Two weeks had passed, and so did one nasty break up. It was so bad that the school almost had to start wearing blue and pink ribbons to decipher who was on House's side and who was on Cameron's. But, thankfully, the Brad and Jen of the school simmered and it was now ancient history…or at least dated a few decades.
Nothing had changed between Remy and Allison except that during set duty they would yell at each other as much. They had started talking from their first day, and they—mainly Allison—had given the other ammo for total annihilation. But there was an unspoken agreement that these bits of information would never be used on the other.
Allison's assignment for the afternoon was to paint signs to put around the school advertising the play. She was sprawled out on the stage with the paper roll cart at her side and about five huge chunks unrolled for her signs.
Remy's task had been the same throughout the punishment. She was sitting on a chair backwards, leaning over the back with a pallet in one hand and a brush in the other. She was putting amazing detail into the sets as she painted; it wasn't because she was a perfectionist…it was because she didn't want to get rooked into doing anything else. She had her ipod in her ears and was bobbing her head to Barenaked Ladies' "One Week" when Allison came over for a bottle of paint that was at her side.
"Wow! That is amazing!" Allison said as she reached for the bottle.
"Hhhholy shit fuck!" Remy jumped from the chair, knocking it over, and away from the blonde.
Allison had her hand out in a 'let me help you' kind of manner, "Are you okay?" She sounded sincere, but the slight laughter would have thrown anyone off.
"WHAT?" Remy asked, the ipod was still in her ears, so the only logical way to communicate was for her to talk louder—not Allison. God, I'm a dipshit. I'll just play dumb.
Allison closed her eyes and leaned back faintly as she was yelled at. She walked the few feet to Remy and took the buds from her ears, "Are you okay?" She asked calmly.
"Oh…yeah, you just scared the poop out of me…you got rid of my hiccups though. So, good job." Remy answered.
"You had the hiccups?" She cocked her head to the side quizzically.
"No, but that was the only reason I could think of that people intentionally scare each other…aside from the sheer fun of it." She replied as she picked the chair back up and sat back down, about to start in again.
Allison giggled lightly at Remy's random hiccup comment, "It wasn't for fun or pleasure…or the assumption that you had hiccups…" She knit her brows together but was smiling through the last part of her statement. Her face went blank as she looked back to Remy, "I just…needed the green…" She said indicating the bottle she had grabbed.
"Oh." Remy stared at the bottle before looking up to the blonde's face, "You could have just asked, I would have given to you…" She started to turn to the sets again, but Allison stopped her.
"No you wouldn't've." Allison countered.
"What would I have done then?" She turned the chair so that it was facing Allison, giving her full and undivided attention…something she knew pissed Allison off because they had just fought about it three days before.
Allison's jaw clenched at the movement Remy made, and she let out a huff before beginning her argument. "You would have pretended that your ipod was too loud and that you couldn't hear me. You would have said something sarcastic and not made any attempt to pass it to me; or you would have made the same sarcastic comment and thrown it or rolled it to me. You would have just flat out told me to get it myself…you wouldn't have just given me the green." She waited for a retort, but none came, so she started back to her little nest like area.
Remy put an ear bud back in as she turned back to begin painting, and mumbled something incoherent to the blonde.
"What?" Allison asked as she turned back around to face her. "Are you listening to your ipod or do you have something to say?"
Remy turned to her, but didn't look at her right away. She looked at her hair, her feet, anywhere but actually at her. "I said that I…" She took a moment to swallow the small lump of nervousness that had formed. "I only act the way that I do, and say what I say because it's expected."
Allison shook her head slightly, scrunched her brows and pursed her lips, trying to make sense of the words. "Wha—what do you mean?" She took a step toward the brunette.
Remy threw the pallet and brush she had in her hand down and roughly tore the ear bud from her ear once more, "I mean that you didn't really give me a chance to be anything but a grade A bitch to you." She raised her voice, stood up and walked slowly to her. "I didn't really ever get a chance to be who I wanted to be with you…who you wanted me to be with you. We skipped the whole relationship and went right to the bitter broken up couple that tries to hurt the other every chance we get." She stopped when she was right in front of her.
Allison couldn't swallow and her mouth was dry, "Skipped the…couple" was all her breathy voice could muster out. How does she know? "What are you talking about?" She recovered quickly and feigned ignorance, "Oh…you think that I like you? Like, like you like you? You think that I'm…bi-curious?" She tried to keep a straight face, but the brunette had invaded her space and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate.
