Olivia groaned as she heard Fievel's voice shriek "I MUST BE DREAMING, DREAMING! CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE NEXT TO ME!" off-key for the 6th time in the past 5 minutes. That particFievelr sound got less and less hilarious the longer Olivia had set it as Fievel's ringtone. ...She really needed to get around to changing it.
"Where the hell is that stupid thing?!" Olivia hissed, frantically rummaging around her (and Fievel's, but don't tell her that) room for her phone. Fievel's muffled, inharmonious screeching was starting to get especially irritating. She scoured under the alarm clock, above the alarm clock, behind the alarm clock, etcetera, screaming incoherently alongside Fievel.
In a fit of anger, alongside just generally being a moron, she grabbed the edge of her (and Fievel's...) bed and lifted it up, hoping desperately that her phone was hidden there.
...It wasn't.
Olivia almost screamed again before she noticed something was hidden under the bed. A little folded piece of paper. Her phone temporarily forgotten, she fished the paper out, set the bed down with an anime-girlish moan, and unfolded the paper, squinting down at it curiously.
Ah, it was lyrics to a song. This particFievelr corner of space was known for its connections to music-the inhabitants were so fond of music, in fact, that it wasn't uncommon to find people randomly bursting into freestyle rap. And speaking of rap, this did seem to be a rap song. How curious. Olivia recognized Fievel's handwriting (sharp and on the verge of being chicken-scratch), so it was clearly hers, but what was she doing writing a song?
Out of curiosity, Olivia took a closer look at the lyrics...
"You stupid bimbo, you absolute fool
You've got a grasp on my heart like a"
There was a collection of question marks around the edge of the unfinished sentence. Olivia's squinting intensified as she moved down to the collection of words underneath it.
"I feel like I'm dreaming when I catch a glimpse of you
You're so beautifully stupi"
The sentence was broken up by an angry etching of "DONT INSULT HER YOU MORON". Olivia was squinting so hard it was a wonder she could see. Finally, she moved down to the most finished section of the paper-whatever Fievel was writing, it seemed she hit the jackpot with this.
"Beautiful girl, you rock my world
You make my antennae twirl (?)
You're wonderful, you mean the world to me
Your skin is a wonderful shade of green (?)"
Olivia's eyes widened slightly at this. Who in the world was this directed to? And why were the lyrics so bad?
"Your luxurious eyelashes pierce my heart
You look like a beautiful work of art (?)
Alright, my dear, my gorgeous green bean (REWRITE THIS SOON!)
Olivia, will you go on a date with me?"
Olivia made the ugliest face known to the universe. Fievel? Wanted to go on a date with her? This must've been some sick prank. Maybe she stepped on a coworker's toe accidentally and they wanted to get back at her.
...Still. This was an incredible discovery.
What if this wasn't a prank? What if Fievel genuinely loved her? Oh, the things Olivia could pull-such as her skirt down right in front of Fievel. No, no, too direct. She had to be subtle about this. She couldn't let Fievel know she found this just yet. She needed to experiment... see if this was truly genuine or not. Olivia chuckled lowly, a dark glint in her eyes.
Then Fievel's ringtone started back up, and Olivia was snapped back into reality. It only took a few moments of searching to locate her phone-why was it on the top bunk, that was Fievel's spot-and answered to find Fievel screeching off-key at her still, but now in real time.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU HOT TOPIC BITCH?! I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU FOR THE PAST 10 MINUTES!"
"I couldn't find the phone," Olivia said boredly. "What is it?"
"Well, we've got it under control now, but you were supposed to come help with this mission I'm on that you were too lazy to get off your ass and come to!"
Olivia huffed a chuckle. "Sure. Whatever you say-" she dragged her tongue across her teeth and pulled out the most seductive voice she could muster- "Fievella~."
Fievel was silent for a good 5 seconds. Olivia caught the tiniest nanosecond of a scream before Fievel hung up.
