Ok, so Last chapter I asked you all which was a better ship and you guys answer Mia cream, which is basically my OTP for this AU, BUT! There is a but here, sort of a quid pro quo. Mia is half immortal because of her gemnetics if you will, so with that being said, Yes she loves Sour cream and I will TOTALLY develop on that ship, BUT There is another Crush that once she is WAAAAAAAY older will be a more forever thing, I want you guys to take a good guess as to what that is.
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ChiyukiLuvs2Glomp -This story has great potential and I'm looking forward to future updates! I'm shipping that Mia Cream! XD
I'm glad people think this has great potential, it really is a confidence booster for me! Because if no one likes the story then its like... If I don't like the story then, what's the point? It just kinda dies out like a star.
And trust me, this chapter will be FILLED with Mia Cream stuff! Like a cannoli! (Cream filled pastry. Or what ever you prefer it to be)
Also! You know how in the last chapter I mentioned Mia being four a lot? Well get ready! FLASHBACK SEQUENCE!
Also as I mentioned her liking Mamma Mia! last chapter, well that a little self basing, I LOVE Mamma Mia 1 and 2! And yes, the end to Mamma mia here we go again made me cry, you guys will just have to look up the video of the christening! It's really sad! You will cry!
Now, enough jibber jabber, you all came here to read the story not my memoire!
Mia sat in the back of Sandy's car, idly kicking her feet and staring out the window.
Her step mother's green eyes glanced back to the girl's frame, who seemed distracted and worried all at once.
She clicked on the CD player, which began playing Dancing Queen, a personal favorite of her own and her step daughter's. Golden eyes shot forwards to look at her own in the mirror in shock, but her pursed lips never inched upwards in even a fraction of a smile.
She was the most serious four-year-old Sandy had ever met!
The car pulled to a stop outside the park, and patiently Mia waited for her door to be opened.
"Are you excited?" The much older blonde asked, bending down to the child's height to fix her Blue overall strap -which looked exceedingly cute with her messy short braid and loose white cotton shirt and yellow moccasins, she had insisted on looking like Donna from the musical- and tuck a stray piece of blonde behind her small fawn ear.
"No." The daughter of Yellow Diamond answered simply, looking down and twisting her toe into the sidewalk.
"Well why not?" Dark eyebrows raised, and became hidden behind tousled bangs.
"People think I'm weird..." Small hands wrapped around the young frame and hugged herself tight, insecurity bubbling.
"You're not weird, you are unique, and anybody who says otherwise is weird!" Sandy said, sticking her tongue out and turning her nose up.
"Daddy thinks I'm weird though..." She whispered, glancing up to catch emerald with golden.
"Well, your dad can be weird sometimes... He just-" Sandy tried to offer, but Mia shook her head.
"You don't have to defend him, it's ok, I'm used to it I guess..."
The older woman really, really wanted to wrap the girl in a hug, but she knew that might put her back a few steps. No child should ever here from their parent that they were weird, and she would chew Alexander out later that night.
"Well, at least try and make some friends, for me ok?" She offered, standing up and offering the golden girl a hand.
Tiny tan fingers laced in the gentle peach and she let her stepmother lead her towards a group of kids.
"I'll try... But if anyone calls me weird I wanna go home." Mia agreed, stating her terms of doing so.
Sandy nodded, and urged the girl towards other's of similar age. For a moment she hesitated, fingers dancing over her mother's gem stone. She could do this, there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of, and yet, she stood, unmoving, like a marble statue.
She watched a boy with spikey icy blonde hair play basket ball by himself. She was half transfixed by him, his pale blue eyes, his pale skin, his orange shorts and blue sneakers, plain tee shirt, there was just something.
He jumped up and made a shot for the hoop, but it overshot and rolled to a stop at her feet, shaking her from her trance.
"Hey! Bring the ball back you can play!" The boy shouted, waving her over with an arm.
She blinked wide pyrite eyes and looked down at the orange sphere, and up to the patiently waiting boy, again and again. Finally she swallowed, and picked up the ball and made her way towards the boy.
Mia reached her arms towards him, eyes averted and voice low. "I dunno how to play..."
