Ashleigh thinks about her place in Cyprus Rhodes. And how it basically sucks.
Disclaimer: So this a fic using characters from ABC's Greek, which I do not own although should because I would kill off everyone in the way of Cappie and Casey's love. (Just kidding I love the angst.)
AN: So I have no idea what Ashleigh's major is. And if they did say it and I missed it and it's wrong—I'm sorry. But communication works well for this fic and I could actually see her doing it. So… artistic license. I hope it's as well received by everyone as my other Greek fic (shameless plug) The Difference Between.
Hippos and Sidekicks
Ashleigh was not a backseat girl. And not in a dirty way but as in, she wasn't a sidekick like some pathetic robin waiting for batman to tell him what to do. Because it rarely ends well for sidekicks.
She knows because she's a communication major. And one time she took this class where all they did was watch movies and write about the path of a particular character profile. She chose sidekick. But not for any weird psych thing like she identifies or anything. It was just that the first movie they watched was The Princess Bride and she's been obsessed with Indigo Montoya since she was, like, six. And she so didn't know they were stuck with their choice all semester. But the point is aside from Indigo—who always kicks ass—sidekicks' lives usually suck.
They rarely get the girl, or guy, and people they care about usually die or go to jail or whatever. Which just blows. So she gets upset when people call her Casey's sidekick.
But, and it almost physically pains her to say this, Rebecca Logan was right when she said everyone in the house (and maybe the whole school) is defined by their relationships with her best friend. Just because she is always behind the blond means nothing. Casey would always back her up too.
Except for that time when she and Frannie called the standards board on her. And that time sophomore year when Frannie suggested she change her major from anthropology to something less… geeky. But usually Casey is. Backing her up that is. And that's what's important right? Because even though Casey is sometimes not the best friend she is always herbest friend. Life sucked and the whole world was piling up against her and there was Casey, new lip-gloss and lemon drop in her hands. And all was right again. They were Mary-Kate and Ashley—minus the coke habit and bag lady ware. But… Freshman year Ashleigh remembered Cappie calling them the hippopotamus and that weird little bird that was always on top of it (he was a Bio major then). At the time she was too busy cracking up at Casey's face at being called a large mammal by her boyfriend, but looking back she couldn't help but wonder when it was going to be her turn to be the hippo. Lately it seemed like she was doing all the cleaning and Casey was doing less and less with the protecting and providing.
As Casey's dreams got bigger so did her needs. She just forgot that Ashleigh had needs too. When Casey dumped Cappie she was happy for her. Because she loved the excitement but… Cappie? The boy was stuck in ninth grade. And if Casey had her year of fun that was great but Zeta Beta was for Omega Chi. That was how it had always been. Fine, go team Evan! But now Casey was seemingly replacing her—with her goal for Presidency. Not even an actual person—a freaking adjective! No wait—person, place, thing, idea—a noun. She was being replaced by a noun! Now, she sort of got why it came out of nowhere for the poor Kappa Tau. Because she felt like a curveball had just swerved into the box and knocked her in the helmet.
Who was she if not Casey Cartwright's best friend? Not even a sidekick. She was a goddamn extra.
And they're killed off even easier.
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