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"C'mon Sticky, it'll be fun!" Vanellope coaxed, swinging her girlfriend's hand as they wandered down the road. "I don't know, Vani ... isn't Tappers where all the bad guys hang out after game time? I've heard it can get a little rough…" the teal girl replied uncertainly, a small frown on her face. "Nonsense!" Vanellope said, waving her hand in the air in a pretentious manner that made Sticky laugh.
"Did Swizz tell you that?" The pint-sized president asked, smiling with her girlfriend. "Maybe…" Sticky mumbled. Vanellope chuckled. "I wouldn't believe him if I were you Stick, he's always making things up." She said, pulling to a stop in front of the gingerbread house where Sticky lived.
"I've told you not to call me that." Sticky sighed with a smile, hand on the gate. "You know you love it." Vanellope replied before kissing the teal girl's cheek. "So I'll see you later then?"
Sticky grinned. Even if she protested, Vanellope could always read her like a book. The other girl somehow knew what she was going to say, even if Sticky herself didn't know.
"Of course." She smiled, kissing Vanellope properly before turning and heading inside.
She went straight up to her room, and grabbed a brush. If she was going out tonight, she might as well look her best, she decided, as she gazed at the picture of her and Vanellope taped to her mirror. Even after these few weeks, the quiet, shy, meek girl couldn't believe that the fun, energetic president had fallen for her. She'd loved Vanellope for ages, she just hadn't know – or admitted – it until late last year, when the previously hated glitch became their perfect ruler.
That was why Sticky never participated in the bullying. After going once, she never wanted to see it again. She made excuses time after time, the other recolours backing her up, even if they didn't know her real reasons. And now that she could show her love for Vani – she was happier than she'd ever been.
Meanwhile, in the castle, Vanellope sorted through outfit after outfit in her enormous walk-in closet. She still thought it was a little excessive, but at least she didn't insist on sleeping in the candy cane tree outside her window anymore.
Throughout all her transition from pauper to president, Sticky had been there. At first, she had just been a face in a crowd of many – a racer who she wasn't super familiar with, eager to please and make up for her wrong-doing. But as Vanellope learnt to love her fellows, she found her attention being drawn in particular, again and again, to this little shy teal recolour of Minty. Soon they began hanging out in smaller groups, and then just as a pair. It was almost inevitable that they fall for one another, really – just meant to happen. And fall they did. Vanellope, unsurprisingly, had actually been the one to ask Sticky, and so far it had been one of the happiest moments in her life to remember that the other girl said yes.
But back to the task on hand, she thought, as she continued browsing through her many items. Eventually, she narrowed it down to a mint skater dress and a brown denim jacket, the sleeves pushed up to the elbows.
Just as she was admiring her reflection in her mirror, she heard a knock on her door. "Come in!" She called. It swung open and Sour Bill ran through, his feet scuttling along the floor, his usually monotone face clouded with worry.
"Miss President! There's been an avalanche in the ice cream Mountains! A nearby village has nearly been completely covered!" He babbled. Vanellope's eyes widened. "Oh mod, is everyone okay?"
"They're getting them out now." He replied. Vanellope frowned. "I should go. I can't let my subjects suffer. They'll have something for me to do." She said, going to the door and getting her coat off the hook. Her eyes wandered to the picture of her and Sticky hung on the wall. She sighed. "Could you tell Sticky that I won't be able to make it tonight, Sour Bill?"
"Of course Miss President." He replied, before scuttling out of the room. Vanellope followed suit a moment later, after she had pulled on her thickest pair of tights.
She came down the grand stairway to find the minister of safety waiting for her with a man she didn't recognize. "Miss President, this is the Chief of the repairs department." The plump little peppermint introduced her to the tall doughnut standing beside him.
"It's an honour to meet you ma'am." The doughnut bowed his head. "Thank you," Vanellope replied graciously, before pressing on. "What plans are underway?"
Meanwhile, Sticky had received Vanellope's message. It wasn't uncommon that her girlfriend had to call off their dates to attend to one of her presidential duties, so the girl resigned herself to a night in front of the television, maybe with her sisters. She was just about to make dinner when she happened to glance out of the window. Far in the distance, she could see the Mountains. There was a faint glow fighting the darkness in one spot, which was slowly dimming. It looked so cold outside … Sticky decided her Vanellope shouldn't freeze up there. She ran back upstairs.
All day Vanellope had run and glitched around the Ice Cream Mountains, carrying blankets, wrapping safety tape, greeting the victims. She was exhausted and freezing by the time the safety team, having stabilized the nearby region and successfully housed all the victims whose houses would take longer and more light to rebuild, decided to call it a night. She stumbled back over to her kart, collapsing on to it.
She didn't expect anyone to be sitting in it.
"Ah!" She shrieked, trying to clamber into a sitting position whilst Sticky doubled over with laughter. "Oh wow, that was smooth Van, so smooth…" She snorted. Vanellope eventually managed to pull herself out of the kart. "What are you doing here?" She asked, surveying the other girl.
Sticky slid out of the kart. "Well, I couldn't let our date run away like that!" She began, going round to the back of the kart and opening the boot, "So I brought the date to you!" She smiled, pulling out a bag of food and several blankets.
Vanellope's face split into a grin. Sticky always knew exactly what to do.
They trudged through the snow to a nearby clearing on the edge of the mountain, where they spread out the picnic blanket, and wrapped all the others around them. Sticky had brought a feast of crisps, biscuits and hot chocolate, and cuddling together as they looked over Sugar Rush, they'd never felt warmer.
So, I'll admit it was quite hard to stay on topic with this one, but I still like it!
This is Sticky (a.k.a Miss Wipplesnit) signing off for the night! Goodnight!