Gratefully he took the ball and gave her a large toothy grin. "That's ok! I can teach you! Mr. universe taught me how to play a while ago and now I play it on my own! By the way, I'm Sour Cream." He adjusted the ball under one arm and reached his hand out in a hand shake, eyes glimmering hopefully.
The girl snorted and tried to hold back a giggle, she didn't want to be rude since he was being nice. "I'm Mia." Firmly, but not too much so as she knew she was stronger than what she thought, she took his hand and shook it.
"First, you gotta bounce the ball, or dribble it." Sour cream said, leading her to the middle of the kids court and demonstrating for her, then passing her the ball.
She nodded, and made an attempt towards the new skill. It took a few tries but after the fifth try she could dribble it from hand to hand, and in one hand, without missing a beat.
"Nice! Now to score points, you've gotta throw the ball like this!" He added, waiting until she had bounced the toy his way before attempting a misaligned free-throw.
It bounced off the head board and dribbled to a stop at their feet. "But uh, normally it goes in the basket..." The blue eyed boy added sheepishly, his cheeks darkening in embarrassment.
Mia made an attempt, dribbling the ball, then taking a shot towards the hoop, which missed by a good fraction.
On and on, her and Sour cream played, each attempting to better their own game, Sandy watching from a distant bench as she saw this reserved girl work her way out of her shell.
After both had finally managed to sink some baskets, the boy decided to up the ante. "Hey, do you wanna play a little one on one?"
Gold brows furrowed, and she gazed up at the slightly taller boy, eyes questioning. "How?"
"Well, I gotta stop you from getting the ball into that hoop, and you gotta stop me from getting it into this hoop, by knocking the ball out of the air when I shoot it. So, what do ya say? Best out of three?" His eyes like ice glimmered with hope, mouth twitching upwards in a smile as the girl mulled it over.
"What's the winner get?" Mia asked, setting her hands on her hips. Everything had a catch, you can't get something for nothing, as her Pearl had said.
"Well... My mom has juice boxes and cheese sticks... Um winner gets first pick?" Sour cream shrugged, unsure what could be offered a prize.
"Nah, how about... Winner gets a... hmm..." She paused in thought, looking around to try and find something to use as a prize, her eyes finally resting upon a Blue feather, which she ran over and held up triumphantly. "This! This is like the trophy!"
He smiled and nodded, standing on his half of the court and waiting for her to get into position.
The first basket was scored by Sour cream, then by Mia, and the winning shot was interrupted by the blonde boy's mother calling his name.
"Aww mom! Can Mia and I have a few more minutes! We're about to see who will win the champion ship!" He whined, looking pleadingly towards her.
"Alright, fine, but only a few more minutes and then we gotta head home, unless you want cold mashed potatoes with canned corn." She said, turning to finish packing up her things.
"YES!" Both children smiled, returning to their heated game.
Mia continued to dribble the ball, running towards her new friend, she jumped up, and fired. Sour cream being a little taller than she was able to intercept the ball, and get it to her side of the court, and dunk it.
"Awww, no fair! You've got more practice and you're taller!" Mia protested, gently punching his chest.
"I bet you'll beat me next time! See you next time I guess!" He smiled, gently waving to her before running towards his mother to give her the highlights of the game.
A chill slowly settled on the girl, and the faint glowing of her gem ceased, her smile slowly fading and shoulders dropping. Her amber eyes loosing a bit of their sparkle. It was nice having a friend, but now they were gone.
She stared at to the direction he had left in, and then finally she bowed her head and sulked towards her step mother.
"Hey, everything ok? It looked like you were having a pretty good time out there." Sandy offered a smile, but a smile wasn't retuned.
"I wanna go home..." She whispered, staring at the ground.
The older blonde sighed, and nodded. "Ok..."
Every week the two children would meet at the park for a match of basket ball, sometimes a candy would be brought as a trophy, other times it was a unique rock, and a few times they made a trophy.
Mia cherished these times, always arriving delighted, and leaving downcast, for their time together was over, but she remained hopeful for the next week.
Sometimes, the two children called the other during the rest of the week, which always brightened the Diamond's normally drab days. More often than not they would plan out their next game, or discuss a tv show they liked, maybe the strangest thing they had eaten, or the best. They were children so their conversations were enthusiastic and ever changing.