Remy took another step into her personal space; their faces were mere centimeters away, "Yes." Was her simple, one word answer.
The calm confidence of Remy's answer was what scared Allison the most. She broke away from the feeling that was starting to overwhelm her and she acted cocky and impersonal. "Pff, please!" She turned away from her with full intention to walk off the stage and out of the theatre.
But, Remy had other ideas. She grabbed Allison's arm and turned her around again. "Tell me you don't wonder what it would be like to be with me. Tell me that you don't think about how entirely consuming it would be if I were to hold your hand, or hug you, or kiss you in front of the entire school." Her voice was rising with determination, not anger.
She brushed Allison's fallen, mussed hair from her gorgeous bright grey eyes. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll back off right now, but I need you to know how I feel about you because I am tired." She hunched over to prove her statement, "I am tired of pretending like I'm someone I'm not. Either way this goes, tomorrow I'm not going to bitch at you, or make fun of you. I can't say that I won't be sarcastic 'cause my sarcasm's here to stay, but everything else is gone… Tell me you don't think or fantasize about me."
Allison shook her head and bit down on both of her lips as the tears relented her pleas to go back inside her body and set up camp on the rims of her eyes.
Remy got impatient. "Tell me! Come on! If you don't feel that way about me tell me now, so I don't embarrass myself further! Tell me!"
"I CAN'T!" Allison cried out. She stopped, closed her tear-filled eyes and took a breath, "I can't tell you that truthfully." Before she knew it, Remy had her arms wrapped around her body, and their lips were pressed against each other. Allison was quick to return what she was getting and wrapped her arms around Remy's neck, but something came over her and she pulled away.
She backed away from Remy with the tears still in her eyes and a few down her face, "I'm sorry I can't." She barely got the words out before she had to cover her mouth to muffle a sob.
Remy stood there; she didn't know what she did wrong. After those four words, all she could hear was her heart pounding. Allison had already made it off the stage when reality came whirling back. She needed more than anything to know why.
And that's exactly why she leapt off the stage and after Allison. She reached her in the first half of the aisle, and grabbed her arm, twirling Allison around and into her body so that she was pretty much holding her. She wiped the tears from the beautiful blonde's face, and left her hand there so that she was holding her cheek. "Why?" was her simple question; she too had tears in her eyes by this point, but this needed to be done.
"Let me go." She started to squirm her way out of Remy's arms.
"Not until you answer my question." She held her tighter and leaned into her, putting her forehead against Allison's until she stopped struggling. "Why?" She asked again. This time it was barely audible.
"Because I'm scared!" She cried and tore away from Remy and went back to the stage. She took a raggedy breath as she looked down at the brunette from the place she had chosen to stand. She watched Remy take timid steps back to the stage and over to her, "I'm scared of what everyone will say; what they'll do. Social status may not matter to you, but it does to me. I care about what people think of me. I care about what my parents and family think—"
"Okay, okay." Emmy stopped her. She got close to her again and hugged her tight. After a few moments of calming her down, she decided to make her suggestion. "We could sneak around…"
Allison pulled back a little, but put her hands on Remy's shoulders, "What?"
"We could sneak around." She stated again. "Taub has already noticed an 'improvement' on how we are with each other since the set duty started. And I have this crazy feeling that this is another reason that Fitz-P gave us set duty in the first place…she and Miss Clarke are very intuitive women, and they don't let things like privacy, and other people's feelings get in the way of what they want or believe should be." She took a breath and reverted back to the subject at hand. "We could just continue to be what we are at school, but here," She motioned around the stage, "if you let me, I could be who I really am. We could have set duty be a place of freedom for us. We could 'need to rehearse for the musical,' and you could start coming over…" She was trying to coax Allison to say yes…and it was working.
Allison, by this point in the brunette's speech, was grinning like the giddy schoolgirl she was. "My god." She paused for a second, "Remy Hadley isn't the tough bitch everyone thinks."
"Well, Allison Cameron, you might find this hard to believe, but more often than not, reputations are made based off of one measly sighting or event. And for every time thereafter the event occurred, the person feels obligated to live up to it no matter what it is…"
Allison pulled her closer, so that their noses were barely touching. "You're just a big softy aren't you?"
Remy looked down at the stage floor, "I just want what everyone else wants, and I'll take it in any way I can get it…" She whispered out.
