title: like a record
author: stoplight-melody
summary: it was kinda of simple then, kinda not. [ficlet]
pairings: wally/blond girl from caked four which, is kind of hilarious, really.
words: 576
time: 'n/a.
They were in the middle of a pep rally; one of those obnoxious events when, teachers have the tendency to think that you really care that the cheerleaders can shake them pom-poms of theirs or how the cheer captain looks almost grinding against the quarterback's pelvis.
Or it had something to do with supporting the team, the high school. Something sappy like that but, Wally really doesn't know nor does he care to.
He spends his time scowling down at the footballers. Who kicks somebody off a football team for the "use of excessive force"? The thought only drags him into a darker mood and his lips pull over the hard wall of his teeth in a snarl.
The Australian keeps doing that and glaring holes into their helmets. Abby gives him a warning from further down the bench that his face is going to freeze but, he doesn't pay any attention.
And then the tapping happens.
It's hard, forceful and rapid into his shoulder like the person was trying shatter his collarbone.
The insults come bubbling on his tongue, scalding the back of his throat when he launches himself into a standing position. His temper is on an even shorter fuse than usual.
It almost explodes when, he turns to face his victim.
A girl – it was a girl.
Wrong move, girlie, he thinks.
And that, for some reason, made it worse – that a girl that could piss him off that much. And only when he realizes who she is, somehow, does the situation get the thought of ending with him wringing (theoretically, of course) her neck.
It was that tiny blonde with the feigned innocent look that could rival Kuki's for all it was worth. She was always doing something to make him look like an idiot – destroying "tube-zilla" seven years ago was only the beginning. Yesterday she had tripped him in the middle of the café. It had taken a good forty-five minutes to get all the potatoes out his shaggy hair.
"What do ya want?" he hisses, fists clenching tightly. "Push meh off teh bleachers?" his eyes flash, and darken.
He's angry and expecting the worst.
It makes her smile – pink lips twisting.
"You're kind of stupid, you know that?" she says and doesn't give him a chance to answer because, in a flash, she has his face in her tiny hands and pulls him in close.
Obscenities come barreling out his mouth that are muffled by her. They would probably would set him in the same both as a trucker with the students that were suddenly staring.
But he doesn't care.
He doesn't because her mouth is on his and all he can do is feel.
The stickiness of her lipgloss, the sleekness of her tongue and her fingers stroking his jaw - it makes nerves and muscle jump and twitch.
It's all he knows in those few beats.
"I wanted you to move," she mumbles against his teeth, and Wally takes that second to take her bottom lip between his teeth, making her shut up as he pushes closer - giving in. His head is spinning, heart hammering shamelessly against his ribs when they finally part. She grins heatedly up at him between her girlie giggles, hair mussed, lips swollen and moist.
Cruddy fuck, Wally thinks, barely hearing the wolf-whistle from Hoagie.
He doesn't even know her name.
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.
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When he finally gets around to it, telling her, Kuki thinks they should double with her and Ace.
n/:
. . . what?
feel fear to slap me for the terrible destroying of Wally though rejection probably would do weird things to him – and of course, he'd cover his disappointment with anger and take it on the whole freakin' world. yeah.
this is bad and its 11: 45 pm here.
--kati
wally, abby, kuki, blond chick © mr. warburton.