A/N: I don't own Wreck-It Ralph. Well, well, well, this is definitely something different! All these stories thus far have been when the couple are close to eighteen. I decided to mix things up a bit now by writing a story of when they were sixteen years old! Summary: The two have been dating for a few months now, but they've yet to tell their parents. It goes either great or terrible, but they're hoping it'll go well.
Taffyta took a deep breath. It'll be alright, she told herself. Just tell them and it'll be over, right? She was chilling around the balcony of her room, thinking of how to go about this. School just ended and with that, the summer spirit was raging; most of their pals now were on vacation or doing something crazy. Not the couple, though. They just wanted to relax and let their brain cells slowly rot for the three months of sunshine and fog.
"Why is this so hard?" she spoke her thoughts, kicking back and relaxing as she pulled her sunglasses down. "Of course, telling your parents that you're a lesbian was easy, but telling your parents that you're dating someone? Apparently, that's nigh impossible." She left and got ready, leaving to help her mom at the local bakery.
Meanwhile, Vanellope was playing video games nonstop, as was her habit if she's a little more than frustrated at something. "Alright, just spit it out. 'Rents, I'm dating a gal.'. Easy enough," the gamer gal assured herself. After dying for the gazillionth time, she gave up. "Gah, this is not happening! I'm so never gonna be able to tell Mom and Dad that I'm dating Galileo Academy's richest and most popular girl!"
"Tell who that you're dating Galileo Academy's richest and most popular girl?" asked Pizzella, sneaking up on Vanellope.
"Eek! Mom, ya scared me!" Vanellope laughed nervously. "You're such a dork sometimes. Haha."
Pizzella giggled, shaking her head a bit. "I know you get like that when you're nervous, Van. Now tell your old lady what's on your mind."
"Oh, I dunno..." Vanellope sighed. "To say that a lot of things are going through my mind is a huge understatement..."
"Well, I already figured you're dating someone. Who's the lucky gal? Is it who I think it is? Because judging by the choice of words you used, I think I might solve the puzzle," the older woman laughed casually. "Can I buy a T?"
"Sure thing, Mom," Vanellope paled. Suddenly, a whole 'nother wave of thoughts came into her head. How could she have figured it out so easily?
"Is her last name Muttonfudge?" Pizzella asked again. When Vanellope only nodded, she smirked. "Huh. Never woulda thought that you'd be dating the kid of my boss. I'll have you know that Taffyta's mom won't be so warm to ya. She's pretty high-strung, so you gotta give a good first impression. As far as I know, her pop's the same. Ooh, you have a doozy of a couple of parents to impress, kid. Eclaire and Cadbury have high-standards. But hey, no need to worry! Your dad and I got your back, Van."
The younger girl smiled, feeling a little bit more confident now. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best at pep talks!"
"No problemo. No daughter of mine isn't gonna go with a bit of an upper for her confidence!" Pizzella smiled.
Taffyta was helping around at the bakery a bit. Since it was Sunday, the bakery was closed, of course, but Eclaire considered the day as a break before things get crazy again.
"Ooh, I don't know. Does it look straight, Taffyta?" Eclaire asked, the two looking at one of the framed photos hanging on the wall.
Taffyta inhaled sharply, noticing that it was slightly off. "Nope... Just a tiny bit off."
Eclaire sighed a bit, rubbing her temples a bit. "I swear, these photos are a pain to adjust sometimes. Hold on." She grabbed a stool and went up to the photo, adjusting it slightly.
"A little more... And there! Perfect!" Taffyta called out. She went towards the photo and took a look at it; it was a younger Eclaire having a piggyback ride on her dad. "Ya know, Mom... You never did tell me about how your life in Paris was like."
"Oh, why would you know about that? Telling you about it isn't the same as actually going there and live there for most of your childhood," Eclaire shrugged, wiping down a countertop.
"Must have been a beautiful place, isn't it? Relaxing in a cozy little apartment balcony and getting a nice view of the Eiffel Tower... Especially at night, right?" the teen asked.
