This story takes place in an alternate timeline where Scott Pilgrim is not in the picture at all. Instead, Ramona has someone… less likely to protect her.
"I don't know if I should drink this…" Knives murmured down at her plastic cup. She had smelled enough vodka in her life, but she knew that she wasn't supposed to be drinking it. Her friend Kasey from school brought her out to this part to deal with her quote: 'constant bitching and overall loneliness.' It wasn't like her lack of significant other was ALL she talked about but… It did come up a lot. Once a conversation wasn't so horrible right? Knives finally sighed and began to life the cup up to her lips, swallowing the questionable liquid. Her parents thought she was staying the night over anyways, so whatever happened would be kept hidden from their eyes, "Whose party is this anyways?" She asked, blinking at the initial sting of the vodka.
"This girl I know Julie. She's kind of a bitch but she throws great parties." Kasey explained, wandering off to talk with someone else. Knives found herself a spot against the wall and tried to relax. Maybe if she was lucky some guy would notice her or something. Her head felt a little dizzy after what she drank. She barely noticed a redish haired girl on the same wall (did she just get here or was she on the wall the whole time?) With a nervous energy, she scooted closer to the girl. The way she wore that pinkish shirt and those blue jeans made her envious. Why couldn't Knives have curves like that? Her eyes closed. Thoughts like that weren't right or something. The girl's eyes turned and scanned Knives, who was clearly avoiding being noticed. Knives' skin went white hot as she opened her eyes to this sight and turned away. The girl gave a soft laugh, only heightening her embarrassment.
The girl rolled her eyes and approached Knives, turning her about by the shoulder, "Hey, calm down." The girl said with a gentle smile. Her hand lingered against the hem of Knives' striped shirt for a good while, pulling away slowly, "Should I take the cup away?" Knives couldn't respond exactly at the moment, shaking just a tad at being so… close to someone so beautiful, "I'll take that as a yes."
"Hi." Knives finally blurted out, her gaze darting downwards. The girl gave another short laugh, shaking her head.
"Hi. My name is Ramona, how do you know Julie?" The girl asked, still looking Knives up and down with a hidden agenda.
Knives had to take a second to process things before she could respond to this, "Hi… umm… I-I… My friend knows her… I'm Knives."
"Cute name." Ramona said, snatching the cup from her hand. Knives reached to stop her, but withdrew her hand, knowing it would be futile. Ramona's tongue clicked with annoyance, walking away slowly. Part of Knives trembled, falling against the wall. Was this a joke or something? After a few seconds, she followed after Ramona, but she was already across the room. Knives cursed her little legs as she followed, mistaking to blink as she did so. In the scale of that blink, Ramona had made her way upstairs. Nervous eyes swept the room to ensure that no one saw Knives follow after. This time all she got was a door closing. A shaking hand turned the knob as she reached it. The last thing she recalled was entering the room, the next thing that her mind could process was pulling away from Ramona's pink lips, her frail body clutched in her arms. Knives' heart was pushing hard at her chest, all of her body red with embarrassment. She had never even kissed a boy, much less an older girl, drunk, in a stranger's house. Ramona's soft brown eyes show the same sort of feeling to a much lessoned extent.
"Sorry, I'm really drunk." Ramona said, giggling like a mad thing, "Your cup isn't here anymore… I mean it is but its empty." Another laugh came out, "I'll see you." Ramona left, shaking her head with a slowly creeping realization of the moment. Knives head spun greater, not just from drunkenness this time. Her limp body plopped onto the wood floor, dreams of a pink haired girl pulsing through her mind.