A/N: Oh my God, hello, Internet! This is my first fanfic! Well, it's my writing, but the OCs and canon characters are completely based off of WPWT & MBAV respectively.
Two-Shot Based off of Wrong Place, Wrong Time by Panda-Chan8 & TwistedTelepath, check out their fic! Takes place between chapters 2 & 3!
NOTE: I HAVE PERMISSION TO DO THIS SO PLEASE DON'T COMMENT ABOUT IT. Please post positive critique if you can, I'm a first-time writer.
CHAPTER ONE RUN DOWN:
So, for all of you guys who've read WPWT, we know the Tory (Taylor/Rory) drama and basically we're all thinking 'WHEN THE HELL ARE THEY GETTING TOGETHER UGGGGGHHHHH.' Well, I can't bring them together, but I can improvise what I think happened between the beach and the party.
Unlike the format in the story, where each girl has two parts in the four-part chapter, it's a two-shot. One chapter for Tay, the other for Kam.
And if you don't know what WPWT is about, it's about these two polar-opposite best friends who spend their summer in WC and uncover their family ancestry of witches and their history and while they unintentional arse with their haywire and controlling powers, they hang out with the gang and (as if any girl COULDN'T) develop crushes on Rory and Ben. WARNING: It really is unique and unlike anything in the MBAV fanfic archive by far and VERY addictive despite it's weird updating process.
Disclaimer: Taylor and any other character you don't recognise from the show belongs to Panda-Chan8 (whom the OC was made by) and TwistedTelepath. Familiar characters belong to the show and whatnot.
- Taylor's POV -
I stared at Kami for a while, wondering whatever she was taking about. I chose not to pay her any attention, since I knew by asking her questions, she would retaliate brashly. An argument wasn't necessary.
Aunt Skylar came downstairs, absorbed in the slightly tattered brown book in her hands. She looked up, now aware of our presence. She tucked some of her white-blond hair behind her ear, raising her eyebrows.
"You two are home early," she said, heading into the living room. She sat on the recliner, since Kami had already sprawled herself immodestly on the couch, one leg thrown over the back and the other hanging from the edge of the cushions.
"Yeah, well Tay freaked out when she almost kissed this guy," Kami told her casually, smiling at me. Oh, how that smile loved to intimidate me. "Like, she was freaking out. She acted like the dude was a total arsehole. He's harmless!" I noticed her let her faux American accent drop. "But hey, she's not that into guys, I understand."
"A boy?" Aunt Sky asked me, cocking up an eyebrow with a smile. Kami had successfully rubbed off on my aunt in a short amount of time. Skylar was laid-back already, yeah, but now...
"He's a blonde, too. Blue eyes, standard height, lean, and buckets of adorable," Kami said. "And his friends aren't bad-looking, either."
"Kami, don't you have a boyfriend?"
"We broke up before holiday. I was allegedly 'pressuring him to have sex with me.'" She snorted so loud that she frightened me a little. I repressed making a face. "The twat wanted more than anything to have sex with me, so I was only saying that it was okay to feel that way!"
"I'm not interested in him," I said, choosing to speak up. "We're friends, nothing more, nothing less."
"Tell him that," she retorted. Her pale eyes widened with excitement. "Ooh, but Auntie Sky... today was awesome. Stripes and I were out in the water almost all day. The first time, we were kind of wrestling, but the second time we were actually swimming."
"Wrestling? How romantic," I remarked.
I had only one or two boyfriends during the school year. Kami? It was one boyfriend after the next, and supposedly she broke up with all of them herself. My small experience aside, I had an idea of what a relationship looked like. Kami did her own thing. One time, she thought it'd be cool to go to a football game with her boyfriend. They broke up after the game because of her constant swearing and yelling and aggressive behaviour.
"Dude, romance my arse," she sneered, rolling her eyes. "I'm hungry. Can I order a pizza? I'd say 'we,' but I know you eat like a bird." In comparison to eating like a pig?
"Aren't you lactose-intolerant?" She only grinned more. Of course that wouldn't stop her from eating. "I'm not hungry anyway," I said, shrugging. I brought my hair over my shoulder. It was still a little damp. "I want to go upstairs and study."
Kami made a face. "The point of summer holiday is to be away from school, not to bring it on vacation with you."
"I want to maintain my grades."
"Whatever. Go be boring." She waved her hand at me, going on her phone.
Aunt Skylar looked concerned. "Are you sure you don't want anything? Not even a snack?" I shook my head, thanking her.
I made it up to our room, which was now my room. The sharing situation didn't work out, thanks to Kami's untidy, throw-anything-anywhere habits (and her horrendous snoring), so Skylar had offered up the guest room across the hall. Despite it being smaller, I took it. It wasn't a problem.
