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deadsnothere · 1 year

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Fallin' For ya! PT. 2

PT.1 - Fallin' For Ya!

Synopsis - After a singing confession Cynthia brings me to an abandoned car shop to have some "privacy"

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Request - No!

Word count - 5k (all together w/ both parts)

Speak Ali! - i'm in love with her

When we arrived at the car shop no one was there, It was just me and Cynthia.

She got off the bike first, letting me off after. We both made our way into the shop, looking around at the dust-filled cars and auto parts. There were a few cars that weren't too bad with dust, a red corvette just sitting in the middle of the shop. They looked like they were just waxed before they were abandoned for god knows how long- “Hey! Pretty girl, come look at what I found.” Cynthia had run off on her own, Her natural curiosity had to be killing her. When I finally got a view of what she was talking about I wasn't sure how to feel honestly- “Is that a tub of grease?” She nodded rapidly.

“YES! It's been abandoned- And it looks like it’ll still work fine.” I chuckled at how she looked so excited about something so simple. ”You and the boys can use it at the shop, can’t you?” “Yeah! It’ll be a good way to save some money-” When she was finally done inspecting the grease she’d opened, she looked back to me. “Ya know- You're always the cutest when writing.” Making eye contact, I raised an eyebrow at her. “What?” She was chuckling at my reaction and how stupid I looked trying to figure it out. “Everyday while me and the boys are working on the car, you're writing in your notebook. It's adorable-...what are you writing everyday?”

…it took me a second to think of an answer. “Well I am the “certified pink ladies secretary” so i'm writing different tasks we have to focus on, List of things that are urgent and some that can be left to the side. Writing a list of different ways I'm going to kick buddy in the family jewels. But I also write about my day- my life and what I feel at that moment.” Cyn was laughing at me. “What!?” She tried to douse down her laughter but she couldn't stop. “You have a diary?” I rolled my eyes at her comment. “I have a journal! Not a diary-'' She looked at me like I was stupid, took a few steps towards me, putting her hand on my waist. “It's the same thing!” Gasping, I hit her shoulder. Moving with her like we were dancing, When she stepped her left foot up, i stepped my right back and we kept walking like that. “It is not- one is much more dignified and mature- The other is- AH-”

I jumped when she pushed me into the old corvette. “Be careful, Princess.” She raised her eyebrows at me, a condescending smile on her face. “Oh shut up..Stable girl-” Cynthia put both of her arms leaning on the car, The stupidly attractive smile not fading. “You’re gonna have to shut me up yourself- Princess.” Now she was just plain mocking me! “Oh come here you peasant.“ I grabbed her face, kissing her sweetly. It only lasted a few seconds but each of them were heaven on earth.

She leaned back nodding, letting out a sigh looking up at the roof. “...Are you made of sugar-” I laughed- “What is that supposed to mean?” She kissed me this time, didn't let go of my lips, dragged me back as much as she could until we were both falling into the car- “AH- Oh my god!” We burst into laughter waiting for the dust to settle down, and now she was on top of me in the backseat of a very dusty convertible. “Shit! That is not how it was supposed to go, but..I can't say I'm mad…” She was smiling and eyeing me. “My god! You are disgusting-” Anyone could tell I wasn't mad by the way I was laughing. “Oh come on-”

She leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Can’t a princess get dirty just for a night?” I hit her shoulder again- “You- You-” -and again and again. Cynthia was laughing at my flustered stuttering, her eyes always creased when she laughed, Jane and Olivia said we laugh the same way- that we’re almost identical when laughing at the same joke.

“..I love you.” Woah- ok. “Where is this coming from Cynthia?” She was looking me deep in the eyes, nothing could get us to look away from each other. “Alias you wrote an entire song about how you love me and you expect me not to say it back? Wow i'm not sure you got the right girl-” I smiled sarcastically at her. “I Love you too, Cynthia. I think I've loved you since we met in 6th grade. I adore you. I mean you didn't care about anything they said to you, you just did what you liked.”

She pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Can I kiss you again?” I nodded, just barely. She immediately dipped her head down to kiss me. “Ya know i'm starting to believe you're addicting.” She drew kisses down my neck. “I could say the same-” Each time her lips touched me I jolted just a bit- I finally had what I've been dreaming of for two years. Her love and attention. And god it made me want so much more. I adored the way she felt on top of me, kissing my neck and collarbone.

“Alias- You have no idea how much i've been dreaming of this day-” I laughed in disbelief. “Everyday you wear those low cut tops and tight skirts. I want to squeeze and touch you in front of every guy who flirts with you.” With a bright red face and a grin I looked away from her, She didn't take that too kindly- “Hey- Alias, look at me.” When I didn't move my head, she moved it for me with her thumb.

