Warning: This story implies girl and girl couplings. If you don't like it, go away. If you're a boy, shame. Also, this is… Or will be, a Dorinda/OC pairing. It is also rated M, for future(I hope) chapters.
My Word: Okay, I needed a bit of a break from my other story, about Tonks not ending up with Remus Lupin. And you know; I only did that because he's one of the reason's she… I'm not ruining that, never mind. And anyway, I needed a break because I was brain dead on that one. So, I couldn't believe it when I came up with this… While watching One World, for the… Third, or fourth time. I lost count to be honest. Oh, this is just the start. I hope you like it, and let me know if I should actually continue. But don't hope, or ask for quick updates.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Cheetah Girls… But I gotta admit… Girlfriend aside, that Dorinda… Sabrina Bryan; is hot. Curvy and full, and she's a great dancer too.
Claimer, or Patent: Sugar Rush, and any other original characters, or ideas, in this story, are mine. And I would greatly appreciate it if you did not steal them. Please, if you would like to borrow something, like a character or something, ask me. I might let you then. But please, don't steal.
What do you do when you're a girl, in a pop dance group, and you don't wanna be? What do you do when you're a girl, in love with a girl in a totally different pop dance group? What the hell do you do when you're a girl, who'd rather make her living snowboarding all year round? You do absolutely nothing, that's what you do. I make amazing money, and I gotta admit, its fun being the bad-ass for the press.
I shook out my short shaggy mop of beautiful Auburn hair, with a single blue streak that hung in my eyes. It was red in certain light, and brown in others. And I gotta admit it's one of my favourite things about myself, and it drives two of the other girls crazy. Aside from the chip in my two front teeth that just makes me more me. But now isn't the time to be thinking about that, and what I would rather do, and what's more fun to do for the paparazzi while they're snapping picture's. Of course, most of what I do for them, winds me up in trouble with the label. And now as I was just twisting the top off my bottle of 'pop' when a voice hollered out and made me cringe.
"Where's Devi and my other favourite girls?" the sound of footsteps made me quickly screw the top back onto my bottle and place it on the coffee table before hitting the floor and starting to crawl away. Figures that I crawl right into someone. I looked up to find that it was a fellow group member. Serena Bedford, the fashion icon of our group. She came from money, and she's stayed in the money. She's a dark brown haired, bright green eyed Latin American with beautiful legs, a gorgeous body, and a voice to match. Sometimes, I still found it hard to believe that she was 19. We call her See, because she's always asking if we can see her in the magazines or on TV in the programs we special guest on. And she was also someone who got along with the woman the label hired to look after us… Well, me mostly. I tend to get into trouble with people, and press.
'I'm not here.' I mouthed, before crawling around her smooth tanned legs, and for the open back door. I didn't stand up until I was around a tree. And I was very quick to get up into it and as high as I could go. Just to make sure that I wouldn't be seen. I sighed as I relaxed back, high up in the tree, straddling a branch so my legs dangled and resting against its sturdy trunk. Headphones came out, and I wrapped the cords around my ears but I didn't turn my iPod on. I could just hear the sound of them talking inside the living space.
***Inside the House***
**No ones P.O.V.**
A bleach blonde haired woman, with a fake blue contacts and an even faker smile, but a huge bust walked into the room. She was 5'6, and you could tell that she was no stranger to botox and other things to make her look young. She was a woman of 49, trying to look like a woman of 21. Too little, too late. But that didn't stop the other three girls of Sugar Rush from treating her like she was succeeding. The woman's name, Darcie Conway. Or as Devi enjoyed calling her, She-Who-Must-Control-All, Thorn in my side, and her favourite, The Witch, or Wicked Witch.
"Hello girls!" the woman greeted with a loud cheerful voice, her heels stopping there clicking sound on the hardwood floor. She set down four large shopping bags, and hugged Serena first. "You look gorgeous, See dear." She said, in a sickingly sweet voice before handing her one of her shopping bags. "This is yours, and I know that you'll just love it. Hasn't even gone out onto the shelves here yet!"
"Oh! I love it!" Serena instantly yelled as she opened up the shopping bag, and then pulled out an amazing pair of boots. Well, amazing for anyone into fashion. They were this sleek blue colour that was almost silver, and they were going to hug her calves as well as give her some lift. She was going to go from a 5'7, to a 5'9.