I took a shower, changed into a vest and flannel pants, then dried and brushed my hair out. I got a call from my mother a few minutes before seven, it would've been midnight at home.
"Hi, Mum," I greeted, sitting up on my bed.
"Honey, I haven't heard from you since yesterday. Is everything all right?"
Besides being attacked by vampires and almost kissing a boy I just met while wearing a scandalous bikini that I realised I regretted, "Fine. Everything's going great. Everyone is so nice, and the town is so interesting," I told her.
"Skylar?"
"She's okay, too."
"Kamille?"
There was a little disdain in her voice. I knew my mother liked Kami, she just didn't like her personality. My mother thought being raised by her parents separately, with four rambunctious brothers, made Kami rowdy. I knew Kami well enough to know that no matter what I said about her being unladylike, she would ignore it and intentionally act more unladylike. My father was always passive about it, seeing that he and Kami's dad were mates since childhood and according to his stories, Mr. Steele was immature, boisterous, and wild which of course rubbed off on Kami, since she spent a majority of her time with her father than her mother.
'Do they feed that girl? Whenever she comes over here, she's always in our fridge. She has the appetite of a half-starved man,' she said once over dinner. Kam had just went home, since she spent the weekend at our house. My mother had used the chance to rant about her. 'Overall, it's as if the girl was raised by wolves.'
"She's fine. Still Kami," I replied, biting my lip.
Mum sighed. "Didn't you tell me the two of you were sharing a room? I can only imagine. Are you getting any sleep?" I explained the situation to her. She sighed with relief this time. "I'd hate to hear that she was keeping you up with her snoring."
"It's not her fault," I said, fiddling with my hair. I giggled. "She claims she 'inherited' it from her dad. It just happens."
"Don't defend her, Taylor," Mum said. I kept quiet. Her yawn sounded muffled over the phone. "I'm afraid I have to go. Ring me in the morning, yeah?"
"I will. I love you."
"I love you too, sweetie."
I hung up, then let my shoulders sink. I laid down in bed, my eyes on the ceiling. I didn't know how I'd get my mother to warm up to Kami, or Kami to my mother. One time, Mum invited the girls from the drama club (I was friends with few of them) to a sleepover at our house and she had intentionally not invited Kami because she felt that she would scare off the girls. Kami heard about it and not only did she crash the party, she ate all the cookies and got into a fight with one of the girls. Oh how Mum had a mouthful to say the following evening. She was always one for gossip.
I felt a little peckish while I was practicing quadratic equations, so I went downstairs to get an apple. I had to do a double-take when I saw Kami on the couch with Benny, stuffing marshmallows in their mouths. Oh, God.
"Hey, Tay," she said, or at least that's what I thought I heard.
"What on Earth are you two doing?" I asked, half-scared for an answer.
She tried to explain, but choked. Eventually her coughing turned into laughing. She pulled out her phone and sent me a text. When I got it, it read: Stripes came over to drop off my sweatshirt, I left it in his bag. I'm trying to fit 186 marshmallows in my mouth to win. I fit 147 as of now! How cool is that?!
"Cool? Kami, that's disgusting," I said honestly, cringing.
She smiled purposely, showing me all the visible marshmallows in her mouth. I looked away, swiftly walking to the kitchen. She and Benny started laughing.
I knew all about her crush on him. I knew about all her crushes. Even the one she had on this video game character when we were younger. (I still don't think she was over it.) It was surprising to see that Benny was one of the only guys she liked who not only liked her back (because it was obvious) but wasn't sexual with her (don't get me wrong, I appreciated that). But just because they weren't sexual, didn't mean that they weren't weird. Stuffing themselves with marshmallows would only be the beginning.
"I saw you!" she suddenly yelled. "You hid two behind the cushions!" It was amazing that I could still hear what she was saying, or that she wasn't suffocating from the marshmallows.
"Like you hid five in your shirt?" he pointed out, coughing slightly.
"I did not!"
"I see them poking out!"
"You two are going to get so sick," I said, noticing the pizza box full of crusts on the table. Sometimes I envied that Kami could eat so much and not look like she gained anything. Sure, her regular (well, during the school year they were regular), vigorous excercise routines helped, but still. And by the looks of it, she met her match. "Especially you, Kami."
"No," they said in unison, continuing the game. I wanted to look away. I really did. It was more than disgusting. But it fascinated me slightly.
I snapped out of it. "Kam, cut it out. What do you have to prove?"
"I need to best his record!" she said. Typical of her. Always so competitive. She pushed one in the back of the inside of her cheek. "One-hundred sixty-two!"
"Wha? How?!" Benny asked, glaring at her.
