Hello! Hello! It's your favorite working-so-hard-to-become-consistent author, MakaS0ul! Surprise! I have a special one-shot for you all! This past weekend, I was flashed by a plastered girl on a deck in my apartment complex as I walked by. It was honestly hilarious, and I thought, "Hey! This would make a good fanfic!" Thus, this one-shot was born! As always, more blathering at the bottom! So for now, enjoy this Freezerburn one-shot!
Beacon University is one of the largest and most prestigious universities in Remnant, with a student population of about 550,000 students and home to some of the most prominent professors and researchers in the world. Students need no less than a 3.8GPA to even consider applying.
With all that in mind, Weiss Schnee could only imagine how so many party-loving dolts had managed to sneak their way in. It baffled her to no end as she studied for her finals, which were a mere 7 weeks away. Time was of the essence!
It was a mild Saturday evening, the temperature sitting pleasantly at 65 degrees Fahrenheit. What better time to study?
A particularly loud yell broke Weiss's fierce concentration. According to her neighbors, the evening was better spent partying. Idiots.
Despite Weiss's valiant attempts to study through the heavy bass that reverberated through her apartment's thin walls, she was getting nowhere. Frustrated, she pushed herself away from her desk with a heavy sigh. She might as well take a break; a walk would be just the thing to clear her head.
The ivory haired girl rubbed her temples as she rose and grabbed a sweatshirt emblazoned with the Beacon logo and slid it over her head. She then grabbed her wallet from her nightstand and slid it into a small pocket in the waist of her yoga pants. She might as well head to the Twin Axes Corner Mart if she was going to take a walk. Weiss may take her dietary health very seriously, but there was no harm in a little snack. She deserved it after working so hard through all that obnoxious noise they tried to pass off as music.
Sufficiently justified, Weiss stepped out of her apartment, pulling the door shut behind her. As soon as she did, she was hit by several waves of bass once more. The walls in her apartment may be thin, but they still muffled out a fraction of the noise that frequently accompanied Saturday nights.
Another long-suffering sigh and she was on her way.
Weiss lived in the largest apartment complex on campus; something which she cursed regularly. Still, larger complex equaled more types of apartments, and thus, Weiss got the single apartment she wanted at the cost of her ever-fraying patience. While half the students lived in on-campus dormitories, the rest either went to off-campus apartments or settled into Greek housing. Weiss, uninterested in Greek life, opted for exiting the shared dorms.
The walk to the corner mart was a short one –about five minutes—but it seemed like an eternity to Weiss as she tried to weave through various groups of party-goers that had spilled out from the apartments. Weiss wasn't particularly fond of drunk people, but she disliked drunken males the most; specifically one drunk male that had just stepped in her path: Jaune Arc.
The dunce had been trying to get Weiss's attention all year, and the ivory haired girl was having none of it. Jaune staggered his way in front of her, clearly heavily intoxicated and filled with unfounded confidence.
"Heeeeeyyyy, Weissss," he slurred. "How are you on this *hic* fine evening?"
Weiss groaned; the last thing she wanted was to get stuck talking to this dolt for half an hour before getting fed up with him and storming off.
"I'm fine, Jaune. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way," she said shortly, trying to walk past him. Unfortunately, his tall, blond, and scraggly frame decided that she would not be on her way as she would like.
"Whaaat's your rush, Snow Angel? Where're ya off toooo?" he said, stepping, or rather stumbling in front of her path.
"I'm trying to get to the corner mart. Now if you'll excuse me…" she huffed, once again trying to walk past him.
His hand came to rest on her shoulder as he attempted to balance himself. "I'll go with youuuuu! It's *hic* dangerous to go by yourself. You could get hit on by some drunk guy!"
I already am, genius. She rolled her eyes at the comment, resisting the urge to point out the irony of his statement, which would, no doubt, be lost on him. "I'll be fine, Jaune. Have a good night."
She brushed off his hand as she continued on her way. If he tried to follow after her, he didn't get very far.
Weiss finally reached the sidewalk along the road that would take her to the corner mart. Those chips had better be damn well worth it. Many of the apartments had a small deck that faced out to the roads and parking lots, which allowed the people partying on said decks an unobstructed view of approaching friends and others that were walking along the sidewalk.