"And you, Cookie, sweetie." She gave our youngest member, she's 16, Adeline Goodrich, a hug as she completely ignored the cute little face that she was making at the contact. Adeline, or Cookie, as we liked to call her, because she was so sweet and cute. She wasn't completely innocent, but her look fooled you. She had pitch black hair, and it fell in natural ringlets about her shoulders. Her breasts, believe me or not, at her size of 5'5, were pretty big, at a full D cup. She had this amazing ass, and I've been caught looking at it more then once. She's got a great tan, being a French German Italian. She looks amazing in anything, but looks so innocent at the same time, I feel so sorry for the guys that watch her body move, or you know, anyone that likes girls. "You're bag." The old woman said, waiting for the squeal. Every time she came back, she always brought this huge, and I mean huge, cookie, for her. It always had some variant of a smiley face, and it would last for months. When she got the squeal, she smiled a smile that did not, and never did reach her eyes.
"Lucky, honey." She said, hugging the last and oldest member of our group, she's 21. She was 5'8, with these gorgeous brown and blonde locks. It was natural, and it also drove Cookie and See crazy because they couldn't match it, even if they tried. And curves, good L-rd did the woman have curves. She's got an amazing tan, and I mean amazing because she just positively glows. Amazing for an Irish Latino. And Lucky, we called her Lucky because… Well, the girl had nothing but luck. Didn't matter where we were, or what we were doing, she always has luck on her side. There was a hundred stuck to her boot once, and we'd hailed a taxi for the fun of it. And let me tell you, the label wasn't too happy that we just disappeared from that photo-shoot. She's really nice and kind too, treating us all like little sisters. Even though she's got four real ones. But that's Brandie Ashford for you. Conway gave her the second last bag, and smiled as she watched her. And yea, you better believe her luck, because in the bag was an iPhone. The exact one she'd been wanting for so very long. She gasped, immediately falling back onto the couch to pry open the box and play with it.
"Where's Devan?" the old woman asked, taking a deep breath, and finally taking a look around. Serena and Adeline barely heard her, too caught up in talking about the last show we did and what they'd just received. Adeline was eating her cookie, and Serena was walking around in her boots as she spoke. They tossed a very simple "Haven't seen her.", and "She went out." At her, and Brandie was in her own little world with the new toy she had. Taking a deep breath, and picking up the last bag that she had for Devi, she walked around the couch to take a seat. And the nosey busy body that she was, she picked up the bottle on the coffee table in an instant to check it out. Top came off, and she smelt it. She made a face before gasping and setting it down. And knowing her, she knew that Devan couldn't be far. She shifted, turning to look at the ever moving See.
"Serena, honey? Where is Devan? I know she's here, she wouldn't go far considering that's here." She said, pointing at the alcohol infested pop bottle. "And you, my dear, were the first one into this room." Serena licked her lips, eyes avoiding looking at anyone or anything in the room. She was saved by the phone, and she quickly took off for it in her two inch heels. So, the older woman's attention shifted to Cookie, who hid behind her giant cookie. And well, Lucky was too absorbed in her phone to even care that Devan wasn't there in the house they lived in together because of the label. So, Ms. Conway, that's right, the woman never married, stood up to go off and look for the girl 18 year-old girl, in the back-yard.
**Back to Devan's P.O.V**
I was kicking my feet, rather happily as I sat up in the tree. At least, I was happy, sitting out back and all on my own, until The Wicked Witch came out back. I cursed, having thought that she'd been getting ready to leave. I was going to wait for five minutes before climbing down, but no, she had to figure things out. G-d, I hated this woman.
"Devan! Devi!" she called out in that sweet voice that made me sick to my stomach. It was just so fake, and obvious. I made my had a puppet, and started to mimic her with it as I made a face.
"Devi, dear I know that you're out here. You left your drink on the table so obviously!" she called out, and I cringed. I hated her for that. So much. I tried hard not to move, or shift as she walked closer. Don't catch me up here, please don't catch me up here. Please, please, please. I chanted in my head as she looked down and around, but not up. I was so close to getting away with it, and probably would have, but a fucking spider just had to land in my hair and hang down in front of my eyes.
"Fuck!!" What? You were expecting a scream? Well, sorry, I don't scream. I'm a kid that grew up on the streets, and I don't scream. You get a lot of flack if you scream, so I never did, and I never will… Not when I know people are around at least. I began to swat at the spider, trying my hardest to get it off and away. And I don't understand why the hell I insisted on moving as I did it, because the next I know I'm on the ground, looking up at the sky and the Thorn in my side as I shouted in pain. Three story fall, and hitting branches on the way down. You'd be in pain too. And of course I know that it was no excuse for the cursing and bad words that came out of my mouth, but I just could not help it. And of course, I just knew that tabloids and the paparazzi were going to have a field day with this when they got word. Actually, they were probably all waiting out front for us… No one could get into be backyard, it was surrounded by other backyards. Which might not have been a good thing, but as long as I laid there, the other Sugar Rush members above me, waiting for help, I realized that the sirens of an ambulance were going to clue in the hidden paparazzi of our neighbourhood. And that was exactly what had happened.