"Because it—" She started hacking. "Goddammit!" She started spitting them in her cupped hands, making Benny jump back.
"Ugh, ew!" I said. I hurried to the kitchen and brought her paper towels. She emptied her mouth, her eyes red and bleary from coughing. She groaned, sitting back on the couch.
"You're a little twat," she told Benny, who was grinning victoriously. "I'll get you back, don't worry."
"Still champion." Kami swatted him on the back, making him cough up some marshmallows, which fell on the floor. She laughed, snorting. I rolled my eyes, giving him paper towels, too. He gave me an awkward thumbs-up.
"Ha!" He rolled his eyes. She picked up a marshmallow from her wad of towels. "This one's dry," she said, narrowing her eyes at it. She popped it in her mouth casually, earning a groan from me.
"You're revolting," I said, eyes wide.
"Me or him?" Kami asked, running her fingers through her hair.
"Both of you."
She shrugged. "I've been called worse." She whispered something to him, making him laugh. She smirked.
I gave up on trying to reprimand them, knowing if I lost my temper that it would be inappropriate. I sighed, holding onto my apple and going upstairs.
In my room, ignoring the laughing and yelling from downstairs, I focused on my math until my phone started ringing. Without checking the caller ID, I went ahead and answered.
"Hello?" I said, tapping my pencil against my book.
"Hey, Angel."
"Rory... hi..."
It was bad enough I nearly kissed the boy. I almost kissed him, ran like a coward, and ignored him in the car. It was not only disrespectful, but immature. I may have panicked, but it was no excuse.
"I'm sorry," we said at the same time. I smiled, giggling a little. He laughed on the other end. "I'm sorry about what happened... Uh, if it made you uncomfortable, I—"
"No, no, I'm the one who should be apologising." I felt a knot form in my stomach from talking to him. Either it was from nervousness or hunger. I didn't even touch the apple. "It was rude of me on my end. I didn't mean to come off like that."
"It's cool. Oh, hey, what are you doing tomorrow?"
I faltered slightly. "Tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I was thinking we could do something."
"Sorry. I can't. Kami and I are going to the mall to get her new jeans. Her favourite pair got ruined yesterday."
It wasn't entirely a lie. Kami's jeans got ripped and dirtied from the incident yesterday, and even though she wanted to keep them and just wash the dirt and blood out, I persuaded her to buy new ones. The ones she had were hideous anyway. I couldn't risk hanging out with Rory and letting myself slip up again. At least, not now. When I got my priorities straight again.
How disappointed he was managed to make me feel uncomfortable.
"Oh, okay. Maybe some other time."
"Goodnight," I said stiffly, biting my lip again.
"'Night."
I hung up, feeling so horrible that it was sickening. He hadn't done anything wrong! It was me... but I made it look like he did. I considered calling him back, but Kami barged into my room wearing the goofiest smile she could make.
"I'm in love," she sighed, clutching her chest dramatically. I knew she was kidding. She had only turned to the 'I'm in love' phrase when she was being sarcastic or mimicking a romantic movie. I was correct. She wiped the lovestruck expression off her face, rolling her eyes. "But seriously? Stripes is... wow. The things I could do to that boy..."
"Please leave that kind of talk outside my room," I said.
She was about to ignore me, but she stared at me. She walked up to my bed, tilted my chin back forcefully. She grinned wide. "You're blushing!"
"What?" I asked, jerking my head up.
"Your face is warm and you're blushing!" She noticed my phone in my hands. She took it and scrolled through it. "Your most recent call? Oh. My. God! I knew it! You like Rory!"
"No I don't!" She jerked back, raising an eyebrow at my tone of voice. "Sorry."
"Don't be. We all get a little feisty when it comes to talking about the ones we like," she taunted. "Mrs. Taylor-Anne Keener has a certain ring to it."
My eyes grew wide. "Kami. No."
"It won't be like Dusk. No, fuck that. It'll be more like True Blood. You're Sookie, he's Eric. Or Bill. Nah, he's Eric." I sighed, trying it concentrate in my work again. "God, there'll be tons of hot vampire sex!"
"Can you please stop bringing that up?"
"Can't. Sorry. It's too good not to bring it up." Her devilish grin died down. "You know... you can talk to me about these things. After all, we are best friends."
I gave her a small smile. "Of course..."
"Yeah." Kami's stomach rumbled. She sighed. "I should've listened to you about the lactose-intolerant thing... Boy, have I got to shit."
My smile collapsed into a frown. "Kam—"
"I know, I know. It's unladylike to swear. But dude. Come on. You know me." On the second rumble, she was got the room.
I held onto my phone, still frowning.
A/N: The next chapter should be up tomorrow, I guess! Hope you enjoyed this, guys!