Hey guys! I've got some VanillaButter, and it's coming your way! :D
This idea was from Wreck-It Ralph ( u/2070019/ ). The song used is called "Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon. If you've never listened to it before, I HIGHLY suggest that you do! It's amazing, and perfect for Rancis and Vanellope!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wreck-It Ralph, or the song coming in future chapters.
It had been a busy day for all games, and it's been like that ever since summer vacation started for the children outside the arcade. They would come in and play the games all day(The air conditioning was a nice addition to the fun.). And as much as the characters of the games enjoyed what they did, they were very relieved when they heard, "The arcade's closed!"
Down at the popular racing game Sugar Rush, Prin- sorry, President Vanellope von Schweetz was talking to the citizens of the sugary game.
"Nice job, guys! You all went faster than snails today!" the nine-year-old teased.
"We could say the same to you!" Swizzle called from the crowd.
She rolled her eyes, "Ha ha, very funny, Swizz Cheese."
"Thanks, I try." Swizzle joked.
"Now, I-" Vanellope was cut off when she noticed her best friend coming his way. The little girl proceeded to run to her friend, and jumping/glitching onto his shoulder, much like a cat would; well, minus the glitching part.
"Smelly Soot Face!" she exclaimed in greeting, "Whachya doin' here? I thought you had a Bad Bon-Bon meeting today!"
Ralph ruffled her hair, "If by that you mean "Bad Anon" meeting, then yeah, I do. But hey, I thought I had time to see my little sister!"
"Aww, how schweet of you!" she said in a baby voice, pinching his cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah," Ralph used one of his massive hands to try to brush away Vanellope's hand. but she just glitched onto his head.
Vanellope smirked, "Nice try."
Ralph and Vanellope continued to talk for a while longer, teasing, and calling each other names. However, Ralph eventually had to say his farewells(along with some more name calling), and head off to Bad Anon.
Stuffing her hands in her sweatshirt pocket, she head off to see one of the racers.
Looking around, she succeeded at spotting one of the racers(and one of her best friends.). "Butterfingers!"
Rancis turned around at his name being called, and his face brightened up when he saw it was Vanellope. "Hey, Vanellope!"
"What's up, buttercup?" Vanellope asked. She walked closer to him, but tripped on a dip in the ground.
"Woah!" Rancis exclaimed, quickly catching the President.
The two racers blushed, and Vanellope stood back up. "T-Thanks."
"Uh, no problem!"
They stood there in an awkward silence for a few.
"So, ah... You're birthday's coming up soon, right? About a week or so?" Rancis spoke up.
Vanellope smiles. "Yeah! It's gonna be awesome! There's gonna be a HUGE party!" she babbled.
"Oh, cool!" He said, then speaking in a more serious tone. "Look, Vanellope, I have something to tell you."
"Well say it!"
"...I-I know this may not be-"
"Your Majesty, we need your presence at the castle..." Sour Bill said, walking towards them.
"Aw, c'mon, can't it just wait another minute?" Vanellope asked impatiently.
The grumpy cough-drop shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Your Majesty..."
Vanellope sighed and walked towards the castle. "Sorry, Butterfingers! See ya tomorrow!" she called over her shoulder.
"Uh, yeah." Rancis said, waving weakly. "Yeah, see you tomorrow..."
Rancis began walking towards his house, when a realization hit him. "I need to get Vanellope a present!"
Rancis paced back and forth in his living room, thinking of everything Vanellope might like. "Make-up? No, she wouldn't like that... Plus, she's already beautiful enough..." he blushed, trailing off and thinking about his crush.
"Stop, Fluggerbutter, stay focused!" he managed to scold himself, continuing to think of ideas. It was like his brain was a broken computer, searching for a solution, but all that came up was Error, Error!
Until he got the perfect idea.
He quickly ran out the door of his house in search of friends he could trust to keep his present for Vanellope a secret.