Master of the Boot
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Master of the Boot- I blame the sopranos for giving me a love of flashbacks and dream sequences
This was money in the bank
Mia continues to feel like a real person. Like she's merely a part of this giant world and not the Centre of it
Flashbacks are pretty cool, and there will be WAY more.
I'm glad it was to your liking
And I'm glad she's such a dynamic character. She has her selfish and selfless moments, just like any other person.
Now to the story.
Thanks for the 540+ views too!
Mia stared at her closet.
There were dresses, suits, shirts, pants, the rare skirt, and armors.
And yet she really had nothing suitable to wear to the school function Sour cream had invited her to.
"Hello Yellow sunbeam." A woman's voice greeted from the doorway, looking around the dim gold room.
Jerked from her thoughts, Mia spun around and gaped at her. "Sandy? What on earth are you doing here?!"
"Well, a little bird told me you had a little problem involving a boy." Sandy stated brushing her frayed blonde hair back into it's bun.
"Pearl." Mia groaned, closing the door to her closet. "It's not a problem with a boy specifically, it's just, Sour cream invited me to this school dance and I have no Idea what to wear because I don't do fancy dress up things like that."
"Well fine, so it's not a boy problem, I will find you something to wear, you go get cleaned up because I can smell you from here." The far older blonde said, pretending to hold her nose.
The Diamond blonde stuck out her tongue toward the woman and walked towards her extraction chamber muttering. "I don't smell that bad...!"
Sandy clicked her tongue as she survived the clothing the girl had, most of the beautiful sets never getting worn.
She picked out a loose yellow sundress, with a white lace bodice and a blue belt, meeting in the middle with a pink diamond buckle.
She placed that on the back of the vanity chair and returned to the closet from which after she looked through decided on a black leather jacket with golden spikes and studs, and a bejeweled Diamond insignia on the back. Just the right amount of modern style, mixed with Mia's gem roots.
The diamond came out of the chamber, wearing only a towel around her waist and a tooth brush in her mouth, to which her stepmother looked away and hid her eyes.
"I thought you stopped running around shirtless ten years ago, Mia!"
"Nothing to show, nothing to really cover. I might as well be a dude considering I have gem-"
"I don't want to hear the rest of it! As far as I know, you are my very unique step-daughter, nothing more. Please just leave it at that." Sandy pleaded.
Mia chuckled, and shook her wet head, most of the water spraying off. One of the few people who she was related to and cared for her like this, and that she care for as well, was her step-mother and her half brothers.
In a flash of brilliant gold, Mia was in the dress, which added a strange sense of femininity to her. Wide gold eyes stared at the strangers reflection. "I look so weird."
"No, you look beautiful. And you'll look even better once I finish with your make up, if you'll let me that is." The over-worked beauty offered, holding a hair iron in one hand, and gesturing to the vanity with her other.
Almost like a child, the teenage, rough cut Diamond girl sat down and closed her eyes, a delicate smile teasing her lips. "Do your worst."
A chuckle escaped her stepmother and she set the iron down and picked up, instead a piano shaped music box and wound it up. With the little melody playing in the background, she the took up the discarded hair towel and set to drying the moist blonde.
She then picked up the rarely used hair brush and combed through the hair, gently singing along to the music box.
"Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt I can't deny... What happened to those wonderful adventures, all those places I had planned for us to go. well some of that we did but most we didn't and why I just don't know."
"You know I'm not four anymore and Abba and Mamma mia isn't that big of a thing for me now." Mia commented, remembering all the times Sandy had brushed her hair and sang Abba songs to her, or when they just sat and watched Mamma mia together, something the woman had introduced to the girl who quickly fell in love.
"And yet you kept my music box." The green eyed woman said, picking up the comb and iron, wrapping a few strands around and then letting them fall in golden spirals.
The blonde scoffed and continued to sit patiently, feeling a few more warm curls fall near her cheeks. She felt a few bobby pins scrap accidentally against her scalp and the comb rake through her air a few more times, occasionally scenting the lemon and ginger hair spray wafting through the air.
