Inner Workings

WARNINGS: Not edited. This violates my entire code of life, but the point of these are to be carefree. But now you'll finally get to see how much I suck when I don't edit! Yay! (Not yay.) NO PAIRINGS EXCEPT FOR CANON. If there's anything that suggests otherwise, it's just cutesy and harmless—or totally unintentional. Most will be rated K—K+, but sometimes T.

For those who don't know: A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length and not maintaining much or any real plot or direction, although the term is often misused to indicate a short story of fewer than one-thousand words.


Rain


"I, officially, hate the world."

Rikki spun around in the computer chair, and again, and again. "Seriously, Bella, it took you that long to realise?"

Emma scoffed before Bella could answer her. "It's because you, Rikki darling, are a serious narcissistic and pessimistic personality and very possibly a serial killer," she paused and cocked her head. "And you are none of those things, are you, Bella?"

Bella shook her head, squinting at them. "No. No, I'm not—" she stopped, gesturing between the two of them "—but you two are some serious freaks."

Rikki snorted and stared at the ceiling. "Like you're any different."

Bella ignored her and went on. "I wonder what Cleo's doing?"

"Same stuff we're doing, I guess," Emma said in a wondering voice. "But stuck inside with a bratty sister and a father who wants to know every little thing she's done since she left home..."

"I bet she's sorry she ever thought it would be nice to see her family again." Rikki said, still looking up at chipping paint.

Emma grinned. "Oh yeah."

Bella let out a small laugh. "What's Lewis doing, then?"

Rikki interrupted, sitting up straight, "So, is this how we do it now? Just go round the group till we run outta people?" she stopped, waving her hand in the air. "Alright then—if anybody cares, I am sitting here contemplating melting you guys for fun."

Emma turned on her with a hard stare. "Nobody cares."

Rikki threw a piece of balled up paper at her. "You suck. Seriously. You suck."

Emma ducked in time. "I thought the world sucked."

"You're in the world, stupid."


As I said. No plot.

Whatsoever.