After Remy came back to the school the next day, she told her favorite teachers that she was going to apply to school to become what they were. She received happy hugs in return and they told her that McBride had been getting on them to find a third teacher because, for some odd reason, the performing arts classes were at an all time high in students wanting to get in. So, they decided that they would tell him that they found one but she graduates in four years.
She painted the sets, and had no choice but to watch the oh-so-secret relationship of Ericka and Elise grow.
One day, a while later, near the end of Remy's painting sessions, Ericka and Elise were sitting on the stage. Elise had her legs spread and Ericka was sitting in the space between them. Ericka had Elise's hand in hers and they were playing that sense of feel game. That one, when one person closes their eyes and gives their arm to the other, and the other slowly moves their fingers from the wrist to the bend of the arm. The one who's arm is being touched has to guess when the fingers hit the bend. Ericka got to the bend and Elise said, "Stop!"
Ericka looked up at her in amazement, then gave a skeptical look, "You were peeking!" She said excitedly but with a tone that said it wasn't allowed.
Elise gasped, faux-innocently, "Would I do that?" She had a grin on her face.
"Yes." Ericka stood on her knees and took Elise's face in her hands.
"Only cause I like to win…" Elise admitted her worst fault as she wrapped her arms around the blonde girl's butt, pulling her close so that he hands actually stretched for the opposite hip to rest on.
"Yes you do…sometimes that's a good thing…" Ericka spoke softly as she leaned down.
"Sometimes it gets me you…and that's a very good thing." Elise said just as softly.
"You think so?" They were very, very close to kissing.
"I know so." Elise breathed out. They kissed softly and pulled away, then Elise looked over to Remy, "Hey Thirteen?" She asked as Ericka stood up fully, waiting for Elise to pop up before they walked over to the older brunette.
"Yes?" Remy unplugged herself from her iPod.
"How did you guys come out to the world?" She asked.
Remy laughed, "Are you not watching the show?"
"Yes, but you haven't even considered coming out yet…how did you do it?" Elise asked again.
"Well…it was the last day of the play." Remy grabbed a close chair and sat down, looking at the two young women holding hands. "I was asked to play during the after party, and I was only gonna play a little before me and Al went back to my cottage like home and go to bed because we were exhausted..I mean, it was Rent and we were Maureen and Joanne.." They both looked at her amazed, "I know..we got to kiss on stage…AWESOME!" The she continued, "So..I was playing and looking at her the whole time, when House came up to her, hit on her, she rejected him and he walked away…" She flared her nose, "But then Stacy walked up to her…so I jumped off stage and ran over to them…and Al had slapped her, but Stacy had slapped her back and was going in for a punch…I tackled her, we had our little chick fight. House pulled me off of Stacy and then we fought; somehow I got on top, then I was pulled off…then Allison took me home, cleaned me up, and we had a trial as to who would serve what kind of detention, suspension, expulsion and why…and when we were allowed back in, we were out…" She shrugged.
"Was that the plan?" Ericka asked.
"Oh, God no…Allison was going to tell the people closest to her, then we were going to try to be subtle about it…but that didn't happen cause of Bitchface McGee."
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As time went on and Remy started going to classes, she tried to come back to the school she wanted to teach at as much as she could. She hung out with the Dramatics and jammed with the jazz band that played the musicals for them. But she also wanted to graduate..so she studied hard, like her girlfriend, but kept her night job, leaving the day time for her own schooling and homework.
She still kept in touch with her and Al's 'mini-me's and they were actually doing pretty well…they had a very passionate relationship, the two youngest ones...even more than Remy and Al…and they thought that was rather impressive. One day they could be in love and happy and one day, Ericka could be packing Elise's bags, or making her sleep on their couch…but in the last year or so, they had really mellowed and matured.
Now, Remy was graduating in the spring and would have her job at her Alma Mater…and she was sitting in a coffee shop reminiscing about the past ten years with her friends that were still her friends, and her girlfriend that was still her girlfriend.