She then felt her stepmother dusting her closed eyes with eye shadow, and fixing mascara and eye liner, forming perfect lines to feather from her eyes. A dewy gloss then coating the teenagers lips in the paint.
"Done, now any boy or man who sees you is going to drop dead. If not then he's either happy with another woman or is just blind or plain dumb." Sandy said proudly, stepping back and folding her arms to survey her work.
Mia stared at her reflection in the illuminated mirror, gawking at her new façade. Eyes coated in a glittery golden powder, normally dry lips looking lush and plump, colored a deeper brown. Bits of hair framing her face in golden curls, the rest pinned up neatly behind her head.
Sandy slipped the jacket over her shoulders, making her boney frame a little tamer.
Golden eyes were wide, and almost on the verge of crying.
She knew she looked good normally, she looked very professional, and at least decent. Sometimes she would look threatening, or powerful. Bold and untouchable. But hardly ever did she look beautiful like this.
"Your mom would be so proud... I know I am." The emerald eyed blonde smiled, kissing the crown of the stunned teenager's head, an intimate gesture that only she was really allowed.
The gilded empress stood, and turned towards her step mother, face unreadable.
Her arms wrapped around the woman, who was only four inches taller than she, and hugged tightly, doing her best to keep the tears at bay.
Yes, there were few things that made the girl cry:
1: A moving message from her mother.
2: The ending to Mamma mia: here we go again where Donna has a duet with Sophie at the christening, there was just something that got her emotional.
3: If something happened to sever the ties between her and her brothers or if anything happened to them.
4: This very moment.
5: Probably Blue diamond.
Sandy smiled nd wrapped her arms around the girl, gently patting her back once the shock had worn off.
"You probably she get going, don't want to keep your date waiting." She wheezed, as the hug got a little too tight.
"He's not my date!" Mia spat, face bursting golden.
"Whatever you say, now get going." Sandy said, shaking her head chuckling.
"I-... Thank you Sandy, this- it means a lot to me." The Diamond added softly, before rushing out the door.
This was a REALLY BAD idea...
And Mia knew that now.
Unfamiliar teenagers bustling around her, mingling with each other.
Golden eyes darting around nervously, there was no sign of anyone she knew, and if she did know anyone, she couldn't recognize them within the sea of faces.
"BOO!" Lars shouted from behind her, making her jolt and spin around to face him, a bead of cold sweat persisting on her brow.
"If you were anyone else, you'd be dead Laramie!" She seethed, jabbing his chest with an ungloved finger.
"Yeah, yeah, you say that all the time and yet, here I am." He stated, shoving his hands in his black jean pockets.
"I thought you didn't go to these type of things, since you know, last time I asked you to that middle school dance you said you didn't get all girly. And until now, I thought you didn't. I mean the last time I saw you in a dress was like, my fourth birthday!" The auburn haired teen said, a little confused and slightly conflicted, if he knew she was going to come he would have asked her to come as his date.
"I didn't go to that middle school dance with you because A) Everyone still knew who I was and hated me. B) I didn't wear dresses like this back then because I looked dumb. What's your excuse for not wearing a tux anyways?" Mia fired back defensively, far more harshly than what she wanted, because a few strangers turned towards her.
"What this?" Lars gestured to his tuxedo printed tee-shirt. "This is as dressed up as I get, Mimi."
She sighed and repressed a chuckle, he'd never learn, would he?
They just kinda stood together near the doors, waiting for others.
"Is... is Sadie coming, as like your date?" She finally asked, it was kinda stupid, she knew they liked each other but it was a hidden attraction.
"Huh?! Are you crazy? No way! She might be my player 2, but we're just friends jeez!" He snapped, his blush betraying him.
To that, she snorted, folding her arms as the music and chatter continued on in the background.
"You haven't really moved from here so whose your date?" He asked, brown eyes darting to catch her pyrite ones.
"Sour cream invited me. But he's not my date. I don't know why everyone keeps thinking that." She huffed, glaring towards him.