I blinked a few times… Actually, I blinked so many times, I'd lost count. I was seeing spots everywhere I looked. Damned paparazzi! Couldn't they… You know what, never mind. I'd rather they bugged me then someone else. But jeez, do you think you could turn down the flash a little bit. They were so bright, they might just make a girl go blind. Oh, there it is. The Witch's voice. I groaned, the massive amount of drugs they'd given me for pain, kicking in. I turned my head, looking at her with blurry, spotted vision.
"Shut up!" I growled at She-Who-Must-Control-All. I just knew she was trying to control this situation. "Out!" I said, pointing at the double back doors of the ambulance… Well, I couldn't point at it, but I certainly tried. "I don't want you in here." I said, before going limp. My eyes were just barely open.
**Lucky's P.O.V.**
"Oh, get out of the way." I said, grabbing Ms. Conway and pulling her carefully from the back of the ambulance before getting in and taking her place. I sat down, and slid over to take a hold of Devan's hand. I knew that Ms. Conway, The Witch, was going to be mad at me for what I did. But it was hard not to hear Devi when the doors hadn't at all been closed right and you're standing right there.
"You're an idiot, you know that?" I asked her, and she smiled slightly. Telling me that she was at least somewhat awake. "I'll stay with you. I mean, its only one broken arm… And a few fingers… And, oh yea… Your leg in two places…" I trailed off, looking down and fell silent. I just held onto her hand, thinking it through as we finally began to move. When the man that had been sitting with us, moved to talk to the other up front, I took the opportunity to be the big sister I just naturally was.
"You are not allowed to do that anymore! You hear me?" I asked, squeezing her good hand. "No more climbing tree's, and if you do, then no higher then the bottom branches." I said, my voice stern and commanding. Turning her head to look at me through slit eyes, she smiled, and then laughed a forced and drowsy laugh. And I sighed, knowing that at least she was still herself under a drugged and edgy situation.
**Back to Devan's P.O.V.**
My eyes fluttered open, and I groaned at the bright light. Instantly my eyes closed to better block out the light. "Fucking window." I said, raising a hand that had an IV in it to cover my eyes and shield them from the bright light. "Someone, shut it…" I murmured, knowing that someone was there. I mean, it was quiet in the room, but not so quiet that I was alone. There was the sound of someone else's movement. I listened carefully as they got up, shuffling around and the click of heels, before the tell tale darkness was covering my eyelids. With a sigh, I moved my hand and slowly opened my eyes. Only to jerk upright in surprise.
"Dorinda?" I asked, not at all bothering to hide the surprise that I felt. "Dorinda Thomas of The Cheetah Girls?" I asked, completely sure of myself as I held myself up as best I could with one broken arm. It was impossible to forget her, I mean, she was the one I was totally in love with. She danced, and she hypnotized me. She sang, and I floated up to the clouds with wings of joy. She truly was her name, talented.
"Uh, yea, that's me." She said with the barest hints of a blush, walking back over and taking a seat back within the chair that she'd been sitting in earlier. "Hi." She added shyly as her blush went all out. And oh man, it was just adorable. I couldn't help but smirk at her as I watched her fiddle with her fingers. Her blonde hair was creating a curtain as she looked down, hiding her gorgeous face from me, and I couldn't do a thing about it as I fell back against the bed and began to feel the dull sensation of the pain in my broken arm. I shouldn't have used it hold up my weight. And why'd she have to go and sit on that side.
"Uh, I don't mean to sound rude… But, what are you doing here? Aren't you and the other Cheetah's supposed to be on tour?" I asked in a raspy voice. I hadn't realized that it was raspy, but I guess when you've been asleep for… Okay, so I don't know how long I was out for, but hey, it must have been a while because I was drugged out of my mind. Dorinda shifted, standing up and running a very nervous hand through her hair. "I was… It's just…"
"She volunteered to sit with you while we went out for a coffee and something to eat." Brandie said as she walked in with a half eaten sandwich, a still wrapped chocolate bar and coffee in each hand. I had instantly turned to look, and I watched as the rest of Sugar Rush walked in with coffees, and different snacks. I smiled at them, before relaxing back into the pillows under me. Behind them, in walked the Cheetah Girls, with water. One was handed to Dorinda, and I turned to watch her again.
