A/N :: ho' snap. Inspired.

o.3 :: peachy

Olette x Maleficent

Maleficent is a strict woman-a sharp set of eagle eyes and a prickly wit made her more than untouchable. She's an ethereal figure if you will, she rarely speaks and she's known not to looking at you no matter what situation it may be-even if you're lucky enough to get your hands on her cold-cold skin.

Olette is a whole other story. She's down to earth, all smiles and wide-eyed cheerfulness; she's a sickness that is contagious like the flu. Her deep eyes catch hearts easily-tempting boys to follow, touch, and entice her with fake words and flirty touches. But Olette is no fool and doesn't fall victim-because all she ever wants is friends. Like Pence, Hayner, and Roxas.

So-when Olette sees dark hearted, pale skinned Maleficent, she's naturally curious. Her orange cream sneakers pitter-patter along, with the rustic beat of warm rain to match her jog. Her dirt-brown hair is plastered against her ultra-girly tank, sticking in flat swirls and her beaten down, non-existent spikes of auburn swish limply and pathetically. She's warm though, the rain pellets down in mild-hot sieges as she continues to follow-curious like a dog.

She's panting now, wondering how on earth a woman can walk so darn fast so quietly. Olette could've sworn the tall lady was fooling with her head. The now thoroughly soaked teen wiped her face quickly before quickly following her through the winding alley ways-know guessing the figure's destination. The clock tower.

After a moment of planning and a few sprints-the skinny armed and over-eager teen had beaten the stranger to the tower of sunstone bricks and clicking gears. She smiled to herself while stepping under the cover of the building's ledges, and out of the rain's constant pummeling. The messy haired girl slicked back her locks and wrung herself dry; leaving her a bit wrinkled and out of order.

Now all she had to do was wait–oh great.

Olette was hissing to herself when a half-an-hour ticked by painfully slow, each staccato second strung in slow-mo as she crouched and glared off into the thick sheets of rain. She began to question her once reasonable logic-which betrayed her at the moment. Is following a stranger logical? No. Not at all.

The soaked sneaker wearing teenager buried her damp face into her prickled hair arms, bored and disappointed that she undoubtedly missed an interesting person-a chance for a friend and a person to talk to that was female and not Fuu. Olette's thick lashes matted against her cherry red cheeks and her eyes closed-content now to listen to the rain as it beat the pavement and shattered across the ground.

A pregnant silence filled her ears, muffling each noise before a loud ring trembled through the air causing the startled girl to yelp and jump to attention. She glanced to her old kiddy watch, colored with rainbows and other sugary things-and realized it was already eight. Olette ruffled her now dry hair and sighed out into the drizzling, below fifty air. The sixteen year old girl smiled weakly and was about to venture out into the now icy drops before an equally cool hand gripped her hand and yanked her back.

"Huh-?" She gasped brilliantly as everything in her visage blurred and twirled and smudged. Before she knew it, her candy sweet jaw was pressed against a black clothed bosom, and a slithery arm caressed the small of her still wet back. She could only shiver and glance up-dazed and confused and feeling much more blonde. A discolored face peered down at her, apathetic, strong, and sour green with a deviant red smile. Olette blinked quickly as a freezing nitrogen hand cupped her now sweltering red cheek, and caressed the corner of her mouth, an intimate touch that was alien and intrusive.

But she didn't object.

The figure swooped down to her level and guided her back against the building's wall, an intense look brewed in the lady's pitch eyes and pride was apparent in her enviously proper posture. Olette just watch numbly, enthralled and appalled at the same time. Before Olette could form any reasonable thought, her mind scrambled when a pair of taught lips pressed against her own. The bright-eyed, cheery, girl-next-door was reduced to a mumbling mush at each cold brush of the stranger-who some how got closer than anyone ever managed before.

"You taste like peaches."

When the cold caressed ceased, Olette opened her canopy green eyes. She faintly remembered closing them during the feathery kiss, but she hadn't fully realized it. The now flush faced teen gleamed up at the woman-somehow at ease and not scared. Olette was about to ask her name but was shut up by a knobby finger pressing against her soft lips. The orange clad girl couldn't help but notice the impeccably black nails the mistress fashioned. The villainous looking being dipped down and brushed a sentence against her earlobe. Her breath was surprisingly warm for a girl with such cold skin.

"-Maleficent, keep it in your heart." She hummed, nonchalantly touching the cove of the girl's chest in a daring manner. She knew the dwarfed brunette's thoughts, which somehow excited her. Before Olette could blurt proclamations of love-the woman turned and summoned an eerie vortex of black. She began to merge with it and Olette had only one chance-

"I'm Olette!" She cried out, a frantic expression scrawled on her pretty face as she tried to snatch the end of the woman's cape and bring her back. To kiss her more, to touch her harder, and to know her better. But, Maleficent escaped her attempt and an empty 'I know' rung in her ears. Maleficent's presence was haunting and Olette was left in the rain-alone and hapless. She now realized it was nine-thirty and she had to lie to her mother.

"-Peachy. Just peachy."

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The next day, the starry-eyed girl was dazed and brash. Each word clumsy and unrefined as her mind wondered else where and obviously so. Hayner and Pence were always worried and decided to corner her on their ransack couch over stuffed with memories and ice cream blemishes. "Hey-Olette, you okay?" They asked in unison, strange boyish concern on both of their faces as the empty headed girl clutched a sour granny smith apple that was green-a shade familiar and cold.

For the first time that day, the auburn haloed teen perked up and smiled and said with a little laugh, "-Just peachy."

-INTENSE HUH?

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