A/N Extra long chapter, like 4,000 words... Never written one this long! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, not at all. Nope, no, nope. No, no, nope. Uh-uh.
"Did you know Mrs. Jackson is giving a test tomorrow?" Lisa asked the two girls around her car. She had offered to give Remy a ride and she almost always gave Allison one.
"Yeah. Do you want to study tonight?" Allison asked looking up from her bag.
"Sure, you could stay if you wanted. Mountain Dew, snacks that will likely only succeed in making us fat?" Lisa unlocked the car when she saw House approaching.
"Sounds like paradise." The blonde replied. Closing her messenger bag, satisfied that she had her studying material. She swept her blonde curls over one shoulder. Making them spill down her chest, and tickling at the opening of her shirt. Remy caught herself staring, the movement was enticing. Making her chest tighten.
"Thirteen!" The brunette jumped, hoping that no one had noticed where her attention had been focused. "Do you wanna come?" Lisa arched a well sculpted eyebrow. With a tone in her voice like it was the second time she had asked.
"Spend the night?" She asked, her own eyebrows going up to disappear in her bangs. A little taken aback by the offer.
"Yeah. If you want. I mean it's a test over everything this semester. You've been here like less than a month, and she's evil enough that she's making you take it." Lisa shrugged. Opening her door, and Allison opened the other.
"Are you coming?" Allison asked, leaning out her door. The curls she had thrown over her shoulder spilling again over her. Making them twirl. For some reason Remy really liked her hair... Along with her everything else.
"Yeah." Remy took her seat in the back seat behind the blonde. Staring at the head rest while Lisa and Allison kept their conversation of just how evil their English teacher was. She really hated these kinds of crushes. She had finally admitted that's what it was. Straight girl crushes, straight girl head over heels crushes.
"Isn't that right Remy?" Allison gave her a small smack on the knee when she didn't respond. Remy jumped, she wondered if they noticed her particular spacie-ness. Probably from that teasing glint in Allison's eyes. The touch sent thrills through her, and she glanced down at the hand pulling away from her knee.
"What...?" She bit her lip.
"Nothing." Allison giggled. Remy wondered if the blonde really was looking at her lips, or if it was just her overactive imagination. She rose her eyebrows, when Allison's eyes met her, and the blonde looked away blushing.
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They were pulling into Lisa's driveway, after a stop at Thirteen's and Allison's houses to get things for the night and the next day. Remy had insisted that Lisa and Allison stay in the car. She really didn't want them to see her house, much less her dad.
She was again embarrassed at her current living condition when she saw Lisa's house. It wasn't huge or anything. But like Wilson's it was nice, taken care of, and..., for lack of a better word. Normal.
"Hey mom. Allie's spending the night tonight..., and Thirteen." Lisa added the end quietly, shoving the brunette quickly up the stairs in front of her.
"Thirteen?" Her mom was leaning over the banister, an arched eyebrow, questioning look on her face. Remy was a bit shocked by how much Lisa looked like her mom. They had the same curly ringlets of hair, narrow face, bright blue eyes..., and shapely figure.
"Remy Hadley." Remy stuck out her hand to the older woman, after dropping back down the few steps. Acutely aware of the fact that it was the first time she had said her first name in front of Lisa. Although Allison had taken up using it, instead of Thirteen. "Nice to meet you." She added, flashing her charming smile.
"Hello, Remy?" The younger brunette gave a small nod. "Nice to meet you too. So Lisa said you're sleeping over tonight?" Remy gave a small nod.
"If that's okay with you." She then asked, people always said she was good with parents. If only she could be good with her own.
"It's fine. As long as you girls go to sleep at a... reasonable time." Mrs. Cuddy directed those words to Lisa and Allison standing a couple stairs up from Remy.
"Thank you." Thirteen replied, again flashing that flawless smile, that could work wonders on women of all ages, and sexualities and she very well knew it could.
"Oh it's no trouble. I'll call you three down when dinner's ready." Lisa's mom then walked away, to do whatever it was she had been doing when she had come to interrogate the new comer. Remy felt a tug on the hood of her sweatshirt. She turned and followed the other two girls to the top of the staircase.
"You look a lot like your mom." Remy observed, as she walked into Lisa's room. Which looked like any teenage girls room, clean to a certain degree, but still not a clean as you would guess a mother would want it. With a queen sized bed, a small dresser off to the side, and a bookshelf.
"Yeah, that's what everyone says." Lisa rolled her eyes. Remy wondered if it was a habit she picked up from being around House too much. He did induce it. Lisa then fell on her bed, it gave small oomph as she landed on the mattress, and the comforter hugged her on either side.