More music and yelling reached her ears as she trudged her way along the path. From what she could see, several decks were crammed with people swaying to the music, or perhaps they were swaying on the count of being completely wasted; Weiss couldn't be sure either way and she didn't care to be. With a swish of her off-center ponytail, she turned her head back towards her destination.
A moment later, she had almost reached the parking lot that led to the complex's leasing office when she heard an incredibly loud voice shout, "HEY!"
Yang Xiao Long was currently partying hard in her apartment with several of her friends, along with a few others who had wandered in at the prospect of free booze. She'd had a rough week full of homework, tests, and shitty group projects. Yang wasn't one to take the lead on those projects, but she always did her part on time; Yang Xiao Long would not be one of those group members.
After that hell week, Yang knew she deserved to let loose this weekend, so she invited all of her friends over to party until dawn. There had been plenty of booze, music, and dancing, though some may have called it "grinding" rather than "dancing." Yang wasn't one to judge though.
"Yang! Come here," a cheerful voice called out.
The blonde turned and spotted the black hair with red tips that belonged to her younger sister and strode over.
"What's up, little sis?" Yang was grinning as always and sipping at her red solo cup full of beer.
"Jaune and the others arrived! I'm gonna go find Nora! We're gonna see who can eat more candy," Ruby shouted before speeding off towards the kitchen.
"Have fun!" Yang shouted after her sister's back. The blonde turned and spotted a head of brilliant red hair that could only belong to Pyrrha before calling out in a teasing voice, "Yo, Jaune! Where are you? You better've brought your share of drinks!"
A tall blond popped out from the crowd to stand in front of Yang, carrying several bottles of hard alcohol. "I brought the good stuff," Jaune said with a grin.
Yang grabbed the bottles with an equally large grin, setting them on the dining table, which had been turned into the "alcohol table" by the party-goers.
"Hey, Yang," Jaune said, or rather shouted to be heard over the heavy bass that rang out through the apartment.
"What's up?"
"This music sucks." Yang's head had whipped around so fast, Jaune was surprised her neck hadn't snapped.
"You got something better then, Jauney boy?" Yang said, her pride just slightly hurt by the fact that she had selected the music. For his own sake, Jaune had better have something good.
Jaune began to fish for something in the pocket of his sweatshirt.
"Well, actually, I have something I ma—"
"No," Yang said dryly, turning and heading off in the opposite direction of the scraggly blond that had stood before her.
"Aw come on! This one's fire! I promise," he whined, pitifully. He had pulled out a flash drive and waved it at Yang like it was some sort of glow stick at a rave.
"Jaune, I don't care how "fire" you think your mixtape is. I'm not playing it," she said, her tone emphasizing her skepticism about how "fire" his mixtape supposedly was. "Besides," she half turned, "I don't want to take anyone to the hospital for ruptured eardrums." Her smirk was back, wider than before.
Jaune's jaw dropped as he hung his head. "It's not that bad…" he mumbled.
Yang could only laugh as she walked off to find Pyrrha. It wouldn't be difficult; the girl's flaming red hair wasn't exactly camouflage.
After a moment, Yang spotted Pyrrha out on the deck with Ren, Penny, Nora, Ruby, Blake, Neptune, and Sun. She stopped by the table and downed three shots of Bacardi before joining her friends on the deck.
"Hey, Yang," Pyrrha said with a wave, cheerful as usual.
"Yo. What'cha all lookin' at?" Yang peered at the others who were huddled together.
The group had formed a circle around Nora's phone, occasionally laughing at something.
Nora's head shot up from the group. "Yang! Did you see Emerald's snapchat?"
The blonde shook her head. "No, why? She do something crazy again?"
"When doesn't she do something crazy?" Sun laughed.
Emerald was well known at Beacon for doing just about anything. She'd streaked at a football game, been the sole girl at an orgy of 15 people, snorted crack off of Professor Goodwitch's desk, and done almost anything else one could imagine. Yang could only guess how much Emerald made her parents cry with her antics.
"Check this out!" Nora tossed her phone to Yang, who caught it easily.
On the screen, Yang could see a head of green hair, obviously Emerald's, standing on the porch of a fraternity. Emerald turned, shooting the camera a grin before lifting her shirt and bra and flashing a pair of guys walking down the sidewalk.
