Chapter One: Rock , Paper, Scissors.
My Girl
The same way Siera Mist is not a suitable substitute for Sprite, and Pepsi for Coke. Emma Swan was in no way shape for form a substitute for her sister Elsa Midas. Either you wanted one or the other, but never both. The chipper blonde was only older than her by thirty four months, not even a full three years. Despite the close age gape, they never got on. This could be contributed to the fact that Elsa always took what Emma wanted. If she showed even the slightest inclination towards someone or something, there the platinum blonde was, swinging her fawk locks (as if anybody believed that was all her real hair) , and a smug smile to boot.
This may have been why the seventeen year old was gripping the neck of a Virgil's Root Beer, debating on whether or not she actually had the arm strength to chuck it at her older sister whom was currently sucking faces with HER girl. Regina Mills was completely off limits! But did her sister ever care? No!
"You know, if your grip tightens any further, you'll end up with glass embedded in your palm?" The husky voice of a tipsy redhead chuckled, and Emma scrunched up her nose at Zelena's booze stained breath.
"Sss'Okay" Emma lisped, a problem she had spent the last eight years trying to fix.
"You seem just a bit jelly, wish it was you swapping spit with my dear little sister?" The jest contained just the right amount of sting, alluding to how bitter the older girl was.
"Don't you have ss-omewheress to besss firecrotch?" Emma glared at the side of Zelena's face, but the girl was looking at the duo going at it.
"Never figured my sister was the type to go double dipping in the pot. Hmm, you're better off without her, the whining twat has dreadful bedhair and morning breath." Zelena pouted slightly, looking at her drink before polishing it off.
"Why aren't you drinking anything, Emmie?" The sideways grin was directed towards her, and Emma stopped for a moment before answering.
"Doessss it bothersss you? You were with Elsssahh for two yearssss." Emma questioned, before she began doing her tongue exercises. She could feel the redhead watching her ,but ignored it because these generally helped with the lisp. The damn thing was only noticeable when she was upset.
"I suppose so. It probably bothers me a lot less than seeing Regina with your sister. Always after something you can't have, Emmie? Such an overlooked flower..." Zelena mused, watching Emma clench her jaw tightly.
"Shut. Up." Emma spoke slowly, the warning carrying a weight that she was sure Zelena is would ignore.
"That a girl. You're getting better with the talking thing. Maybe that's why Regina never paid you any mind. You get around her and you can barely speak. Or it could be the way you hide behind those glasses and your hair. The way you conceal yourself with clothes two sizes to big." Zelena rambled, her tongue loose to liquid courage.
"Or maybe she just doesn't like Siera Mist. Who wants a Siera Mist when you can have a Sprite?" Emma clicked her tongue against her teeth several times , her S's coming out clipped.
"You could very well be the Sprite to her 7-up. You have a natural beauty about you, without the airhead persona that people fall for hook line and sinker. Your sister can be a bitch, one that you tire of easily. My sister will soon learn. " Zelena half heartedly shrugged.
"Maybe, maybe not." Emma shrugged causing Zelena to just look at her. The blonde hair was hanging in front of her face and down her back touching the waistband of her oversized jeans. They were men's, most likely stolen from her brother when he had out grown them. The sweater was hanging oddly over her shoulders almost as if she was drowning in it. And her glasses were older, and held together by pieces of tape.
"Let's play a game, Emmie." Zelena spoke as the idea was taking form in her head.
"W-what kind of a game?" Emma bit her bottom lip nervously, and despite the outwardly haggard appearance of the blonde, Zelena had to tamp down her arousal at the movement. She always had a thing for lip biting, paired along with the image of Emma in just her underclothes from when she had accidentally barged into the bathroom on her, she could feel her jeans tighten.
"A very simple game of rock paper scissors." Zelena offered another one shoulder shrug, feigning innocence
'Okayy...what are we playing for?" Emma's interest was peaked, she had been bored since being dragged to this party.
"If I win, you have to let me give you a complete make over. The works. I want to help you get the girl, and to teach your sister a bit of a lesson in ethics." Zelena let the rest of the information hang in the air.
"A make over? I think I look fine. And I know you Leanie. There's something your holding back." Emma crossed her arms, watching a smug smile play on pink painted lips.
"Nobody should ever underestimate you , dear. You and I, we shall pretend to go out!" Zelena clapped.
"Y-you want to go out...with me?" Emma stuttered
"Pre-tend , dear. Do follow along." Zelena rolled her icy blue eyes.
"Pretend, right of course." Emma nodded her head.
"So what do I get if I win?" Emma questioned, causing Zelena to lean back and ponder this.
"Well I suppose , anything you want." Zelena replied lamely, as if she hadn't thought of anything.
"Okay. I'm game. Get ready to meet defeat!" Emma grinned
"Hopefully it isn't your feet, lord know those boots want to run away on their own. They will be the first thing to go, once I have my way." Zelena smirked
"On three?" Emma asked, as they both got into position.
"One..." Zelena balled her fist up, and cocked an eyebrow at the blonde.
"Two..." Emma countered with her own fist
"Three!" They both shouted before throwing out their hands.
AN: So this is based off of several things. A song(obviously) a movie ( The princess diaries and a bit of Miss Congeniality for the makeover part etc) and a fic I read on here.