It was an all at once moment that everyone checked their watches or phones or some sort of electronic device.
"Oh shit! I gotta go." Foreman didn't even say goodbye as he bolted for the door.
Amber was the next to get out of the coffee shop to get back to work from her two hour brunch break. House followed..he had been taking a break from a case, but really needed to get back to it. Lisa was the next to leave…the Jennifer Morrison/Olivia Wilde shoot was not going to happen (right) without her, and she really needed to get on Megan Mullally.
Wilson, Allison and Remy were the only ones left. "Well we sure know how to clear a room." Wilson said as he stretched.
"Yes…we also know how to garner people's attention, but we've already done that once or twice, I don't think we need to do it again." Remy said with an undertone that alluded to Allison and her macking.
Wilson chuckled, "Alright, I'll see you guys later." He waved as he walked out.
Allison and Remy looked at each other, "Time to go?" Remy asked as they stood up.
"Uh huh." Allison nodded as she walked into Remy's embrace and wrapped her arms around her neck then pecked her lips.
"Hey." Remy said after they stared into each other's eyes for a moment.
"Hi…" Allison knit her brows.
"Thank you for uh…bringing Honey back this morning…" Remy smirked, pulling her as close as possible.
"Did you like her?" She asked as she cocked her head to the side.
"Oh, Honey!" Remy said in an, 'Oh please, of course I did' tone.
Allison grinned as she ran her fingers through Remy's grown out, long hair, "Let's go back home…maybe she'll make a reappearance."
"Ooh!" Remy nuzzled her before releasing her, "Babe…you know exactly what to say and do to make me all gooey for you."
"Oh, I have a poet for a girlfriend: do, goo, you…" Allison smirked as they started to walk towards the exit.
Just then they both stopped and looked at the entrance.
"Charlie." Remy's eyes had squinted and her voice had dropped so low that Allison almost couldn't hear her.
"Let's just go out the other exit…" Allison wanted to avoid the whole thing, but Charlie already saw her.
"Hey Allison." She said as he came over to them, "How have you been? I've missed you…" He acted like nothing had ever happened between them. Then he looked Remy, "Oh, hey, I didn't see you there. How are you…I'm sorry I forgot your name."
"Yeah, it's Remy, dick." She gave him a fake smile.
"Actually my name is Charlie." He said politely, which pissed not just Remy, but Allison off too.
"Yeah, I'm gonna call you Dick." Remy said in much the same way Lizzy Caplan spoke to Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls.
Charlie knit his brows, "I'm sorry did I do something to offend you?" He asked.
"You fucked my girlfriend and fucked up my life." Remy said…if she were a man, this would be the part where she'd puff out her chest and get all up in his face…but since she was a woman, she just got all up in his face. "And I don't appreciate you coming in on your high horse all holier than thou, acting as if nothing has happened between you and her or me and you. So do me a favor and never talk to me or my girlfriend again."
Charlie dropped the act, "You know why she came to me? Because women need men. You all can't survive without us."
"We survive just fine without men, thank you very much, Charlie." Allison stepped into the argument. "And you want to know something else. The only reason I went to you was because I didn't have her and you were the first person to show interest in me…person. I would have gone with anyone man or woman, you were just the most convenient…but completely unsatisfactory. So, despite what you think…no we don't need a man. Not every woman needs a man."
"You think so? What about when you decide you want kids? What are you going to use then? I know you. Of all people, Little Miss Fucking Sunshine, will want to be pregnant…"
"Ha!" Remy started, "Shows what you know! We're not going to have kids! I'm fucking dying! And if we do decide to, we'll adopt!"
"We're all dying." Charlie gave her a lame look, thinking that was the context she meant.
"I'm dying of a disease you dipshit! Good thing I'm gonna have my own doctor soon, I would hate to have to go to you." Remy spat.