The video cut off there, but Yang didn't doubt that Emerald's night was just beginning.
"Whoa! I bet those dudes are having a good night," Yang hollered, doubled over laughing.
The rest of the group joined her, gripping their sides and gasping for air.
Wiping her eyes, Blake glanced at Yang. "You know," she said, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, "That seems like something you would do, Yang."
"What? Flash someone?"
The others nodded, grins resting on their faces.
The blonde laughed again. "You bet your ass I would," she shouted, pumping her fist into the air.
"Then do it," Nora shouted back. "Flash somebody!"
The others shouted in affirmation. Yang would be flashing someone tonight.
"Alright, alright! Let me pick somebody," the blonde said, stepping up to the edge of the deck and peering out at her fellow students. There weren't too many people walking, so Yang's options were limited.
After a few minutes, the others began getting impatient, whining at her to hurry up or claiming that she was lying about doing it. Trying to placate them, Yang decided that the next person she saw would be her victim.
As her luck would have it, a girl with ivory hair appeared in the corner of Yang's vision. The blonde's jaw dropped; the girl was smokin' hot. The girl's clothes fit her just right and her face was sharp, almost like she was a model that had stepped out of a magazine. Hot damn! It's gotta be her!
Yang half-turned to face her friends. "You guys know what a flashbang is, right?"
They all nodded, but it was Ren who spoke. "It's a grenade designed to disorient the enemy with a flash of light and a blast of sound."
Yang nodded, a smirk making its way to her face. "Well, get ready for a flashYang!" The smirk turned into a shit-eating grin as her friends groaned loudly. Damn she loved puns.
The blonde turned back to the ivory haired girl and shouted, "HEY!"
Said girl's head whipped around to look at Yang with a scowl on her face that quickly morphed into a look of horrified surprise.
Yang had lifted her shirt and bra in one movement and flashed the girl with a loud whoop.
The girl's face then shifted to red-faced anger as she made a rather pterodactyl-like screech of indignation, clenched her fists together, and stormed off down the road.
There was a burst of raucous laughter behind Yang as the others desperately gasped for breath.
Her shirt and bra back in their rightful places, she turned back to her friends with a triumphant grin. "Told you I'd do it!"
The others whooped and cheered, clapping her on the back and laughing even harder than before.
Blake ended up being the first to recover, wiping her eyes for the second time that night and clearing her throat. "What do you think that girl's gonna do?"
"What do you mean?" Sun asked, mimicking Blake's earlier actions.
"I mean, she might call the cops or something. She seemed really pissed."
"What would she say to them? 'I got flashed by this girl so arrest her!'?" Neptune asked skeptically.
"I don't know, but watch out, Yang. You could get paid a visit by the cops." The smirk on Blake's face was downright devilish. Yang knew she'd never hear the end of it if she did end up getting arrested for her stunt.
The others then launched into a debate about what they thought Yang would get arrested for, which Yang would have punched them for if she had been paying attention.
Instead, Yang's mind wandered back to the ivory haired girl. She was beautiful, poised, and had an elegance about her, even if she had only been wearing a baggy sweatshirt and yoga pants. The blonde realized that she wanted to get to know the smoking hot, clearly-does-modeling-on-the-side girl. She hurried to make an excuse to go after her.
"Hey, guys," she called out, breaking up the debate. "I'm gonna go get some chips from the corner mart. Be right back."
The others nodded before launching back into their previous topic, seemingly uninterested in Yang's obviously fabricated reason for leaving. The blonde wasted no time dashing off out the door, hurrying past a heavily intoxicated Jaune.
Weiss Schnee was fuming as she stomped her way down the sidewalk, paying little attention to the other pedestrians that practically dove out of the seething girl's path. Ugh! The nerve of that blonde brute! How dare she do such a thing to me?! How indecent! Weiss was broken from her thoughts by a shout from behind her.
Weiss turned to see the blonde that had flashed her was running down the sidewalk towards her, waving her hand in an effort to signal that she wished to speak with Weiss.
At the sight, Weiss promptly turned and continued her march toward her destination with renewed anger.
"Hang on! Wait up," the blonde shouted again, though the voice was much closer this time.