"I'll take that as a yes." She said as she closed the gap between them. When they broke apart, she spoke again. "I really am not ready for this to be out." She looked at Remy, making sure she knew it wasn't because of her, but because of the way and time they decided to declare their feelings for one another. "I just need time. And assurance that this isn't just a fling or mistake or something like that, okay?"
"Okay." Remy nodded as she pulled the blonde closer to kiss her once more. It had taken one time for the kisses to become addicting.
"Thank you." Allison said, barely pulling away from the exotic eyed brunette. "For understanding how much I want this, but how much of a coward I am."
Remy took her face. "You…you are not a coward. This is something everyone..well not everyone, but, well, you know…It's something that I went through, that Ellen DeGeneres went through, Portia De Rossi went through it…I'm just trying to say that I know what's going on in your head, and that I'm here if and when you need me. That make sense? You need to know that you're not a coward though."
Remy's ramble made Allison smile; she had never seen the ever-confident, mysterious bisexual at a loss for words. "Okay."
"And honestly…" Remy's voice cracked, so she coughed to try and lower it to her normal register, "I think that this of all schools is not going to give a flying fuck…this school will probably just think it's uber-hot…so the whole rep thing will totally stay solid." She said, sitting them down and trying to reassure her new… "Are you just my dirty little secret, or are you my temporarily secret girlfriend?"
The blonde looked up at her, "What's the difference?"
"One's temporary…a fling that's practically flung and the other's more on a permanent level that will, with time, be exposed…" Remy trailed off.
"Oh, well, I'd have to say the latter then…I've had my fill of drama this year…and for next year too." She said as she snuggled into the taller girl. How is it so comfortable already? Was all the fighting and yelling just a bunch of fucking foreplay for her?
"Hmmhmm" Remy laughed lightly as she dropped a kiss on the nape of the blonde's neck. "I'm sure that you have."
"You have to admit it now…you have been yearning for me this entire time." She laughed at the brunette's reaction.
"Nooo." Came her flippant, throaty response.
"You!" she started while Thirteen was still adding 'O's to her answer. "Have been longing for me!"
Remy tried to interrupt her with a negatory once more.
"You have been completely and totally, without a doubt, utterly and devotedly, fully and consciously, pining for me." Allison had sat up, turned to get on all fours in order to look Remy in the face.
Remy stared at her a moment, just looking into her eyes, basking in the fact that she now knew for sure that she could make those grey eyes light up with more than just anger. She smiled that already charming smile of hers, "Yes—oumph!" Allison had, after hearing the beginnings of a positive answer, pounced. They landed sprawled out on the stage.
They spent God only knows how long looking into each other's eyes, but the urge to be closer over took them. They were soon, not just a mass on the floor, but a heaving mass on the floor. They had been exploring each other's mouths, contentedly for quite some time, when the door to the auditorium was pulled open.
They flew apart faster than a speeding bullet and Superman combined. Remy had just crawled back into the chair when both Miss's Clarke and Fitzpatrick walked to the stage.
"What's this? No yelling at the other? No laughing at the other? No sarcastic comments or shattered dreams? No one is completely repulsed by the other right now? If it were up to me, I'd say quarantine is doing what I wanted it to do…" Miss Fitzpatrick said.
Miss Clarke was looking between the younger girls like she was watching a tennis match, "Maybe it's doing exactly what you wanted it to do." She spoke softly so that only her lover could hear.
"Yeah, Fitz-P you're the poo…you're the stink to cheese and we all need to take a big honkin' whiff…Can I go now?" She asked as she jumped off the stage to grab her bag and guitar that she had started taking to Vocal 5 and Drama.
The teacher's smiled at Remy's oh so colorful comment, "Yes Remy, you can go."
"Thank you!" She said exasperatedly, and made a dramatic exit.
The older women then turned to Allison, "So…" Miss Claire walked up to her and looked like a middle school gossip whore. "How'd it go?...Today?..at detention?" she asked with an unreadable, yet completely obvious smile.
"It went…" Allison looked up at the ceiling, searching for an invasive, but explicit word, "good" was what came from her mouth.
"Good?" Miss Fitzpatrick asked as she watched the young woman gather her things, suspicion leaking from her pores.
Allison turned around with raised brows and a serene smiled as she had walked halfway up the isle by now, "Yes. Good." She didn't let them ask another question, and she hauled it out of the auditorium.
AN: Okay, so here it is, I had this crazy feeling that some were getting impatient and wanting the show to get on the road…well here's the beginning of some good ol' Cameron/Thirteen deliciousness.
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