"You didn't really look as much like her until..." Allison made a face. Which Remy had deemed her thinking face, and very creepily she knew, listed it as one of her favorites. "... Eighth grade?" She looked again at her best friend. As she sat on the bed next to her. "Eighth grade." She then repeated sounding more sure of herself.
"Yes, eighth grade. That's when I grew these." Lisa made a gesture to encompass her rather full chest. Remy cursed the flush coming to her cheeks. They were definitely one of Lisa's memorable qualities. "So studying that's why we're here." Lisa sat up suddenly, reaching for the bag she had dropped at her feet.
"Yeah, we have to make sure Remy can still correct my homework." Allison mock-glared up at the taller brunette. Who pretended to pointedly look away. Lisa couldn't help but pay the way they interacted extra attention after her conversation with House the previous Friday. It did make her a little suspicious. But not so much as when they both panicked and blushed like flamingos when they touched or said something that she usually found rather adorable to the other.
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"Can we take a break?" Lisa asked falling back onto the bed with a huff.
The three of them were sitting in a triangle on her bed. They had one at a time been asking the other two various questions over the material they had covered that semester. Then checking the answers in the book. But it had been over an hour, and even though the plain studying had been interjected with conversation. She was getting a little tired. She usually wouldn't out right admit it. But she knew that she wasn't as smart as Allison, House, or as it seemed Thirteen.
"Sure." Remy looked up from her notebook. Then to the blonde, who was twirling a blonde lock of hair around her finger.
"Allie, can we take a break?" Allison then looked up from her own notebook, she stuck the piece of hair between her puckered lips, and scrunched up nose.
"M-hmm." Allison leaned her chin on her hands, looking from one brunette to the other. "Am I the only one that's hungry?" She asked. Placing a hand on her stomach. Frowning.
"No, do you guys want something to eat?" Lisa asked, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, and standing. Slightly wobbly after sitting cross-legged for so long. "Anything in particular you want?" She asked after a small murmuring of yes, and sure.
"Not really, just something edible." Remy replied. Allison shook her head, leaning even more so into her palms supporting her head. Lisa turned to leave her room.
Remy stretched her arms high over her head. Allison could swear that Remy needed a longer shirt because when she stretched it revealed her creamy midriff, and hipbones. She tore her gaze away. Rubbing her eyes violently trying to block out the stirring feeling in her stomach that Remy gave her.
She did not like her. Not that way. Even if she got a jittery feeling when Remy messed with her. Even if she felt nervous when they got close. Even if she found herself wondering if Remy's stomach felt as soft as it looked, or..., her lips. No, no, no, no. She was straight.
Remy looked to Allison from the wall across from her. Being alone with the blonde made her a bit nervous. But it was that nervous that sent little butterflies through her stomach, that made you blush a lot and do reckless things.
When Lisa returned they spent about another hour talking, Allison took a sip of her Mountain Dew. Which by the droop in her eyes, and the kitten yawns that kept splitting her face was the only thing keeping her awake. The conversation slowed, and Remy felt all warm and comfortable. The sudden urge to hold onto that feeling for as long as she could gripped her.
What she thought she had to do to do that was a little dubious, as it could go both ways. She pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them.
"Can I tell you guys a secret?" After Remy said it she hated how it sounded, in telling them she was trying to not make it a secret. But the two other girls looked at her, with concern.
"Of course." Allison said, with that tenderness that she always seemed to carry around, and that made Remy all warm inside when it was directed at her. Like it was now. She hugged her knees tighter.
"Well it's not exactly a secret, just something not many people know about me." She started picking at the frayed hole in her jeans. Losing confidence with every word she said, fear building in her chest that maybe they wouldn't take so kindly to it.
"Well that kind of leaves it open, there's a lot we don't know about you." Lisa stated, leaning back on her palms. Arching an eyebrow as she did. Allison glared at her, then turned her attention back to Remy. A warm smile on her lips.
"What is it?" She then asked, placing a hand on Remy's knee. Stopping the nervous fidgeting with the edge of the tear, and her fingers grazing the bare skin of her knee. She looked up at the blonde's teal eyes, open and caring. She felt a stir of nervousness erupt in her stomach, along with a great contradiction of calm. Like she could tell her anything and it would be fine. Yet she knew, this could very well mean the end of their teasing, or in the worst case, their friendship.
"Thirteen?" Lisa asked, but Remy held Allison's eyes.
"I'm..." She took in a small breath, telling people had never been this hard. "Bi-sexual.." She stretched out the last word. Allison's eyes widened a little, with surprise. I moment of silence passed between the three. Remy and Allison still holding each others gaze. Even though the brunette had an overwhelming urge to see Lisa's reaction.
"Thanks. For telling us. It's great, to know, that you know you trust us." Lisa broke the silence, and Remy's eyes flicked over to her. To see a small smile on her lips. Allison knew her ears were probably burning with gossip she knew she couldn't spread.
