"JUST DO IT." Someone roared, startling Weiss. The other students in the quad turned to look at whomever had yelled.
"YESTERDAY, YOU SAID TOMORROW, SO JUST DO IT."
Weiss facepalmed. That fucking meme had been repeated every bloody day by her graduating class, without fail. A short girl with ginger hair was staring down a scrawny blonde dude. Weiss put her earbuds in and cranked up Adele. She turned back to her textbook. She still had five pages left in the chapter, and the pages were chock-full of text.
"NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!" Shut the fuck up, holy shit.
"JUST…." The short girl waited for everybody to fully pay attention, and in unison, about a hundred voices shouted "DO IT."
"I hate this fucking school." Weiss muttered to herself. She scrolled through her music until she found some that were quite a bit angrier than Adele.
"I think it's pretty awesome." Yang sat down on the bench beside Weiss.
"Holy shit! For fuck's sake, Yang, don't do that."
"Sorry, Ice Queen. Whatcha reading? Ew, economics. Nerrrrd."
"Yang, this is my work. This is what I'm learning. I wouldn't expect you to know, going for a degree in Medieval Studies or something equally useless."
"I'm learning physics and kinetics. Double major." Yang said.
"Holy shit. I underestimated you. Sorry."
"No problem. What're you listening to?" Yang pulled an earbud away from Weiss and stuck it in her own ear. "Ooh, Disturbed! Never would've figured you for a fan. Nice taste, Princess."
Weiss snatched the earbud back.
"Just because we're roommates doesn't mean we need to be friends."
"But it really freaking helps, doesn't it?" Yang teased. Weiss looked into Yang's lilac eyes, and her resistance crumbled.
"You can try." Weiss said.
"Yayyyyy. Weiss, is Nora about to dropkick that guy? He was the one that wanted to serenade you, by the way." Weiss looked up.
"It would appear that he has angered her somewhat. You know her?"
"Yeah, long story. Nora, put him down! STOP BENCHPRESSING HIM!" Yang took off toward the ginger girl, who was holding the blonde guy up with one arm.
"How the hell is she doing that?" Weiss asked aloud. The girl was average in muscle mass, but she was lifting a man about a hundred fifty pounds. Yang grabbed the guy from Nora, and set him gently on the ground. He ran full tilt in the direction of the Applied Sciences Building. Nora yelled after him.
"DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS."
Yang flicked Nora in the forehead. Weiss could hear the girl yelp. Yang grinned and walked back toward Weiss.
"Well, wasn't that just so impressive?" Weiss said sarcastically.
"I know I am, but what are you?" Yang winked. Weiss blushed.
"What are you, five?"
"I know I am-"
"Shut up, Yang!" Weiss laughed. Yang reclaimed her spot beside Weiss.
"Knew I could make you smile, Ice Queen." Yang nudged Weiss with her elbow. Weiss stopped her music.
"So you wanna be friends with me, huh?"
"Well, yeah. I think you could be pretty cool, pun not intended, and I do like a challenge."
"Har har. Soooo, how does one become friends with someone?"
"What do you mean?"
"Um, I don't really have many friends. And it's been a long time since I made a new one."
"Oh. Be more sociable, yo."
"I will be as introverted as I please, Yang." Weiss snapped.
"Sorry!"
"It's alright. I'm just not good at the whole 'socializing' thing. Blake and Velvet have been my entire social life for basically my whole life, minus the boys my father tried to set me up with in high school."
"Ew, he actually does that?"
"Only the sons of other rich white dudes. It's kinda bullshit."
"Yeah, screwwwwww that.'
"In a way, I should be grateful. Without his constant interference, I might not have been so over boys that I'd decide to check out girls."
"Holy shit, something we got in common. Yep, we're gonna gossip about cute girls, calling it right now." Yang grinned.
"Is that so? What if our types are radically different?"
"Well, we can still geek out about the girls we think are cute. I think it's a win-win."
Weiss laughed.
"It's a plan, then. Do you think Nora's cute?"
