sign of recognition, she went on. "Pirates of the Caribbean, King Arthur?" Again, nothing. "Really? You don't watch any movies?"
The girl cocked her head to one side, thinking this over. "I've seen various documentaries, but these titles that you just listed don't sound familiar to me."
Jane chuckled, shaking her head. Turning to close the door, she walked over to the bed and sat down opposite the girl. Holding out her hand, she introduced herself. "Jane Rizzoli. Movie fanatic." The girl smiled, grabbing onto Jane's hand. "Maura Isles. Bookworm." The smiled at each other, before Jane grew serious.
"So seriously, you haven't hear of any of these movies?" Maura shook her head. "Hm, what about The Lord of The Rings? Batman? Superman? Harry Potter?" Again, the honey-blonde shook her head.
Jane was stomped. This wasn't possible. No one, absolutely no one on earth (with the exception of third world countries) had never heard of these movies. Jane's mouth was literally hanging open and Maura seemed to grow uncomfortable.
"Why? Is that bad?" Jane snapped out of her thoughts, shutting her mouth in the process.
"Bad? Of course that's bad!" Maura frowned. She had never heard of these movies. She was taught that they interfered with the learning process and that they were nothing other than bad for you. But now Jane said it was bad that she hadn't seen any of them. She was confused.
"Mother and father told me that they were bad for me. They would interfere with my learning process, so I never watched them."
Jane was quiet for a moment. How could parents do that to their children? "So you've never seen any cartoons?" "I have actually. Although mother and father don't know of this. They always lock the television away." Jane's eyes widened. "They lock- What the hell!" Maura blinked, not understanding Jane's outburst. "I did learn how to pick locks."
Again, Jane was reduced to staring at the girl in front of her. Movies and cartoons were the best thing when she was a child. It was a way for her to get away from everything in the real world. How did this girl survive without it? Okay, that might have been a tad dramatic, but come on! No television. Jeez. Shaking her head, Jane fixed Maura with a stare.
"Tell ya what. I'll write down a few titles of movies you have to watch and you can rent them or whatever. Watch them in that freakin' huge theater of yours." Jane waved in the general direction of the theater, watching a smile start to spread on Maura's face.
"Really? You'd do that for me?" Jane shrugged, acting like if it was nothing. Which it was to Jane. "Of course, you haven't lived until you've seen the classics. Oh! You should definitely add the Godfather to your list. Got a pen and paper?" Maura was ecstatic.
She rushed to grab a pen and paper, the book falling to the ground. Jane laughed at Maura's enthusiasm, her interest in the girl only growing. She had planned to simply ask for directions to the bathroom, but when she saw the look in Maura's eyes, she couldn't help but feel the need to help this girl. To get to know her. She was different than any other rich kids she met during her catering job. Watching as Maura opened several drawers (forgetting where she kept her pen and paper in her enthusiasm) Jane felt a warmth spread over her.
Finally Maura found what she was searching for and she jumped back on the bed, bouncing in place. Handing Jane the items, she watched as Jane wrote down a long list of movies, her face full of concentration. Handing the paper back, she frowned.
"I'm not sure if I have them all. I might have forgotten some. But this will keep you busy for at least a week." Maura's eyes widened. A week? She thought more of a time span of a month… or three. Smiling at the black haired girl, she thanked her.
"Don't sweat it. Happy to be of service." Winking at the honey-blonde, Jane stood.
"Now, I really have to go pee, so I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Maura laughed.
"I'll be waiting right here." Jane smiled, already addicted to the sound of the other girl's laugh. Walking out the door, she quickly entered the bathroom right opposite Maura's bedroom.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she found a huge smile directed back at her. Shaking her head, she chuckled. What was it about this girl that made her smile so much already? Splashing some water in her face, she went on with her business, washing her hands thoroughly before leaving the bathroom. She was sure that these people could sense germs from a mile away. Glancing around to make sure no one was around, she walked back into the bedroom, expecting Maura to be there waiting for her. Instead, she found the room empty, the book from Jane Austen discarded on the floor. Frowning, Jane's shoulders slumped. She was stupid thinking that the girl was genuinely nice to her. She was rich after all. Cursing at herself for being such an idiot, she trudged back downstairs, intent on just finishing her job and hoping this night would be over soon.
End of chapter 1. I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. Jane will have her reservations about Maura, but not for long, don't worry. She kind of has a thing with rich people. This will be a lot of fluff, but not the whole story. I want this to be kind of an exploration of both of their sexualities and how their families will cope as well. I hope you guys will follow me through this and again, let me know what you thought about the first chapter.