"Maybe you should come to me, I could probably speed that dying process along." Charlie said.
"Go fuck yourself!" Remy said heatedly before walking away.
"You could probably speed the process along?" Allison gave him a look that would have killed him dead if it were some kind of weapon. "I loathe you. It's men like you that make me sick. I cannot believe I ever gave you my body." She shook her head and started to walk away then turned around and stared at him, "I should report you for threatening to euthanize." And with that she gave a fake smile that told him she was going to do it and walked away.
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The six months passed with ease…they hadn't heard from Charlie since that day, and Allison decided not to torture him by ending his career…she never told Remy what she said to him, but she had considered her words to him on more than one occasion. But…as she already decided, she couldn't do anything about it now, and honestly didn't care to.
She had heard from a friend that he had graduated and went to some hospital in a different state…she thanked the lord and moved on.
Everyone had agreed to come to Lisa's, spend the night, and the day together before going to the reunion.
Allison and Remy were the last to arrive, as they moseyed up to the door and rang the bell. Remy was wearing her aviators, leather jacket that stopped at her elbows, a green t shirt that had a Pegasus flying and a unicorn gazing after it with a thought bubble that read, 'Lucky!', jeans and a pair of ever famous converse. She had on a hanger, what Cuddy assumed was both their outfits for the next day thrown over her shoulder. Allison was in a pair of daisy dukes and a neon purple v-neck t shirt that was pretty thin and showcased her black bra…obviously she and Remy had just come from somewhere and she had been dressed for the brunette. She was also wearing a pair of her converse that matched her shirt. The blonde was leaning into the brunette and had her huge ass purse that they really used for and over-night bag on her shoulder. Remy was leaning against the frame, and despite not being able to see her eyes, Cuddy could tell just how unimpressed she was.
Allison had just pecked Remy's cheek as Cuddy answered the door, "Why are you wearing sunglasses? The sun has set."
The brunette ignored her question, "Cuddy!" Remy said in mock excitement.
"Hey guys, you're the last ones here…what took you so long?" Cuddy asked.
"Date night." They both said at the same time.
Cuddy knit her brows wanting an elaboration; this made Remy roll hers, "We went mini-golfing and walked the beach for a bit before we realized the time…"
"Uh huh, and you were wearing one of your many sexy-time shirts to do this?" Cuddy turned to Allison as Remy went down the hall to their usual guest bedroom…this was not the first time they had an adult sleep-over…unfortunately—well, it really depends on how you look at it to decide if it is unfortunate or not.
"Lisa!" Allison hit her arm, "Shut up!" She gestured to Remy.
"What? Like she doesn't know it's a 'sexy-time shirt', Sweetie those are your words not mine…" They stared at each other for a moment, "Oh..she doesn't know. She really doesn't know that you buy shirts that are totally skanky and then you wear them when you want some? Really?" Then her expression changed, "Oh! You haven't gotten any have you…now you guys are going to do it in one of my beds." She had a displeased look.
"Well, that all just depends…." Allison gave her a, 'haha, I'm gonna fuck in your house' look as she sauntered off to find Remy.
Remy was in the kitchen, she had just grabbed a ship with salsa when Allison entered and sauntered that same saunter to her. Remy crunched quickly to get the food down her gullet, then kissed Allison's temple, "You have 'sexy-time shirts'?" She asked as she looked down the V to Allison's black bra, obviously not caring that her girlfriend knew she was ogling her.
"Is that a bad thing?" She asked as she tried to subtly perk her chest up to give Remy a better view.
"No…I wish you had told me, cause I would be happy to sexy-time you whenever..you know that." Remy's mouth watered and it wasn't from the salted chip or the salsa.
"Okay, okay! What's going on? Why are you too oh so very horny tonight?" Foreman interrupted them.
"We're not horny." Allison looked at him.
