Disclaimer:I do not own any part of Batman.
Selina POV
As soon as I made my way down the stairs chaos erupted in my room, I glared up at the ceiling when I reached the kitchen. I had a few friends over, but they obviously had forgotten my room wasn't a bounce house. Sighing I pinched the bridge of my nose. And they wonder why my dad never lets them in the house? Heart fluttering at the familiar knock I went to the door before I could stop myself. The redhead stood smiling shifting her weight from one foot to the other, a measuring cup in her hand.
"Could I borrow some sugar?" I simply nodded. Thank god she hadn't asked 'Could I get some sugar?' my mind would've exploded. Still the way her chocolate eyes were on me had my heart jumping up into my throat.
"Come in," do we even have sugar? Ivy began to close the door behind her when someone suddenly burst through pushing both of us into the wall as they noisily made their way inside. Pinned between the wall and her soft body I could hardly breathe when we made contact. Body burning with forsaken sensations I tried to dismiss the feel of her backside pressing up against me. It was all in vain, at the thought of ignoring her presence all my nerves betrayed me, instead honing in on Ivy. God, I breathed my head falling back onto the wall as I fought the urge to pull her hips to mine. What kind of asshole slams a door into a girl? I would have to thank them after biting their head off, for giving me an opportunity to feel her that wouldn't leave me feeling guilty.
"Are you alright?" Body flushed I could hardly form the words, I forced my eager tail to coil tight around my thigh, shocked she nodded and pushed the door away. I stepped away from her running my eyes over her, thankfully she wasn't hurt. "I'm sorry about that," I said honestly, trying to hide my boiling irritation from her. Before I knew it I was running up the stairs, in a second I swung my bedroom door open, all three pairs of eyes on me in an instant.
"Which one of you dickheads just came in?" I growled. Each of the teenage boys paled freezing in their play fighting, the blond, Kenny's eyes lowered at my words. Arms crossed I stood in front of him, practically seething,
"Kyles," the other two pleaded but I ignored them.
"You just slammed the door into my neighbor," I hissed. "Don't think apologizing is an option. Get your ass downstairs."
I shadowed him as he trudged, defeated, down the stairs; her fiery hair again caught my attention. Ivy stood at the kitchen counter by the window, as she poured sugar into the measuring cup. The boy slightly nudged my side with his elbow,
"You didn't say your neighbor was hot," he whispered, Kenny grew silent when I glared up at him. The redhead turned, "I'm sorry for opening the door on you," the blond said honestly. Not the best apology but- Ivy smiled,
"Don't let it happen again. I don't know what she would do," she motioned to me, amusement lit her brown eyes. It would do.
Soon my two other friends were peering into the kitchen from the stairs, trying to figure out what the commotion was. Sly smiles and smirks curled their lips as they looked Ivy up and down, their eyes connected with mine and in an instant my cheeks were on fire. They know. Unlike my parents my friends were not completely oblivious to my sexual orientation, I didn't necessarily broadcast it for the world, but I wasn't exactly hiding it. Thankfully a voice halted the possible questions buzzing in their brains.
"Selina, what are those damn free riders doing in my house?" my dad's voice boomed from the second floor. Of course he didn't really care about their moocher habits- he was bothered because there had been boys in my room. Both my parents thought I was going to get pregnant the moment my bedroom door closed, I sighed. It was disheartening. Even with the casual hints I gave them they still thought I was as straight as an arrow. Sometimes I wondered if they were blind. A smirk curled on my lips as my dad forced the three of them out; you've got the wrong gender. If I want to be in bed with anyone it's the girl standing next to me.
"Thanks," she said trying to hold back her laughter as she held the full measuring cup, "Are your friends always like that?" I nodded relaxing against the wall,
"Pretty much," a smile dominated my face when I noticed how comfortable the redhead looked in my presence. "So what's all that sugar for anyways?" A hint of blush rose to her cheeks,
"I'm making cookies for someone." In the back of my mind I had to fight the urge to frown, of course there would be a boy. Why wouldn't there be? Ivy is pretty- gorgeous and she's nice. It's not like I have any chance at grabbing her attention anyway.
Even with all that in mind, the pounding of my heart deepened painfully at the disappointment. A dark haired man strolled into the kitchen, stopping short when his dark eyes landed on the redhead.
"Who's this?" My dad asked gesturing to Ivy, before I could answer for her she confidently shook his hand,
"I'm Ivy Isley, I live next door."
Loosening his tie he went to grab a glass from the cabinet,
"You're our neighbor? I think I would've remembered a girl as pretty as you." That's what I thought.