"Yeah, you know you can tell us anything right Remy?" Allison said, that tender look coming back to her eyes.
"Thanks." Remy hugged her knees tighter, feeling a small glow in her belly of relief with the fact that neither of the girls seemed to mind. But mostly that Allison didn't. "You can tell people if you want. I'm kind of tired of hiding it." She shook her head, smiling again.
"I bet Lisa's loving hearing that." Allison gave the darker haired brunette a nudge in the ribs.
"No, I'm not going to gossip about Thirteen." Lisa said, an overly exaggerated shocked look on her face that Allison would suggest such a thing.
"I don't care. People already think I am, well gay, not bisexual..." She trailed off chuckling. "Don't look so shocked, I listen to what people say about me. It's a survivor skill." She looked at Lisa still laughing slightly.
"Do these people include House?" Allison asked, falling back against the mattress. Her blonde curls flying out around her head.
"Yeah probably. I mean I swear he knew the second he saw me look-" She stopped suddenly, gaining the attention of the other two girls. Ears perked. She bit her lip and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She really, really didn't want to finish that sentence. But with the looks on Lisa and Allison's faces she just might be pressured into it.
"Look-ing? Where?" Lisa had a teasing glint in her eyes, and a smirk on her lips. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. As if in answer her gaze turned to Allison. She instantly looked back to the brunette across from her. But not before she saw the slightly embarrassed look in Allison's eyes, and the pink tinge to her cheeks. Maybe knowing what she had been looking at? God Remy hoped not.
"Nowhere." She mumbled into her knees where her chin still rested. Deciding to keep her eyes trained on the frayed edge of her jeans to keep them from betraying her.
Lisa chuckled and decided to move away from the subject. She had gained enough from it, and thoroughly embarrassed the two other girls. Maybe unintentionally Allison, but it just furthered her resolve that there was something between Allison and Thirteen.
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"Do you think we should be studying more?" Allison asked, it was almost eleven and they had studied for about half an hour since their first hour long session, then eaten. Now they were again in Lisa's room. But this time they were on the floor. Allison laying on her back, her legs hooked on Lisa's bed. Flicking through the pages of her notebook. Looking for anything they hadn't covered, which she couldn't find.
"No, I think an hour and a half is plenty. Even if it's a big chunk of our grade. I don't think I can stand any more." Lisa looked at their books. Then pushed them to the side.
"Are you sure?" Allison asked, Lisa could tell she was getting her nerdy quirk to her. As she occasionally did when big tests loomed.
"Yes, I'm not nearly as smart as you or Thirteen, and I think I know everything I should. So stop being a nerd and maybe we can have some fun." She gave her best friend a little shove. Allison frowned at her and shoved her back. Lisa rose her brows, seeming challenged by the blonde.
Remy laughed at there antics, she had to admit, she was a little jealous of their friendship. Wishing that she had been able to form that with someone. But between the recent moving, and her mom before that. She had never found just the right person.
Then Remy was knocked out of her thoughts. As Lisa landed a particularly hard push to Allison, who midst their little scrabble, had fallen a bit from her previously secure position on Lisa's bed. She tumbled into Remy who had been sitting next to her with her back to the bed.
In a jumble of limbs, and both of them attempting to sit up again Allison landed on top of Remy. Their faces inches apart. Both of their eyes were wide with shock..., and maybe something else?
Allison tried to brace herself against the floor, and lift herself up. But couldn't seem to find it, and, anything but Remy. She stumbled and seemed to fall closer to the brunette. Whose icy blue eyes widened more. The blonde's gaze flicked from Remy's eyes to her lips, which she licked subconsciously. Before Allison's eyes moved back up to the brunette's hoping that Remy hadn't noticed.
Finally she managed to get control of her hands, and orient herself with the ground, and shove herself up off of the brunette. Both of the girls shuffled away from each other. Allison felt her cheeks on fire, and Remy felt like everything else was. Especially her lips.., and chest where the blonde had mostly been touching her.
Lisa glanced between them. Eyebrows raised, blinking a couple times. "Sorry about that." She stated.
Allison gnawed on the inside of her lip. Thoughts and emotions swirling through her head. Meanwhile she felt like she was burning all over. One thought kept passing through her head though. What would have happened if Lisa hadn't been there?
"It's getting kind of late, maybe we should be get ready for bed?" Lisa suggested.
"Um, I can change in the bathroom..." Remy said, again picking at the edge of the frayed hole in her jeans. Proving just how it had gotten that way.
"You don't have to." Allison said, all the sudden alive. "We don't think your going to like..." She trailed off suddenly, seeming to not know what she was going to say.