He raised his brows, unimpressed, "You're wearing one of your sexy-time shirts…"
Remy opened her mouth and began silently laughing. She had a completely giddy face. Allison was not too thrilled of what just came out of Foreman's mouth…but she couldn't say she wasn't because she had bought this with him—he was really bored one day and consented to a shopping spree because…well…because he was bored… She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing clever came to mind so she went with a real original phrase, "Shut up!"
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The next morning…well afternoon—they had stayed up talking and watching movies and playing games until the wee hours of the morning— Allison, Amber, and Lisa were all up and decided to make breakfast…mainly because the night before they agreed that the first two or three people to get up would do the cooking.
Remy was the fourth one awake…or at least the fourth to make her presence known. She came into the kitchen, smelling bacon and pancakes, stretching and yawing the whole way.
"Rise and shine." Amber said as she shut the refrigerator from grabbing milk and juice.
"Fuck." Remy said as she tried to pop her back but failed. She lay down on the tile and twisted herself until she finally got it, "Morning." She greeted Amber finally. "What time is it?" She asked thoroughly confused.
"Mid afternoon…we have about three hours before we need to leave." Lisa said looking up at Remy from putting the bacon and sausage on a plate.
"Fuck…." Remy looked at her girlfriend's ass as she stood in front of the stove and flipped the pancakes.
Amber hit her arm and playfully said, "Don't do that. That is naughty." She shook her finger at Remy.
"What? I can't ogle?" Remy asked. Amber shook her head flaring her nostrils and handed her some juice.
"Who can't she ogle?" Allison asked as she turned around from the stove after she turned it off.
"You." Amber said plainly as the blonde came to the table and set the pancakes down. She was getting ready to speak as she finished pulling up her hair, but was interrupted by Amber, "Oh….Holy Fuckin' God!" She dropped her jaw as she stared at Allison.
Remy started guffawing and got out of her chair to head towards the exit for a quick get away if she needed.
Allison looked at Amber bewildered, "What?"
"What?...WHAT? Holy shit!" She was laughing a little, but knew once Allison found out what was happening, she was gonna have to go into 'OMG that is so distasteful' mode.
"What? What's wrong?" When Amber would do was stare, she turned to Lisa, "What is it?" Lisa looked up and snorted then began laughing..she had to turn away to collect herself. "WHAT?" She didn't know what was on her and she was starting to freak out.
"Al…did you get that lovin' you were after last night?" Amber asked.
"That's none of your business…" She looked skeptically over to Thirteen.
Just as she did this, the boys came in all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the just woke up kind of sense. House took one look at Cameron and said, "Jesus Cameron, can you at least have the courtesy to try and cover up the huge-ass love bites that Thirteen gives you? Not everyone in the room wants to know what you guys did last night…and I'm speaking for everyone besides me when I say that."
Allison blinked slowly and she looked from House to Thirteen, "A lo—a love bite?" She had fury in her eyes…this was Thirteen's cue to leave. She saluted her lady love and bolted down the hall.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Allison screamed as she darted after her. She entered their room…everyone had their own room at Lisa's house…and she glared at Thirteen who was hiding under the covers. She walked passed the bed and straight for the adjoining bathroom to House's room. She looked in the mirror to see that it was indeed as big as she thought…three of her fingers in diameter and as dark as a reddened bruise. She came back to their room and dug in her purse for some cover up.
Remy had braved coming out at this moment. Allison ignored her completely, so she followed her to the bathroom. She stared at her as she began working to blend her make-up into her skin to rid the appearance of the love bite. "Babe?" Allison didn't answer. Remy looked down, knowing she was being punished, then back up at her into the mirror, "Baby." She took a step forward.
"No. Don't." Allison stiffened and waited for Remy to back off. Once that happened, she continued on.
"So, you're just not gonna talk? Really?" Remy looked at her.
Remy barely finished her sentence when Allison spun on her toes to face the brunette, "I can't believe you did this to me! I can't believe you did this the night before a dress up event! I don't care that 'it's just a fucking reunion!'" She lowered her voice to show that she was pantomiming Remy, "I wanted to go, and I've wanted to go for the last six months!"
