Rated T for swearing.
Amazing cover pic by Kyriena on deviantart, who graciously allowed me to use it for this fic. *sends air hug*
Don't own SU
To put it all simply, I was fucked up.
Ms. Diamond, the charming boss of mine, was going hysterical with the amount of missed calls on my phone. It was just one of those days where my lovely piece of shit for a car decides to break down.
"C'mmmoon!" I hummed to the crosswalk's stop sign, bouncing up and down nervously. "Hurry up already!"
The temptation to throw my briefcase at the stupid piece of machinery was growing more and more stronger…even though I was well aware that my scrawny arms would no doubt only succeed in making it only a fourth of the way.
I felt my phone buzz. Looking down at it, I gave a mental groan before at last giving into the stinkin' ladies demands.
"Yo."
"Yo. YO?!" her voice was filled with static at the sudden high pitch of her yell. "Is that how you properly address your boss? Or soon to be ex-boss if you don't get your sorry excuse for an ass to this building this instant!"
God I really hate her sometimes.
"Look," I began rubbing the bridge of my nose stressfully. "My car broke down and I got stuck walking the streets. At the moment specifically, I'm waiting on this stupid light to turn red and LET ME PASS. If your could just give me a few more min-"
"Run the red!" she shrieked. I held the phone away from my ear monetarily before immediately putting it back.
"Jeez, just -"
"These are pro's you're making wait Peridot!" she quickly interrupted. "The best at the best in video game designing! If you're not down here in five minutes, I'M taking over and YOU'RE FIRED!"
"What!?" I screeched into the phone. "Ms. Diamond, just…just stall for me! I'll be there in less than ten mi-"
"I want you here NOW!" she roared. There was heavy breathing in the background as I remained silent. I braced myself for another fit of screaming rage, but instead got an even more terrifying alternative.
"Peridot."
"Yes Ms. Diamond," I answered obediently.
"What are you wearing?"
"…oh! Um...ha ha…" I gulped, "…does…does it…matter?" I finished with a squeak.
"Peridot," her voice was steely calm. "Are you wearing those disgusting beach shorts and that highly inappropriate 'Don't Touch My Shit' shirt?"
I looked down at my outfit and cringed. "…maybe," I peeped.
"Peridot."
"Yes?"
"If your scrawny ass isn't here in two minutes, you're fired." And with that last lovely sentence, she hung up.
Two minutes? Who does this lady think I am? A fucking marathon runner?!
"You've gotta be kidding me!" I shouted, glaring at my phone angrily. And it was there, I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. I asked, asked with the most sincerity I could summon from the depths of my heart. I asked to whoever was watching over me from above.
Just turn the fucking stoplight red.
Timidly, I looked up. The traffic light was still bright and green.
"Oh for fucks sake!" I cried. "Turn red already!"
It was as if God himself was just aiming to make my life even worse. The green light gazed at me mockingly as I stomped my feet in frustration. "UNNNNGgggh," I pointed a finger over at the stoplight. " Well fuck you!"
Of course there was no following response. So…time to switch the plan B.
I stuck my head out onto the road, looking nervously left to right. The street looked abandoned enough. Without waiting for my sense of doubt to stop me, I dashed off the sidewalk and sprinted hard for the other side.
C'mon legs! Faaaasster! Almooost there! Get a god damn move o-
I was snapped out of my thoughts abruptly when I heard the screeching of tires. As if in slow motion, I looked to my right, barely catching a glimpse of the horrified expression of a woman before I was knocked off my feet and sent flying in the opposite direction. Momentum became my enemy as I felt my shoulder connect with the pavement, grazing the area before catching on and rolling a couple feet from the car; feeling the skims of the pavement on my skin before friction finally stopped me in my place, face first to the ground of course.
I think I'm dead…
I groaned, rolling myself onto my back.
Oh God. Everything hurts right now.
"Oh my goodness!" a feminine voice called out. There was the sound of clinking heels towards me. "Hey!" a soft hand rested itself on my shoulder.
"Hmpf," was all I could get out.
There was a poke on my forehead. Then another on my cheek. "Are you dead?"
The fuck is this clod doing?
"Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no no no no NO! I killed a person! I killed a PERSON! Oh my GOD. OH MY GOD! I…I think I'm gonna…hehohehoHEHOHEHOHHEEHOOOO…"
I blinked open my eyes and steadied my crooked glasses, which had surprisingly somehow managed to stay on my face throughout the whole tumbling. Glancing over to my side, I looked over at her warily.
And Jesus…
…hot…damn.
Her whole body was looming over me, the sunlight being blocked from behind her and therefore enhancing the angelical look to her already sexy figure, curves that could clearly be seen in the dazzling ocean azure dress she was wearing. Her round eyes were unfocused and blurry, chest heaving hard, showing clear signs of an upcoming panic attack.
Lolling my head to the left, I spotted my suitcase, the future of my job, staring at me expectantly and waiting for me to get up and abandon this beautiful, yet panicking, angel from heaven.
Groaning again from the ache in my ribs, I slowly sat up and rubbed my face. There was a gasp from her. Removing my hand from my face, I raised an eyebrow and flashed her a grin.
"Yo."
She stared frozen at me with wide eyes. I raised a hand to my chest and gestured for her to copy me.
"Deep breath," bringing my hand up from my chest to my neck, "and release," I finished, moving my hand back down.