But after a lot of time, and planning from their mother's parts a sleepover was planned to take place at Sour cream's home, which had the Pyrite princess ecstatic, but exceedingly nervous.
When the day finally arrived, Mia quickly got out of her Step mother's car and ran to the door, jumping up and pressing her small index into the door bell.
Her best friend quickly opened the door, his smile bright as they greeted each other joyously.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, Ok Mia?" Sandy said, handing the girl her forgotten back pack.
"Ok! See you tomorrow! You can go now!" She said quickly, ready to start her first slumber party.
"Alright, alright, have fun and be good." The woman chuckled, lingering a moment before leaving.
Once she had left, Sour cream took Mia's hand in his own and led her up the stairs happily. "You've gotta see my room! Mom said we can build a fort and have pillow fights and eat in there and have dinner and watch movies and play video game and stuff!" He beamed, pushing the to his room door open.
She gasped, eyes wide and sparkling. Her own room was formal and basic, shelves filled with crystal warrior figurines, some books and lamps. Her ornate king sized bed which she would become lost in, covered in golden canopy, her wardrobe, the vanity, her art box, and the few toys she was allowed to keep in her room, but nothing like this.
His room was painted dark blue, with shelves filled with music and CDs, a few movies and video games. Tucked in the corner was a TV with a gaming system and DVD/VHS player with a pair of bean bags in front. There was a few plastic roll carts filled with toys, Lego's, action figures, and a few toy dart guns, and a whole drawer devoted to handheld electronic gaming devices. His bed was a simple twin sized one with a blue comforter with different balls on it, near the foot of it was a tote filled with different pillows and stuffed animals. Christmas lights were strewn around the roof giving off a gentle watermelon-y toned glow.
"Wow... Your room is so cool!" Mia gasped, gazing around in wonder.
"I bet yours is way cooler since your mom was like a queen and stuff." He responded, with a shrug.
"Are you kidding me? No way! I'm not allowed to have toys in my room, or food, or do really anything! And my bed is so huge I could hide half the city in it! And pearl says video games rots my brain and wastes my time so she doesn't let me play them!" She beamed, flopping in an unceremonious way into one of the bean bags, a content smile on her lips.
"Cool! Hey next time we should do this at your house!" He smiled, flopping on the other one next to her and reaching for the tv remote.
The Diamond child scoffed and sat up. "There's no way Pearl would allow it. She thinks I'm wasting my time doing human-y stuff all the time but she can't make me do the stuff because my mommy was her boss."
He laughed and passed her a game control. "Then let's live a little bit! Raise the monsters and Never care about what anybody thinks!"
She laughed and nodded, accepting the control and playing some of the different games with him.
She liked hanging out with him, she liked being close to him, there was something about him that made her feel all warm and tingly, but it was a good feeling.
He took out some of the gaming devices and began to play a little melody, and after a bit he glanced up to her and said. "Why don't you sing something?"
Her lips pursed slightly and she nodded, furrowing her brows. "My best friend is Sour Cream and My name is Mia, he's super cool and he's got a neat room and uh... I don't know what else to sing so uh, musical bree-e-eak?"
He stopped playing and looked up to her, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.
"What! I don't know how to sing right on the spot...!" She blushed defensively, folding her arms and huffing.
"It was a pretty cool attempt though." He snickered, receiving a light hearted punch to the shoulder.
"It's not funny...!" She whined, trying her hardest not to roll over and laugh as well, her smile undeniable.
After Pizza and cookies and a movie, the two children lay in a blanket fort, each laying on their own respective dinosaur pillow, but Mia rolled over as the movie they had been watching finished, to where she was sleeping on his shoulder, a bead of drool pooling in the corner of her mouth.
Sour cream shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling into the soft canary yellow fuzz on the top of her head and sighing contently.
Well, Mia cream fluff for you guys AND a flashback! Ha!
Two requests in one chapter! How's that!
I hope you guys like!
Frankly, what do you guys think? I mean I think you can tell I'm most likely a girl by A) the pen name and B) how I described Sour cream's room.
I hope this what you wanted!