Weiss simply huffed, electing to ignore the blonde who had so rudely flashed her with her amazing breasts. Wait, WHAT?! Nope. Not happening. No way. Not tonight, Satan.
Weiss only finally stopped after she felt a calloused hand rest on her shoulder. "Hang on a sec," the blonde said, softly this time.
"Unhand me, you brute," Weiss said shortly, not bothering to turn around.
The blonde immediately did so, surprising Weiss with her willingness to comply. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have flashed you."
To Weiss's surprise, the girl truly sounded sorry, and even more surprising, she felt like she could accept the girl's apology. She wasn't quite ready though.
"No, you shouldn't have," the ivory haired girl huffed, finally turning around to face the source of her anger. "Why would you do that?" She was still angry, but there wasn't as much bite to her voice as she had expected.
The blonde rubbed the back of her neck, laughing awkwardly. "Do you know Emerald Sustrai?"
Weiss flashed the other girl a quizzical look. "I do, but what does that have to do with you flashing me?"
"Did you see her latest snapchat?" came the reply.
"No, I didn't," Weiss snapped. "What does that have to do with you flashing me?"
The blonde put her hands up defensively. "Ok ok, relax. In her snapchat, she flashed a couple of guys walking by. My friends saw that and basically challenged me to do the same." The awkward laugh had returned at the end of her explanation.
Weiss felt her jaw slacken a bit before she snapped it shut with an audible click. "Fine. Is that all? I'd like to finish my errand and return home," she said curtly, already half-turned to leave.
"Well…" the blonde looked away briefly. "I was kinda hoping that…" she trailed off.
"Hoping what?" Weiss could feel the little remains of her patience ebbing away.
"I was kinda hoping that we could get to know each other," came the rushed reply. The blonde's lilac eyes locked with Weiss's icy-blue ones. She was serious. She's serious! What the hell is she thinking?!
"Get to know each other?! After you flashed me?! Are you crazy? What makes you think I'd say yes?!" Weiss's voice was about one octave above her normal pitch as she screeched at the blonde.
Said blonde winced visibly as she looked away slightly, embarrassment and slight disappointment settling in her eyes. "Ah, you're right. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. It's just…" her voice had gone soft. "I saw you and I just thought you looked so beautiful and poised. You blew me away. But you're right. I'm an idiot for thinking you'd want to associate with me after I flashed you." The blonde turned to leave. "I'll leave you alone. Sorry about everything. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just tell me and I'll do it."
This time, it was the blonde that felt a hand on her shoulder, though the hand was a lot softer than her own. Her head whipped around, swishing her wild mane over one of her shoulders, as she stared wide-eyed at the ivory haired girl who wore a slight scowl on her face.
"You really want to start making things up to me?" Weiss said quietly.
The blonde nodded her head furiously. "More than anything."
"Help me with my errand and I'll consider getting to know you." The scowl had morphed ever so slightly into the tiniest of smiles.
The blonde's smile on the other hand, looked like it would take over her face if she wasn't careful. "Sure thing! What's your name?"
"Weiss." The blonde's smile was apparently contagious, as Weiss's tiny smile morphed into a rueful grin. "And yours?"
"Yang! It's Weiss to meet you!"
Weiss promptly turned and marched off down the sidewalk, groaning all the while as Yang ran after her, laughing.
I'm definitely going to regret this.
Whoo! Finally done! The only things that were from the actual experience was that I was out getting snacks, the flashing, and the fact that the girl was suuuper plastered. After I started thinking about writing about the experience, I couldn't help but picture Yang being the one to flash someone. I also pictured Weiss screeching like a pterodactyl after being flashed. I'd demonstrate the exact sound I'd think a pterodactyl makes, but FF doesn't record sound. Alas, you'll all have to imagine it yourselves. Also, I make no apologies for the puns. I fucking love puns, and I love the hate that people have for them, which makes it even more fun to make puns!
I tried to write this story with a lot less formality. I tried to think about how I'd tell the story if I were speaking aloud. Hopefully, this one didn't end up being too stiff to be funny. It's a little different from my normal writing style, but I think I did well. Let me know what you think! Anyway, chapter 3 of AJAR is in progress, so until then! –MakaS0ul