A/N: So I finally broke down and did it—I wrote a Legally Blonde fic. I was watching the SanFran recording on google videos and noticed how unpolished their handshake was at that point, when I suddenly thought, "Huh. I wonder when they came up with that." So here you go. Set about a week before she was chosen for the internship, so pretty far into the metamorphosis/friendship. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
"We should have a secret handshake," Elle said out of the blue one night. Startled, Emmett lifted his head out of his laptop to glance at where Elle was sprawled out on her stomach on her bed, her own laptop open but ignored in front of her.
"A secret handshake," Emmett repeated slowly. Elle had said some amusingly silly things in the past (especially on nights like this when the clock read after two and her blood Redbull level ran high), but this one definitely took the cake.
"Yeah," Elle said, enthused, "I mean, you see them all the time in movies and stuff. Best friends should always have a handshake."
That threw Emmett. He knew they had become friends in the past few months that they had been studying together. In fact, he knew that they had become good friends. They found themselves in each other's rooms almost every night these days and often they found their books shoved aside in favor of conversation. But best friends? He hadn't known that. And Elle had said it so much as just a simple fact. Common knowledge. A given.
So even though they were both grown adults, and even though secret handshakes were very preteen girl reminiscent, and even though he had not consumed quite as much Redbull as Elle, Emmett smiled. "A secret handshake," he said again. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
And with that, Elle jumped off of her bed with delight and took his hands in hers. Emmett's smile widened.
"Well, I thought that we could start with something with our fingers…"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Review if you'd like.