Well, this was some valuable information. Only a little bit valuable, but still useful. Olivia still needed to do some more... "research". Did Fievel truly love her? Oh, this was the most exciting case she's been on in a long while.
Fievel stumbled through the door home a while later, slumping onto one of the barstools by the entrance and spinning around on the floor. Olivia watched from a distance with her default unimpressed expression.
"What are you doing?"
"Does it matter?"
"Guess not."
After a moment, Olivia found herself sitting on the stool beside Fievel with her arms and legs crossed. She reached a hand out to spin Fievel around.
"What are you doing?" Fievel hissed.
"Does it matter?" Olivia snapped back.
Fievel groaned and tugged on her antennae. Olivia smirked-and caught Fievel's eyes widening at the expression, her orange face turning a bloody tomato red, just before she whipped her head around to stare at the wall with a "hmph!"
...Oh my. Fievel was a tsundere.
Olivia had to stop herself from giggling maniacally at this discovery. This was incredible. Fievel really did love her. This was fantastic. There was so much chaos she could cause with this discovery-so much she could do to piss her off and get her all flustered.
Olivia chuckled and spun Fievel's stool around, grinning as Fievel let out a surprised yelp.
The days whizzed by as usual-the two getting yelled at (by others and each other), fighting about food, Olivia shooting herself, the regFievelr-but with a little twist. Every so often, maybe once or twice a day, Olivia would sneak in just a little something. A flash of a grin in Fievel's direction, standing just a bit closer to Fievel than usual, throwing back-handed passive-aggressive insult-compliments at her-even giving her weird pigtails a gentle brush with her hand. It was hilarious, watching Fievel's eyes twitch and face turn red. Olivia could watch her squirm as she stood next to her for hours.
It was... kind of cute.
Oh Gods.
Nope, nope, this wasn't happening, she did not have a crush on that yellow idiot. Headstrong and self-assured as Fievel was... she was not worthy of having a crush on. She was pretty, but she wasn't nearly pretty enough.
...No. There was no point denying it. Olivia and Fievel were both tsundere lesbians. Huh. The tables really have turned.
This wasn't a good revelation to have in bed at 4 in the morning with Fievel sleeping directly above her. Couldn't she have realized this some other time, when Fievel wasn't directly in flirting distance? Ugh. Maybe finding that paper was a bad decision.
...That paper. Fievel's weird rap. What if... oho! Delightfully devilish, Olivia!
Quietly, as to not disturb her roommate (not out of compassion, but out of not wanting to be yelled at, she told herself), she snuck out of bed and found a pen and piece of paper of her own. She clicked the pen a couple times once she slipped back into bed, stuck her tongue out, and began to write.
"Fievel, you noseless brat..."
And the days rolled on, with Olivia slowly, carefully, perfecting her rap, pouring waves of love and care into this beautiful song. It would be perfect-just so she could watch and laugh as Fievel melted into a blushing, squealing puddle. It would be hilarious. ...Olivia really liked using that word, apparently.
Finally, after weeks of writing, it was finished. And it was gorgeous. Every rhyme was flawless, the flow was like a poetic river of awesomeness, and best of all, it was filled with every insult in the book. Such a wonderful rap it was-perfect for being dedicated to such a wonderful gi-
NOPE. Nope. Olivia was not even going to let herself finish that thought. Even if she had realized she had a crush on that cheese-colored moron, just the thought of her being anything more than a hunk o' junk was terrifying.
...Still. She had written this song for that hunk o' junk. Guess now was the time to put it to use.
Nothing was happening today. Nothing related to their jobs, Olivia didn't need to force Fievel to go grocery shopping again when they were supposed to be taking turns... Just a regFievelr boring day. The perfect time to strike.
She spotted Fievel sitting on the chair in front of the massive holographic TV that was there for no reason, looking at cat videos on her phone. It's go time.
She tapped her foot to the beat of her song, and stepped out into Fievel's view, an evil grin wide on her face.