"In a way, yeah, but I've known her for so long and she's dating Ren. And they're freaking perfect, so there's no way in hell that I'm disrupting that."
"Wise move, Yang."
"Hey, you wanna grab some coffee? My classes were boring and I'm exhausted."
"Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks for the coffee this morning, by the way." Weiss and Yang stood up, Weiss shoving her textbook into her messenger bag.
"I thought you could use it. I hope the studying was worth it." The women headed along the path to the university's coffee shop.
"Totally was. Oh, I met your sister this morning."
"Cool! Did you two get along?"
"She was very friendly." Weiss blushed as she recalled just how friendly Ruby had been.
"Yeah, she makes friends everywhere she goes. I hope she didn't flirt with you."
"Oh, she did. Quite a bit."
"Oops. Want me to tell her that you're off-limits?"
"I can tell her myself, Yang. But thanks."
"No problem, m'lady."
"Oh please don't do that."
...
The women ordered their coffees (Yang was slightly dismayed when she realised she'd asked for too much sugar in Weiss's morning coffee) and found a table in a dimly lit corner to sit down at.
"So, one thing friends do is tell each other about themselves. What's your story, Weiss?" Yang said.
"I'm Weiss Schnee. I'm the heiress to the Schnee Conglomerate and all its subsidiaries. My grandfather named me his heir over my sister, Winter, and my father. My father's been running the company in trust until I turn 18, which is next month. When I turn 18, I'll draft a contract which allows my father to stay at the head of the company until I graduate from here."
"That's fascinating and all, but I don't really care. I wanna know about you. What do you like? What do you dislike? What did you want to be when you were a child? Are you close with your sister, as Ruby and I are?"
"Oh. Um, I don't really know what to say. Nobody really asks about me."
"Just the company, or the heiress, am I right?"
"Yeah. I hate to sound bitter, but nobody outside of Blake and Velvet care about me as a person. Well, Winter too, and of course, you."
"Glad I can be on that list."
"You're too kind." Weiss smiled. "Hmm, what do I like? I never got to do much for pleasure when I was a kid. I guess I didn't much of a childhood, per se. Winter and I were educated in business from a very early age. We'd play Monopoly and chess, to finetune our minds for strategy. On the weekends, Winter and I would play piano or write poetry so our minds would adapt to creativity, and we'd be able to adapt our business practices."
"Where is Winter? Is she in high school?"
"No, she's older than me, which admittedly doesn't quite guarantee anything. She moved to Mistral, so she could 'find herself'. I understand what she means by it, but I think it's foolish. She's going to be my right hand when I gain control of the Conglomerate." Weiss paused. "You aren't trying to be friends with me just so you can get money, are you?"
"What? No. No way in hell." Yang protested.
"Yeah, sorry. I gotta break out of the habit of suspecting everyone. After all, I've got four years of socialising to do and that won't go well if I think everyone's out to get me."
"Cheers to that." Yang lifted her coffee cup. Weiss tapped it with her own. "So, Weiss. What do you not like? You know, for future reference, so I don't fuck up."
Weiss thought for a second.
"Well, aside from arrogant men, perhaps inequality. It sounds cheap coming from someone so wealthy but I hate how people can't afford to live on minimum wage. As soon as I take hold of the company, I'm gonna hire a shitload of people that live below the poverty line. And that's not even to mention inequality based on gender, sexual orientation, race, etc. I'm gonna fight that. I refuse to profit in a world that's so unequal."
Yang clapped a few times.
"We could make a caring person of you yet." She said. Weiss glared at her.
"I care. I just don't show it much. I had that beaten out of me. Not literally, but...aw, what the hell." Weiss grumbled. She finished her coffee.
"Sorry." Yang said sheepishly.
"This whole friendship thing is exhausting." Weiss commented. Yang gave a small smile.
"Sometimes it is. But it's still the most beautiful thing in the world."
"What, our friendship that barely exists?"
"I meant friendship in general, but whatever helps you sleep at night." Yang grabbed Weiss's empty coffee cup and lobbed it into the trash.