Lars and Mia stood together, it was a comfortable silence, and waited.
When Sour cream finally showed up, he looked a little downtrodden, and cross.
His blue eyes shot up when he caught sight of the golden girl he had invited standing next to Lars. Bubbling anger quickly dissipated, she didn't come with another guy, Lars and her were just friends, and she hadn't just blown him off either, which was a great relief.
"Hey Mia, cool threads." He commented, making his way over to her, mentally facepalming at how dumb that must sound to a girl like her.
"Heh, thanks." She chuckled, glancing down, a tint of golden crawling up her neck.
"Wow! Sour cream, dude! You didn't tell us your date was going to be Mia, or that she would've looked so hot!" Jenny smiled.
"Yeah man, your girl is lookin dope." Buck said, giving his blonde haired friend a thumbs up.
"I'm not anyone's girl." Mia growled, firing daggers at the two to even insinuate such a thing. She might have like Sour cream, but she was torn between him and Lars, and Ronaldo.
"Ok, ok. No need to get bity." Jenny said nervously, putting her hands up.
The blonde huffed and closed her eyes, there was no need to be so rude towards them, they were friends of Sour cream's and she had promised herself to be tolerable, even if everyone insinuating that she was dating was making that increasingly hard.
Most of the night went off without a hitch, although Mia fervently passed up any and all slow dances.
But as the night drug on and kids started going home, Jenny insisted that they come with her.
Lars, Mia and Buck sat in the back seat of the Pizza car, While Jenny and Sour cream sat up front.
"Just where are we going exactly?" The blonde asked gruffly, hugging her leather coat tighter to her sides, her hair blowing behind her in a trail of brilliant golden light.
"You'll see!" Jenny laughed.
"Yeah, dudet, it's going to be totally awesome." The boy who always wore sunglasses added, relaxing into his seat.
As they drove further on, Lars began to recognize where they were going, as he remembered driving up this hill with Steven when they had a nasty run in with that crazy moss.
But for the Diamond daughter, she felt a little lost and Alone. She knew these people yes, but she had no idea of what to really say, or what to do, or how to act. Maybe it wasn't good that she sealed herself off from others, and focused solely on her lessons of Gem study.
She was not sociable. She was what could be considered a hermit, and it was all her own doing. Mentally she slammed her forehead, for how could she be so stupid, yet so dumb? So blind to the possibility's?
No, no. She reprimanded herself, She was a Diamond, she didn't need friends, it was a want, not a need, she needed servants, allies. Not friends. By being here she was jeopardizing her ability to run her colonies, she was making herself soft, and Diamonds were hard. Cold. Loners.
The slamming car doors shook her from her brooding thoughts and she looked around, seeing almost everyone moving towards the ledge, except Sour cream, who, like a gentle man, offered her a hand out.
A heavy sigh passed through her nostrils and she let a small smile creep onto her face.
She was a Diamond; True.
But she was also a Human, and humans were social creatures.
So maybe she could allow herself this indulgence. And she was glad she did.
The view from the cliff was amazing. You could see everything.
Her ship, the temple, the big doughnut, the boardwalk, even the dimming faint lights of the homes of people who lived there, some probably waiting up for their children to come home.
"It's so..." Mia began, unable to find the words to describe this beautiful place she called home.
Vast oceans. Winding rivers. Mirror lakes. Icy mountain tops. Low valleys. Lush grassy plains. Desserts. Canyons. Volcanos. Forests. All of it was the planet she called home.
This was her world, and because of her foolish pride she had jeopardized its safety.
She wouldn't let anything happen to it, to this she swore, not only for herself, but for her mother, for pink diamond, for all her friends and family.
"...perfect..."
Well, we see that Mia is still growing and changing. She has friends, and crushes.
Let's see, what do you think is a better ship?
A) Mars -Mia x Lars
B) Mia cream -Mia x Sour cream
Or C) Ronaldiamond -Ronaldo x Mia
If you have a better name for them let them rip, if future chapters I will try to cement these relationships.
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