"Fievel, darling, whatcha doing all alone?
Don'tcha know without others, a home ain't a home?"
Fievel looked up from her cat video, eyeing Olivia curiously as she strutted around her chair like a predator.
"C'mon, girl, you know that it's true
That life's way more fun when you're chilling with two
Let me have a seat, cus girl, today
I've got something a bit interesting to say."
Olivia hopped on top of the weird planty decoration surrounding Fievel's seat, her head tilted up smugly.
"What's so 'interesting' that you need to rap to tell me?" Fievel said, utilizing air quotes to their fullest.
"Watch and see," Olivia purred. She cleared her throat, now adding tapping her finger against the planty decor alongside tapping her foot.
"Listen, babe, we're both aware
That my very presence makes your heart flare
Don't act surprised, you're not good at keeping secrets
And, hah, well, I've got my own secrets."
Ah yes, the ultimate technique. Just rhyming a word with the same word if you can't find a rhyme. Fievel seemed rather terrified-by the rhyming scheme, or what Olivia was announcing, nobody knew for sure.
"Fievel, well, to tell you the truth
I'll just go ahead and open up my own booth-(Don't laugh, it's the best rhyme I came up with!)
The way that you stare, I can tell that you care
Even if the thought of that brings us both despair
Your cheese-colored skin makes me want to grin
Though your hairdo needs to get thrown in the bin-"
"HEY!"
"-Ugh, I need to stop beating 'round the bush
This is so stupid, but onwards I need to push
I got this far already, I guess you can see
Fievel, you orange bastard, wanna go on a date with me?"
Olivia's metronome had ceased. Fievel stared blankly ahead, her antennae coiled around each other, her eye twitching and her face red.
...Olivia was right. This was hilarious.
Hilariously adorable, great heavens.
One moment, Fievel began tapping her own foot, and the next, she had swooped into a standing position and tossed her phone on the chair.
"A date?! With you?! How desperate can you fare?
And what's this all about how my heart flares?
Me? In love with you? An ugly broccoli bimbo?
Please, c'mon Olivia, I'd never stoop that low!"
Olivia snickered.
"If you say so, Fievel, I guess I can believe
...Not. Just kidding. You wanna know how I see?"
She reached into who-knows-where and whipped out Fievel's piece of paper. The color drained from her face as soon as she realized what it was.
"T-that... that was forged! Not written by me!
Some idiot wrote that! You've been deceived!"
"Haha! Sure, whatever, babe
If that's what you say
Guess I'll ignore all the hints
Like how your face changes tint
When I breathe in your general direction, whip out a seductive inflection, or give you the tiniest little bit of personal attention
C'mon, Fievel, there's no need to be shy
Come with me, and together we'll fly~"
When had Olivia stepped off the decor? When had Olivia taken Fievel's hands in her own, staring down at her through her half-lidded eyes?
Fievel looked like she was on the verge of tears. Olivia found the grin slowly slipping from her face.
"...Fievel?"
Fievel clenched her eyes shut, her fists holding Olivia's hands in a death grip-
"Y'KNOW WHAT? FINE! I'll go on a date with you! Just don't take me somewhere stupid, okay?!"
Olivia breathed out a laugh.
"Sure, sure. Where d'ya want to go?"
"I, um..." Fievel uncoiled her hands from Olivia's and tapped her index fingers together, glancing off somewhere into the distance, "I like... visiting the junkyard sometimes. I find lots of cool stuff there."
"Like your entire wardrobe?"
"Not my entire wardrobe!"
"So you're admitting you got some of your clothes from the junkyard."
"YEAH?! WHAT OF IT?! IT'S FREE AND IT LOOKS COOL!"
Olivia threw her head back and cackled, giving Fievel a little pat on the head. "Alright, let's go. Maybe we can stop by and drop your bars off there."
"Eh?! You- You're the one who needs to drop her bars off! Your rhymes were terrible!"
"Heh. Whatever you say, Fievella~."