"I moved in a few years ago, for high school." He simply nodded sipping the cold water he had poured as he leaned against the kitchen counter. My dad was tall enough to be considered lanky, but muscular enough to have a slight build. Black eyes connecting with mine he spoke,
"So you know Selina from school then?" I tuned out of their small chitchat, but I still noticed the way her full lips moved as she spoke, the way her brown eyes always glanced between me and my dad making my heart speed.
Ivy POV
The weight of her jade eyes was on me as I spoke; whenever I looked back at Selina a hint of fascination lit her gaze. The way she was looking at me made my tongue swell around my words, something about the girl's presence was distracting me. What does her mom look like? The resemblance between Selina and her dad was subtle, she shared his mannerisms, they both had jet black hair and olive toned skin. Still I couldn't stop imagining how Selina resembled her mom, did she have the same magnetic green eyes? Glancing back at her soft features, my eyes covered her high cheekbones, straight nose and dark brows. Suddenly her dad's voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"So you know Selina from school then?" I wish I did. Honestly for three years of attending the same school I never had the chance to talk to her, not like I knew what exactly I would've said. Most of my friends consisted of people from the AP Botany class, the shy, reserved types. They were fine for casual conversations and studying, but not one of them I felt could fit into my home life, or feel comfortable around me as a person and not a student. With her circle of rough looking guy friends the dark haired girl personified intimidation, but now she felt much warmer, more accessible.
"No," I said, "I met her at the garage sale."
"How did that go by the way?" he asked his daughter, sipping more water.
"You know how it went dad," Selina said cheekily, "we barely made over 20 dollars."
The tall man's black eyes glittered with amusement,
"That's what you get when you try to sell off all my stuff." Feeling a little out of place I stepped towards the door,
"Well, I should go," I turned back to her as my fingers curled around the knob my hands a bit sweaty, "I have cookies to make."
Back at my own door I tried the door and it didn't budge, can't there be one day where the lock doesn't jam or I remember my keys? Sighing I placed the measuring cup on the doorstep, before I could stop myself and call a lock person I was crossing Selina's lawn. The green eyed girl didn't seem shocked that I was back at her door, great she must think I'm some kind of idiot.
"Are your parents home?" Selina stepped onto the humid porch closing her front door behind her; I shook my head as she followed me back. "Are any of your windows open?" Why does that matter?
"My bedroom window –yeah, but it's on the second floor," I said slowly, slightly confused.
Before I could ask what she was going to do, Selina scaled the side of my house with ease, slipping into my room. Mouth hanging open I simply blinked, running my hand through my hair I was at a loss for words.
Selina POV
The scent of lavender and lilacs enveloped me as soon as my feet met the carpet, small potted plants sat by the window. Thick textbooks, plays and novels were neatly stacked on the side of her desk. Posters and snapshots of rain forests dominated her plain walls, decorating them beautifully.
"Did she go to all these places?" I whispered to myself in disbelief, lifting the pictures to read the names at the edges. A range of countries labeled the photographs; Cameroon, Vietnam, Peru, Java and Panama. The redhead's room was quaint, neatly organized and let in a lot of sunlight. I laughed lightly as I made my way down the stairs, we are complete opposites. The door wasn't locked, I pulled at the knob but it didn't move. It's jammed. Using all my strength, with a quick twist and pull the front door swung open and Ivy came in wide- eyed.
"How- how did you do that?" the redhead asked incredulously.
"When I was younger I'd sneak out a lot, so my parents would lock me out as punishment," a smile burned on my lips before I could stop it. "It comes with a lot of practice." How I had learned to unlock doors and why I had the ability to scale 20 feet of building with no real grip were two different things entirely. And at that moment I kept the latter a secret from everyone outside of my family, I didn't want to have to move again. Not when I'd have someone to miss. "Later then," I said coolly walking backwards then turning as I walked back to my house.
"Selina," immediately I turned to the sweet sound of her voice, "thanks again."
"No problem," even though my mind was set on going back inside my feet were glued to the ground. All that was awaiting me was a half- empty house, but to ask if I could stay would be much too forward of me.
"Well-," she started in a low voice, "if you stay over I can make a batch of cookies for you for un-jamming the door. I don't think my parents would mind."
"You mean overnight?" I questioned my throat dry at the thought.
"Yeah overnight -if that isn't a problem for you."
God she's talking about a sleepover. What do girls do at those things? They talk about school, but its summertime. Ivy isn't the gossiping type- what am I missing? That's right they talk about boys. I hoped that wasn't what the night was going to consist of, or I would feel extremely out of place. Then again- the thought of the redhead wearing any form of pajamas had me worrying I would get a nosebleed.
"Sure," I said hoarsely.
A/N; I can safely say Kenny will be the only OC character.