"Speaking about sleeping at night, stop fucking snoring." Weiss said.
"Oops. That's still happening?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck. I was hoping it would stop as soon as I got out of Patch. It's rather dry back home, and it's a quite a lot more humid here."
"Isn't Patch an island?"
"Yeah."
"Then how the hell isn't it slightly humid?"
"No idea. It's a weird place, I guess."
"Must've been to produce you and Ruby."
"Well, shit." Yang raised an eyebrow. "Bringing out the sass, I see."
"It's one of my many talents."
"Ah well. Sorry for the snoring. If it disrupts your sleeping, just poke me."
"Will do."
"Aw shit, I gotta go. Ruby's got a soccer match in like five minutes. I'll see you tonight." Yang knocked over her chair as she stood up.
"Oh. Tell her good luck for me."
"She'll already be on the field with how late I am. I totally forgot. Bye." Yang ran out of the shop. Weiss resigned herself to walking back to the dorm to study. When she left the shop, she could still see Yang running, her huge mane of hair giving her away. Weiss pulled a scarf out of her bag and wound it around her neck. A few people yelled at her, asking for handouts or sexual favours. Weiss bit down the urge to yell back. Nothing would come of lashing out like a child.
...
"Ruby won her first match!" Yang burst into the room. Weiss grabbed the remote for her stereo and turned the volume up. Lily Allen screeched out of the speakers.
"Point taken. Night." Yang flopped onto her bed and was asleep within seconds.
"What even?" Weiss stared at her roommate's prone form. "Fuck, I wish I could do that." She turned off the stereo so she wouldn't become a hypocrite and interrupt Yang's sleep. The numbers in her textbook were starting to blur anyways. It was time for bed. Fairly certain that Yang was asleep, she didn't even bother hiding herself as she changed into her pajamas. She tossed her dirty clothes into the laundry bin. It was absolutely full of Yang's tops, and it was Weiss's turn to do the washing. She groaned and fell onto her bed. It was a struggle for the next day, anyways. She closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep. An hour later, with a lot of tossing and turning, she was still awake. Yang's breathing was heavy and loud, but thankfully, she wasn't snoring. Yet.
Weiss tucked her hands under her cheek and turned toward Yang. The blonde's back was to Weiss, and her shorts had slid down, revealing rather too much skin. Weiss turned away quickly, her heart racing.
"Stop." She told herself. "Bad idea."
Cue the snoring. Weiss groaned. Yang's advice echoed in her head, and she sat up. Weiss shuffled over to Yang's bed, and poked her. Yang kept on snoring. Poke. Snore. Poke. Snore. Poke.
Yang grabbed onto Weiss's hand and rolled onto her front, dragging Weiss onto Yang's bed.
"Shit!" Weiss found herself face to face with Yang, who was still sound asleep. But no longer snoring. Yang relinquished her hold on Weiss's hand, and her arm dropped heavily. Weiss could count Yang's individual eyelashes, and could smell her breath. Despite not brushing her teeth, Yang was breathing out mint. Weiss slowly moved away from Yang. As soon as she broke contact, Yang started snoring again.
"For fuck's sake." Weiss put her hand on Yang's arm to shake her awake. Yang immediately became quiet. Weiss cautiously took her hand away. As she expected, Yang started up again.
"This is gonna be awkward." Weiss muttered. She sat beside Yang, and laid down on her back. Yang breathed peacefully. Weiss closed her eyes, and when Yang's arm curled around her midriff, they shot open again. Yet Weiss had to admit that she was pretty comfortable in this position. She closed her eyes again, and within seconds, she was asleep.
AN
It's Winter Break for me starting tomorrow. That means more time for writing. More time for writing means better quality and more words per chapter. So, enjoy the second chapter of Blitz in as many days, and I'll see you tomorrow with a late RWBY drabble. Should be released sometime around noon EST.
Thanks for reading, (AND HOW DOES THIS STORY HAVE SO MANY FOLLOWERS?! It just got another four today, I think!)
-Abby