"Beautiful is a huge understatement, my daughter! If you thought pictures of the Tower were pretty, seeing it in person is much more spectacular!" the baker boasted. "In fact, your father and I went back to Paris for our honeymoon. Ah, we had the most romantic moonlit kiss!" the sappy romantic sighed.
"Say, speaking of romance..." Taffyta started slowly. "Have you, I dunno, dated anyone before Dad?"
"Well, I did almost touch a toe into lesbianism or, heaven forbid, bisexuality, but I was too scared to take the plunge. Why do you ask?"
"I'm gonna cut to the chase, okay? I'm dating Vanellope, so please don't kill me, but she's a really nice girl and..."
"Oh, joy," Eclaire said dryly, cracking a fake smile. "I'll have you know that Vanellope happens to be the daughter of one of my bakers. Pizzella Von Schweetz, to be more exact." Eclaire sighed, "So when do you plan to have her see us for dinner?"
"I could arrange it today if you want," Taffyta blurted out. The sooner she got this over with, the better.
"Very well. I suppose your father won't mind. Just make sure to tell him."
"Yeah! Don't worry, Mom. Don't worry at all."
A few hours later...
"You did what?" Vanellope asked incredulously, pacing back and forth phone as she gripped the phone. "Taffy, you just made me real nervous now! Mom told me that your parents have high expectations of me and the fact that I have to make a good impression on them is scary!"
"Okay, so that was a total blonde bitch move I made on ya. You can hate me later, but I know you'll turn around and forgive me. Besides, Mom and Dad will love you!" Taffyta assured her. "Just... Don't dress fancy, but don't dress like a slob, alright? Just be yourself. If they ask you what you wanna be when you're older, just go for whatever ya wanna be!"
Vanellope sighed, nodding. "Alright. Thanks, Taffy. See ya at dinner." She hung up and went into her closet, looking for a nice outfit for dinner. She found a nice teal dress with a strap going across the shoulder. It also had a nice silk brown sash at the midriff forming a bow at the back. "Sweet! Not my type of clothing, but I haven't ever worn this thing... Now to fix my hair up." After a good half hour of wrestling with the comb and taking out the candy-shaped barrettes, she looked ready to go!
"Well, look what we have here, K.C.! Our little girl's ready for her dinner date," Pizzella complimented.
"Mom! It's not a date! I'm just meeting her parents," Vanellope laughed. She hugged them and went out. Luckily for her, it wasn't very far. It was a ten-minute walk at worst.
Vanellope was pretty amazed at the place when she saw. She saw it once or twice before, but never took real notice of it. Just like the mansion, she's seen Tafftya's parents maybe three times, but that never really gave her a good idea on how they would be like until her mom told her.
"Alright, Van. You can do this. Just say hi," she told herself as she knocked on the door. She was surprised, though to see the ever-so-faithful housemaid Muffin. "Uh... Who are you, might I ask?" What a stupid question, she scolded herself. The resemblance to Candlehead was definitely clear, so it didn't take a Sherlock to figure out that Muffin was Candlehead's mom.
"Oh! You must be Vanellope! I'm Candlehead's mom. The family was waiting for you," Muffin smiled. "Come on in!"
"Heh. Thanks, Mrs. Fudgecake. You are very generous," Vanellope praised as she walked in.
"Vannie!" Taffyta called out from the second floor, smiling. "And looking pretty nice. Not too fancy, but not like you just woke up. Nice bow there." She ran down the stairs, happy to see her.
"Whoa! This is a pretty sick house, Taffy. Never knew this was your place," the dressed-up girl laughed.
"And this is the girl our daughter is dating," Cadbury called out from the living room. "Hmm... You look nice enough, I suppose. Beautiful dress, by the way. I assume you're here for dinner?"
"Yes, sir," Vanellope nodded, looking at the man. She's definitely gotten his hair and eyes, but has the face and complexion of her mom. "I believe you're her dad?"