"It's okay. I think I should." The brunette shrugged Allison off. Grabbing her bag from the ground. "Just down the hall, third door on the right? Right?" Remy repeated the directions Lisa had given her earlier. Smiling slightly when Allison and Lisa both responded with a yes.
When she was gone Allison tugged on Lisa's skirt. As she was standing at her dresser, getting her pajamas. Allison had her backpack at her feet, still sitting awkwardly on the floor.
"What?" Lisa asked. Nudging Allison backpack more towards her with her foot.
"I have to tell you something. Like now." The blonde looked to the door, then back to Lisa. Who already had her shirt over her head. She tugged on the knew one and looked down to her best friend with a concern.
"What is it Allie?" Lisa then dropped her skirt, pulling on her flannel pajama pants. "Can you change while you talk?" She then asked, attempting to make Allison's slightly terrified looking frown lighten up. Allison changed just as quickly as Lisa had, seeming slightly numb, and un-Allison like.
"What is it?" The brunette asked again. Looking to the door, having taken the hint that Allison had to tell her before Remy got back.
"Okay, don't freak out. Please don't freak out..." She twisted the material of her shorts between her fingers. Looking down at her lap. The scared frown on her face deepening.
"Sweetie I won't. Just tell me." She brushed some of Allison's blonde curls behind her ear. So she could see her best friend's face.
"I... I think I might... I might have a crush on Remy." Allison bunched the material between her fingers into her fist. She pulled her whole bottom lip into her mouth, looking to her best friend, since like forever, for her reaction.
"Okay, okay. Are you okay with that?" Lisa was resting in a crouch next the the blonde. Who had a whole flurry of different emotions written all over her face.
"I don't know. I mean, it's weird, you know. But... I just don't know." She gave a small frustrated huff, and pounded his fist against her knee. Wishing that her thoughts, and emotions would separate themselves, and file out orderly. So that she could figure this out.
"Okay. But I think we should talk about this later." Lisa whispered the last sentence in the blonde's ear as she heard Remy's steps outside her door. Allison nodded, shaking off her frown.
They went to bed. After much debating, mostly on Remy's side, but soon she failed in her attempts to persuade them that she should sleep on the floor. Which Lisa denied, and said that her bed was plenty big enough. They went to bed all in Lisa's queen sized bed.
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Lisa woke up groggy, and not wanting to get up. But before her alarm clock.
She rolled over, she had been facing her wall, rolled on her side in her sleep. When she did she had to muffle a small sound of surprise when she saw Allison and Thirteen.
All she could see of the blonde was her curls and back. But she could tell she was snuggled into the brunette. An arm clamped around her waist.
Remy had her chin rested on the blonde's head, a peaceful smile on her lips. An arm wrapped around the other girl's waist possessively. There curves seemed to fit together effortlessly. Lisa couldn't help but notice how well they fit together, and how adorable they looked.
But then there was the problem of them waking up like that, and even though she had been encouraging the tension between them. She didn't want that to happen, Allison had seemed confused and a little scared about her feelings for the brunette the night before. So Lisa knew that she didn't need to make them even more awkward around each other.
Allison was a sleep cuddler. She had waken up to the blonde in her personnel space before. But never had it been like that.
She slowly, with as much care as she could not to wake the other occupants, got out of bed. She then with just as much care, walked around the bed, and tapped Thirteen on the shoulder. She stirred a little. But seemed content.
"Thirteen." She whispered in the brunette's ear. She tightened her grip on the blonde. Although it was adorable Lisa knew she needed to wake her. "Thirteen." She whispered again. Nothing. Dammit. Any shaking or other way of waking her would wake Allison too. She tapped the brunette again on the shoulder, before whispering in her ear, "Remy." This got a response. The brunette's ice blue eyes fluttered open. Her first name felt strange on Lisa's tongue though, and decided to leave it to Allison to use.
"Hmm, Lisa?" She turned to look at the brunette. Then down at the petite blonde in her arms. Her eyes widened, panic seemed to spread over her, and she turned to Lisa with a 'what am I supposed to do' look.
"Don't worry. She's a sleep cuddler. Just slowly pull away." She then walked off, to brush her teeth.
Remy did as instructed, and after about a foot or two away she stopped, and looked at the blonde. She was so cute. With her cheek cushioned on her palm, a look of peaceful ignorance on her face. Which occasionally stirred up into a smile. Her blonde curls lay around her face, one tickling down her jaw.
It really struck Remy, just how beautiful she was. Then she rolled over. Hugging her stomach. Facing the wall, and feeling creepy. She wondered if Allison had really been the one sleep cuddling.
A/N Oh, yes sleepovers! I hope you loved the amazing tension, and flirting, and all that stuff up there. So like leave a review, or not. I don't care. (Reverse psychology. I know it's working.)