"I know. I-"
"You do know!" Allison said, "And you know me and public situations and my appearance! So you decided to give me the biggest fucking hickey you've ever given me the night before a fucking even that will have almost everyone from our past?" She tried to walk away from her, but Remy would let her. "No fuck you! This isn't going to be worked out and forgiven because you take me in you arms and you kiss me." She tried to move passed Remy's arm as she blocked the doorway to their bedroom.
She tried a couple more times, and as this happened, Remy's body moved behind her and she enveloped her in a hug, "Are you sure it's not?" Remy had a cocky tone of voice.
"Yes I'm sure, now let me go, I fucking hate you right now." Allison said.
Remy let her go immediately and Allison walked over to the bed. She looked up at the brunette to see why she had given up, then replayed her words.
"No you don't." Remy said sounding small.
Allison huffed out a sigh and sat on the bed, spreading her legs, an automatic gesture for her to come to her, "No I don't."
Remy walked over to her and pushed her fully on the bed, getting on top of her before she let the blonde's limbs wrap around her, "You love me."
"I do love you." Allison affirmed.
"And I love you." Remy looked into her eyes.
"And you love me." Allison nodded.
"And you're not mad at me…just a little flusterated." Remy looked at her hopefully.
Allison smirked, and nodded at Remy's words, "I'm just a little flusterated."
Flusterated was a word..well not a word, but a combination of two words that Remy began using whenever they would have their little fights. She would say that Allison was just flusterated when the blonde woman was frustrated and flustered…which often times is exactly how Al felt when they fought.
They came down after Allison got her neck covered and joined the party…i.e. breakfast. And two and a half hours later, Allison was doing her hair and making extra sure that you couldn't see the hickey when Remy came into the room…all ready to whine like a teenager or even a child.
"Baaaaaabe! I don't wanna go…do I have to wear this tie and shirt? It's the exact color of your dress…it's a little too prom-y…" She was looking at her outfit all laid out for her on the bed. "Maybe I should go home and grab my black shirt and silver tie one or just go home."
"You're really gonna pull this tantrum thing after what you did to my neck last night? You're really doing this? Really?" Allison walked half naked into the bedroom and took the same stance as Remy as they looked at her clothes.
"I'll go get ready." She turned and went to the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. She pulled her hair back into a stylish, messy ponytail with her sweep bangs swept to the appropriate sides, much like Jen Aniston pulls off every so often, and lined her eyes in a way that made them pop like her lady liked.
She came back to find Allison sitting, waiting to ask her to zip up her dress. Allison was wearing extra-ly strappy black heals and a little form-fitting red dress…Remy loved it when she wore red…hot damn she was sexy as hell when she wore red. She had her long locks down and curled, and she honest to go looked like an angel…wearing red. Remy gestured for her to stand, but Allison shook her head and indicated for her to finish getting ready. The brunette wore a red button up with a black tie, black vest, black slacks, and red cons. She turned to the blonde again who stood up and let her zip her dress.
They made their way downstairs as the guys were standing around, of course already dress, waiting on everyone else.
"Awwwe, isn't that just precious! We're going to prom guys!" Wilson said smirking.
Remy was getting ready to retort when Amber came down from their room, "Here Baby, here's you're tie…I don't understand how you cannot tie ties.." She took the tie off her neck and gave it to him…it was a brown tie and she was wearing a brown dress.
"I'm sorry, why were you just making fun of me?" Remy had a cocky smile on her face.
"Shut up." Wilson mumbled as he popped his collar up and put on his tie.
AN:….Okay, I know that this one is a little random and jumps, but that's because it was supposed to be two different chapters, I just bunched it into one big one….So, I apologize for telling you wrong whoever I told there was going to be 12 maybe 13 chapters…there's only going to be 11…that's right…the next chapter is the last one…