"Indeed I am!" he confirmed, leading Vanellope to the dinner table. "So… To break the ice, tell me a little about yourself. Save the meat of it for my good lady and me."
"Well… My mom works for Mrs. Muttonfudge, apparently. But hey, being one of her bakers turns out to pay nicely from what I hear."
"Yes, well, I've heard plenty about you from your mother, Vanellope," Eclaire called out from the kitchen, carefully balancing a few plates like a waitress girl.
"Whoa! You got some sick balancing skills there, Mrs. Muttonfudge," Vanellope praised, smiling innocently. "So, uh… What's for dinner?"
"Luckily for you, you're just in time for something new. I just made ratatouille, so it's piping hot," Eclaire smiled as she slid the plates across the table. "Anyways, what are your hobbies?"
"Well, I play video games. I also rollerblade when it's warm enough. Oh, and I love, love, love watching car races. I love NASCAR, especially," Vanellope answered.
"Err, right… What do you wish to be when you're older?" Cadbury asked, giving Vanellope a curious look.
"Hmm… I'd really love to be a NASCAR racer. There's so few female drivers, ya know? Or maybe the President of the United States!" the girl eagerly replied. Taffyta smiled awkwardly at her parents, hoping they did indeed like her and that she didn't delude Vanellope.
"I'll have you know that becoming the President is such a high goal you've set yourself," Eclaire warned. "You have to know politics and the like. Believe me, my grandfather was part of the French Senate."
"You seem like you come from a respectable family. Both of ya, actually," the tomboy commented, forking a bit of the food into her mouth.
The two adults laughed, nodding a bit. Taffyta silently sighed in relief. They sorta like her, she thought. That's good, she told herself. "So…" she started off, a little nervously. "Vannie, how do you like the food?"
Vanellope looked up a bit and swallowed, smiling a bit. "Is that it? Just itty-bitty fancy restaurant portions? Come on, this is good stuff!"
"Well, to be honest, this isn't how ratatouille originally was. Really, this is just a more modern variation," Eclaire explained. "I'm glad you do like it, though."
"Huh. No wonder it looks like the stuff from that movie. Ya know, with the rat chef and the idiot who faked being a chef… Ratatouille! I kid ya not, that was the title of the movie."
"Back on topic! Vanellope, what sports do you do? Inquiring minds would love to know. And it'd be nice to learn what music you listen to," the platinum-blonde man continued.
The two girls looked at each other nervously, knowing that the older couple won't like the answers.
"Well… I do track and field, softball, some tennis, snowboarding in the winter…" Vanellope listed.
"Golf! She loves doing golf," Taffyta interjected in an attempt to save her before they reacted. She knew they expected some more relaxing sports or even some very girlish ones like figure skating, which she personally knew Vanellope would never partake in.
"...Yeah. Golf's in my blood," the tomboy added flatly, smiling awkwardly. "Anyways, I listen to hard rock with some metal in between. I mostly listen to J-pop and bizarrely obscure techno, though."
"Well, at least we have two girls that listen to J-pop," Eclaire sighed.
"Well, I gotta get going now. It was nice to meet ya two!" Vanellope stood up and left, giving her girlfriend a hug on the way out.
"Yes, yes. It was a pleasure to meet you, too," Cadbury called out. When she was out of earshot, the two adults sighed. "Excuse us for a bit, Taffyta darling. Your mother and I are going to discuss some things." And with that, they went up to their bedroom. Some indistinct chattering was clearly heard.
"We cannot let her date Vanellope," Eclaire quietly hissed. She shook her head, pacing a bit. "But we can't just break Taffyta's heart…"
"So she didn't meet our high expectations, but I feel that she'll be whipped into shape with our daughter's influence," Cadbury assured her, smiling proudly. "Why, I say, dear, that Vanellope will be a proper lady before they hit their college years!"
A/N: Sorry this took a little longer than expected. I sorta slacked off. Oops! Working on the other half of this one, which should be rather interesting.