She followed my movements, taking a shaky breath in, and letting it slowly out. We repeated this for a total of five times before she could finally speak.
"…I….I thought I killed you," she whispered.
Mind you, we were still in the middle of the road and having this conversation.
"Sorry to disappoint you," I smirked, causing her to glare at me angrily.
"This isn't a joking matter!" All of a sudden, she was standing up and pointing a trembling, yet just as accusing finger at me. "What were you doing running across the intersection!? Can't you see the light for the crosswalk is red!?" She pointed over to the crosswalk signal, which just happened to turn green as we both glanced over to it.
I raised my hands up innocently as she glared back over at me. "I swear this world hates me."
Slowly, the anger faded from her gaze, only to be replaced with concern. I shifted uncomfortably as her eyes began to observe my body, taking in the cut's she could see from her position.
"Those scrapes look pretty bad," she noted.
Pretending to be surprised, I looked down at myself and eyed the rips in my shorts and t-shirt. "Aww man! I just washed this shirt yesterday!"
"The shirt?!" she snapped, her voice echoing throughout the roadway. "You just got hit by a car! Aren't you hurting or something?"
I felt my head throb at her words. "Well," I rubbed the back of my head, "now that you mention…"
"Oh my gosh," eyes going wide and hands flying up to her mouth. "What if I gave you a concussion?! Or internal brain damage!? What if I it's slowly paralyzing your movement's at this very second?!"
"Jesus, woman. Calm down!" I chuckled, waving her off. "Now help me up," I stuck out my hand towards her. She looked at it hesitantly before looking back at me.
"Are you sure you should be standing? You did just get hit by a car…"
"What are you gonna do? Carry me?" I joked.
"Weeelll…" she pondered the thought. "I could if you want me to."
"Just help me up," I quickly flustered. I was well aware of the fact that my adrenaline was the only thing keeping me from feeling the real damage taken. The most important thing to do was get away from this beautiful creature before I somehow managed to make a fool out of myself.
So, ignoring the fuzzy feeling developing in the back of my mind, I instead chose to focus on the uncertain hand reaching out to grasp my outstretched one.
And boy, the amount of emotions just came raging upwards as I felt her soft and slender hands come into my thin ones. I gazed up in awe at her as she gazed down at me curiously. She was perfect. Literally. Perfect hair, perfect face structure, perfect figure, not to mention the adorably cute personality.
She hefted me up with a surprisingly strong amount of force, steadying me as I wobbled around for a moment.
"There," I grinned weakly, doing my best to ignore the excruciating pain in my shoulder and sudden monster headache. "What…what did I did I tell…y-y-yyyooouuuuuu…"
"Um," her blurry hand came into my vision as she waved it in front of my face. "Are you okay?"
I blinked rapidly, attempting to adjust my eyesight. Shaking my head, I tilted it to the side and grinned wildly at her.
For some reason…I felt…reeeaally weeeiirrrd…
"Only if'sh ya want me to hon!" I slurred
"…ummmmm…" I felt a soft object come into contact with my forehead.
"Are you feeling alright?"
I'm FEELING DAAANNDDY!
Ignoring the question, I looked up, causing her hand to come into contact with my nose.
"Shweet MAMA! I like your hand!"
"…UUHHHHMMMMMM-"
"HAND!" I suddenly shouted, whipping my head backwards and grabbing it. "No…no body'sh touchin' ma hand!" I yanked her hand close to my chest, causing her to stumble forward with it. "Ma… HAND," I declared, hugging it fiercely.
She looked at me, then to her hand, giving it an experimental tug. At that act, I frowned and gripped the hand harder. "No."
"Look," she smiled. "Miss. I'm going to need my hand back. We're going to get you to a niiiice doctor and -"
"No…NO way!" I pouted. Strangely as I spoke, there were red and black spots beginning to come into my vision. "Don'…don' come near my hand!"
"It's my hand!" she tried, pulling harder at it.
"No i'sh nooot!" I whined.
It was getting harder to talk every second. Not to mention the rising feeling of nausea that had made its way fast through my body. Wooziness obscured my vision, causing my fingers to loosen their grips. In that matter of seconds, I felt her hand come out from under mine, only come back and steady my trembling body.
"Miiiissssss…MIISSSSSSS," I heard her voice echo through my hearing. I managed to look up, catching a glimpse of her worried expression through my drooping eyelids.
"Waass' uubb?" I managed to murmur before my knees buckled, pitching me forward.
I fully expected her to sidestep my body and let me face plant to the ground, but hey! LOOKIE HERE! SHE CAUGHT ME! SMOKIN' BABE'S SHE CAUGHT ME!
"I got ya," her reassuring voice pierced through the echoing sounds around us. I felt her hair tickle my nose as she supported me for the moment.
"Your hair shmelshs gooood," I mumbled, taking into account the fresh ocean mist scent. I breathed in deeply again, vaguely aware of her hazy reply in the background of my mind. My vision was fading, blurring images soon turning black.
"Hmmmm," I hummed. "I like you," voice muffled into her shoulder.
Darkness finally blocked out my whole vision.
I was out like a log.
Literally.
Peridot definitely got fired :P
I'll PROBABLY make another chapter with Lapis's POV. No promises ;D
I don't know why I'm shipping these two.
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