"So, you stayed behind here with unconscious me while they went out to eat?" I asked, grinning as she blushed and looked away from me.
"Yea, I just… You shouldn't have been left alone. In case you should…. Uh…"
"Did wake up? In case I did wake up?" I asked, shifting to sit higher up against the pillows. My brain wasn't working too well at that moment, because I completely forgot that hospital beds moved. But Dorinda didn't say anything… Actually, no one said anything and Dorinda kept looking away from me. I laughed a small laugh "Well, thank you. But I think you, and the Cheetah's should get back to the tour you all are supposed to be on." I said as I relaxed back into the pillow's, and let out a yawn I didn't even know that I had been holding in. They smiled at one another, and talked before each, minus Dorinda, gave me a hug and left us Sugar Rush girls alone. It was only then did I notice the white roses on the night stand next to me, and I frowned at them as I breathed in the fresh smell of them and coffee. "Who brought those?"
"Dorinda, and the other Cheetah's. I think that Dorinda said that, even though we were all against one another, that was no reason to be friendly when things like this happened." Serena told me, looking down to admire her boots. My guess was that Galleria, or Bubbles, had complimented them.. She was the fashion icon of the Cheetah's… Well, other then Chanel, of course. I shook my head, and then sighed as I looked at the roses. I normally wasn't one for flowers, of any kind, but it was now official that white roses were my favourite. Simply because Dorinda had brought them to me.
"Alright, so you've put our tour on hold Devi." I turned my attention to Cookie. I raised an eyebrow, only to put it back down as I realized that it hurt. "Tour? What tour?" I asked, looking from her to See and Lucky. They took sips of their coffee's, avoiding looking at me before at last, Lucky spoke. Good thing too, I was about to have an outburst.
"The label wanted to have us compete with the Cheetah's. They were going to send us on tour. They'd been planning it out for the last month, and we were supposed to start tomorrow in New York." She said, letting it all out in one breath as she sat down where Dorinda had been sitting. I looked at her for a long time before I sighed and closed my eyes.
"Oh." Was all that I could manage to say. Slowly, I shifted and my fingers hit the buttons that moved the bed. And in an instant, my bed was sitting me up. I opened my eyes quickly, and looked before laughing as I let go when I was sitting how I'd wanted to be. Licking my lips, I looked at the other girls, before we all had a good laugh.
"Okay, I can't believe I didn't do that sooner." I said, before a nurse stopped outside the door and then brought in some food. It was hospital food, and at the moment, I just did not care as she set it down on the moveable tray before that moved over my legs.
"And how are you today? Enjoying a good visit with you're friends?" she asked in a very nice and sweet voice. I smiled at her, instantly checking her out. I knew that the girls were watching, and probably rolling their eyes, but I didn't care.
"Oh yea, just having a bit of fun as I get an unscheduled day, or two off." I said in my best flirty voice. It was more raspy then normal. It must have worked, because I watched her blush.
"I bet this wasn't the type of day off you were expecting." She said, looking at me, and I shook my head as I continued to smile at her.
"Well, here's your lunch." She said, lifting the lid off of the tray.
"I special made this for you." She said, batting her eyelashes. And well, it was my turn to blush a very faint blush. But it was a blush none the less.
"A nice chicken sandwich, with lettuce and tomato, and some honey mustard. I know that it's your favourite, because you told this magazine once. And I read all the articles on you, and Sugar Rush." She said, and my eyes went from her, to the food. Even though my blush darkened slightly. I licked my lips, oblivious to Brandie, Serena, and Adeline slipping out the door.
"Uh, we've also got cherry jell-o." she said, lifting off another lid. And I looked to that, before looking up at her with a grin. I licked my lips again, not caring to hide it as I very noticeably looked over her body.
"What if I don't want cherry jell-o for desert?" I asked, using my good hand to reach out and brush her blonde hair back behind her ear. She blushed a dark and very visible blush.
"Couldn't I just, have you?" I asked, fingers now tangling into her hair. She cleared her throat, moving away from my hand. She reached into one of her pockets, and set a can of grape crush down onto the tray.
"That was all I could get my hands on. I hope you enjoy your lunch. I have to get back to work." She said, before rushing out the door. She looked back in at me, hand frozen in the air, and mouth open before she was gone down the hall to deliver the rest of the hospital lunches. I waited a minute, before cursing loudly and tossing my plastic spoon angrily across the room.
