FIC And Her Name Was…The Breakup PG/TEEN
Title: And her name was…The Breakup PG/TEEN
Author: astabasta
Rating: PG/TEEN
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ashley
Summary: Is this the end? Author's note: I just recently saw the episode "First Time" (yes I'm a little late) where Ashley does a monologue about her first time with a girl. So of course my imagination ran wild with the idea of creating what Ashley's first time(s) was/were like. This series develops a fictitious character out of the girl whose name Ashley mentions in the episode.
Spoilers/Warnings: None
The Breakup
For the rest of the late, lazy afternoon, Ashley suns herself on the beach listening to her iPod playlist. When she rolls over to sun her back, she is reminded of the bruises along her inner thighs that tease her with a gentle sting. She noticed the purple marks when she put on her bikini bottoms. I'm a marked woman, she amused.
Her cell phone rings and she answers it without looking at the display, "What."
"You fucking lied to me."
"Who is this?" Ashley sits up startled.
"Where's your wallet Ashley?" Maggie yells from the other end. "Where's your wallet?"
Ashley frantically fumbles around in her beach bag, looks under her towel, and digs her fingers in the sand. She vaguely recalls seeing the black leather wallet when she loaded - or was it when she unloaded ? - the Joan Baez albums from her car. She cannot remember. She must have driven home from Maggie's early this afternoon, then to the beach, later that day, without it, without her license.
My license. Oh shit!
"When were you going to tell me, Ashley?" Maggie continues. "When they arrested me for statutory rape?"
"You would never have taken me to your place that night if I told you the truth," Ashley defends.
"You're damn right."
"Then none of this would have happened."
"Ya, and I wouldn't be here stressing about whether I'm going to serve time for sleeping with a minor."
"Nobody knows about us."
"I don't know that Ashley. Am I supposed to believe you now?" Maggie snaps. "I don't know you."
A chasm of pain sears through Ashley's chest.
"Anything could have gone wrong," Maggie continues, "You could have turned on me."
"I'd never do that to you," Ashley pleads, "I need you too much to ever want this to end."
Silence fills the space made by Ashley's weighty admission.
"Do you regret everything that we did?" Ashley asks.
Maggie pauses long enough to remember what happened earlier that morning, and what happened almost a month ago, and the time before that.
"No. Of course not," Maggie sighs heavily. "It was beautiful, it was amazing, it was..."
Maggie looks in her hand at the DOB Ashley's driver license, "It was completely illegal. Oh my god, you just turned 16 a couple of months ago! I can't see you anymore."
"Maggie, don't."
"I'll UPS your stuff to you or leave it for you at the club. You could pick it up there."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because what we did - what I did -was wrong!" Maggie says in exasperated disbelief. "I've been doing the door at Grey for over a year, I know every trick in the book. I know what a 16 year old looks like. How did you get under my radar?"
"I got under your skin," Ashley says slyly. "Okay so now you know the deal; I'm 16, I'm in high school, and I still live at home with my mom. There! All the cards are on the table. No one needs to know."
"For me, that's not the point," Maggie contemplates. "It's just wrong."
"But -"
"Ashley, I have a sister your age. You could be one of her friends. But obviously, you look nothing like they do or else I would have known you were lying."
"I don't want this to end...not like this," Ashley pleads.
"This? What we do? I mean, what we did? It might be you for now but it may not be you forever. You're still a kid -"
"Don't rub it in."
"There's still some innocence left in you."
"Give me a break," Ashley snaps. "I get it, I'm way younger than you are. So spare me the 'older/wiser' crap."
"You know, behind that bitch face you walk around with sometimes, you're actually very sweet. You're so vulnerable. You'll make an amazing girlfriend one day. Just not mine...definitely not mine."
"Spare me," Ashley says sarcastically.
"The next person you meet, the one you fall in love with, look for the one whose eyes are as innocent as yours. She'll be the one."
"She? I'm not even that way."
"Don't close your mind to being 'that way'," Maggie says. "You may let a good one get away."
"I feel like I already have," Ashley says to herself.
-THE END-
