A/N Well I just thought this would be a fun thing to do. Don't hate. Niles may be very OOC-ish,mainly because NO ONE can do Niles,as well as Niles. Anyway reviews,and flames welcomed. Definitely BrightonxOC,weird,huh?
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own The Nanny,I do not. I own Amy,but almost all the other characters belong to Fran Drescher,and Peter Mark Jacobson. This fic is mine. Thank you.
"Tiffany,I can't believe you did this to me! This leaves me with no date to the dance." Amy complained,pulling off her backpack,and putting it on the ground,next to the bench. They were in Flushing,Queens,where they lived. They were at Russ's Cakes Bake and Milkshakes,sitting under a giant umbrella,perched in the center of the table.
"It's not my fault,the guy was hot,he liked me,I kissed him,he asked me to the dance." Tiffany replied,pulling out a nail file,and started sharpening her nails. Amy just sighed and shook her head.
"Don't go off,and steal another guy from some unfortunate girl..." She muttered,getting up,and walking over to the window,where the man was selling milkshakes.
"B,I tell you,they make the best milkshakes here." Fran said,driving one of the regular cars,with Brighton in the passenger seat. He looked at her,and sighed.
"Fran I was gonna hang out with my friends,at the mall today." He complained,his hands folded over his chest.
"And do what? Try to get girlfriends?" Fran replied,rolling her eyes. Brighton sulked in the passenger seat,and turning up the volume. They pulled up,and parked,at the small little shop.
"Where do you wanna sit,inside,or outside?"
"Outside."
Fran and Brighton got out and started walking,until Fran stopped,and squealed. Brighton looked over at her,as she ran-as fast as she could in heels-over to a girl,that looked about his age. The girl looked very much like Fran,and then a light bulb clicked in his head.
"Hey,Tiffany! I haven't seen you since our last family get togetha,that was,what...two years ago? How old are you now?" Fran asked,after pulling her into a bone-wrenching hug.
"Fourteen...I see you brought,Brighton." She said,staring past Fran's shoulder to Brighton,smiling.
"Yeah,I did. Is it all right if we join you for milkshakes?"
"Well..." Tiffany looked hesitant for a moment. "I'm with a friend."
"We won't,if you don't want us to." Fran said,her voice carrying a sad tone.
"No,it's fine. She's getting us milkshakes right now;though she's only getting us two." She said,thinking a moment. "Be back,in a minute." She said,walking over to the outside kiosk.
Fran,and Brighton sat down on the bench. She looked around,and cringed.
"This place is so different from what I rememba." She said,shaking her head. Brighton looked away,back towards Manhattan,were he could be hanging out with his friend,right now...
The two girls came back to the table,and sat down. Tiffany sliding Fran's milkshake to her,and Amy touching the cold milkshake to Brighton's skin,and giggling. Brighton looked up,annoyed at first,but that look went away quickly.
The girl--who he assumed was Tiffany's friend--was very short. Only about five feet,or so. She had long,wavy,dark brown hair,that was hidden under a khaki colored messenger hat. She had a pink shirt on,which,presumably,read 'I'm the princess',but was mostly covered up with a denim jacket. She wore low-rise jeans,showing her belly button.
"What'sa matter,missin' your girlfriend?" She joked,sitting down,slouched.
"Don't have one."Brighton clarified,pulling his milkshake,closer.. "Shouldn't you be out with your boyfriend?"He retorted,and saw her glance—out of the corner of her eye—at Tiffany.
"Don't have one." She said,a little grudgingly. The waiter,a guy who looked seriously bored,and about thirty,walked up to them,notepad,and pen in hand.
"Do you guys want anything?" He asked,his voice as bored as his face.
"Sure. Well,I want cheeseburga,large fries,and same for my friend,except she likes her cheeseburgas plain." Tiffany said,digging through her backpack,all the while Brighton was looking at her backside. When he turned back,Amy was raising her eyebrow,and smiling.
"Two hamburgas,and large fries. Thanks." Fran said,and the person left. "So,Tiffany,who is your friend?" She asked,making conversation.
"Amy. She just moved here,for high school,from the Bronx." Tiffany said,before taking a sip of her milkshake. The bored waiter came back out,with a tray,and placed the food on the table,and left,not saying a word.
"He's friendly." Brighton remarked. Amy smiled,and shook her head.
"Tiffany,how is you uncle?" Fran said,starting—what was sure to be—a long conversation between Tiffany,and herself.
Amy took a fry,and dipped it into her chocolate milkshake,and took a bite. This time,it was Brighton,who rose an eyebrow.
She smiled,and shrugged. She raised,an eyebrow,followed by him,raising his,and so on...
It was about an hour after the two pairs had arrived at the place,and by now it was close to six 'o clock.
"Uh,Fran,I think we should go now,it's getting kind of late." Brighton said,messing with his french fry container. Fran looked around,at the darkening sky,and nodded.
"You're right,B." She said,getting up. "B,will ya take the trash to the garbage?"
"Here,let me help you." Tiffany said,getting up,and picking up half the trash. They started walking away,and as they turned the corner,Tiffany kissed Brighton.
"Woah,I thought we broke up..?"Brighton half-asked,a bit shocked.
"We did,but,you know. But this time,I think it could work." She said,throwing her half,of the trash into the trash can. He did the same,and they start to walk back. They came back,to were Fran was putting some left over straws into her purse.
"Brighton,why don't you come by Flushing High tomorrow,then we can go somewhere from there."Amy heard Tiffany ask,quietly. Amy bit her lip,and shook her head,as she put a tip on the table.
"Do you guys need a ride,too?" She asked,putting her purse over her shoulder.
"Sure,that would be great." Tiffany said,picking up her backpack.
"No,I'll walk." Amy replied,picking up her backpack,and starting to walk away.
"But,honey it's gett-" Fran started,but Tiffany raised up her hand.
"Don't worry,she can find her way to her house." She assured,and they started walking to the car."Wait a second,I forgot my nail file on the table,I'll be there in a minute." She said,turning,and walking back to the table. Fran then turned to Brighton.
"You like Amy,don't ya?" She teased,smirking.
"No,I'm going out with Tiffany."He said,defensively.
"Yeah,that's why you were playing the Cadsbury Eyebrows with Amy?" She joked,noticing the defensive notes in his voice.
"Was not." He said,defensive again,but this time,he was smirking.
"B,you have to remember,I notice things. Like that Playboy hidden in your pillow..." Fran joked,as Tiffany caught up to them.