“I mean every word- I wish I could tell the world how much you mean to me, how much more you mean to me.” She looked at me like I was the only person in the world. No one has ever looked at me like that. I mean, the gangs they care about me- but not one of them has loved me. Or shown me how it feels to be loved so tightly. Or so- Oh my god her hand is on my thigh- HER HAND IS ON MY THIGH. I REPEAT HER HAND IS ON MY THIGH. She was drawing little stars on my thigh with her fingers. Goosebumps were left wherever she touched.

The to the shop door opened. “HEY! WHO’S IN HERE'' We have to get out of here. “Oh shit! Come on-'' The best way to go about this is to sneak out the back door! Of course it is- we just need to- I felt Cynthia pull me up and following her lead I jumped out of the car. “BOLT.” FOR FUCKS SAKE-

Next thing I knew me and Cyn were running out of the shop with a very angry man chasing us. It was hell, but damn is hell fun!

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And that's how we're here. We are running from a man in a car, while on Cynthia's Motorcycle. And holy shit does it feel good. Like ever since we started the pink ladies it's nothing but rushes. The feeling of running away from Miss Mcgee after we flashed our asses to the entire school, The feeling of singing on stage with emotions and putting my body into something I wrote, The feeling of running away from this shitty town with the girl I've been in love with for two years! And that's just a few! Everything's a rush and I never want it to stop- I want this, adrenaline, trouble, kissing Cynthia in places we’re not legally allowed to be. Maybe it's dangerous but I don't give two shits anymore! I just love the feeling- it's euphoric.

After driving around for 20 minutes trying to get the man lost, we finally succeeded. “Thank fuck!” I heard Cynthia curse from in front of me. “Let's get you home princess, your royal carriage is finally on its way to the castle.” She took a turn on Henry Drive, two roads before my house.

I didn't want this to end, and maybe it doesn't have to.

I hugged her tighter, smiling at the thought of her laying in my bed, waiting for me to lay down just so we can cuddle because the touch starved Cynthia needs her affection..but this time it's not ‘plationic’ its real, she’ll kiss me and run her hands on my hips and my hair. I love her, and I'm willing to write a million more songs to prove it to her.

When we arrived at my house Cynthia held her hand out and helped me off her bike. I took off my helmet and goggles. “Wanna come inside?” Cyn hesitated but said yes regardless and we made our way inside.

“Mamí, Papí, I’m home!” I yelled through the old house, to alert not only them but the gremlin’s. I could hear stampeding down the stairs right now. Lainey and my three baby sisters were making their way towards me, all in worn and torn pajamas that had enough stains to make it a whole new color. Cynthia was at least a foot behind me blocked by a pillar in the middle of the staircase.

One by one, my sisters started to show up infront of me. Aliah, Lila, the 2 year old twins. And Aria and Lainey the two middle children, Aria being 3 and Lainey being 14. “Alias! How’d it go?- did you kiss her- tell me and Aria every..thing” Once she and Aria, who was in her arms, backed me up into the kitchen she could see Cynthia, who was laughing her ass off at the interrogation happening in front of her. I started to try and laugh with her to laugh off the embarrassment but it didn't work.. “Hi Cynthia! Did you kiss my sister we all are very dedicated to this.” Lainey motioned to her and the line of children she had following her. Cynthia ruffled everyone's hair going down the line. “I don't kiss and tell kid, sorry.” Lainey huffed looking at me again. “I expect an explanation later.” Fondly rolling my eyes at her and pushing her and the twins away from us so we could run up the stairs.

We reached my room and shut the door quickly. “No more heathens!” She yelled quietly. I started laughing, sometimes that is a real goal to accomplish. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands running through my hair. “You're so pretty.” She was staring at me. “And why do you say that?” I titled my head pretending to act confused. She looked at the wall just for a second to take a deep breath. Cynthia walked up to me, and placed her hand on my head pulling my hair back just a bit for me to get the memo. “Because you're my girl.”

Am I breathing right now? I think I'm frozen in place. Cynthia looked so proud of herself. I swallowed my spit and tried to answer with as little stuttering as possible. “Well- I-I’m your girl?” Now that I looked nervous, her act completely changed. “Well only if you want to be- I won't force you!-”

I started laughing at how anxious she was for an answer. “Yes you idiot- Of course i'll be your girlfriend!” She looked in almost disbelief, like we hadn't made out in an abandoned car shop an hour and a half ago. “You're the stable girl in my fairytale book, I can't get away from you.” She scoffed at me, leaning down to touch noses with me. “Oh yeah, like you have any room to talk princess.”

She was quick to kiss me. Pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top, her hands tracing up my hips drawing little hearts with her finger tips. I held onto her belt loops with my pointer and index fingers. I felt so warm all over, my face and neck were red from the close distance we were. It feels so familiar, but different at the same time, this kiss is more fiery and hungry. I feel so greedy but I can't help it, the more she kisses me the more I want to kiss back, the longer I want to kiss her. Our lips were practically sealed together.

Cynthia only broke that seal to move down my jaw and neck. She sucked the skin on my neck, the feeling of the blood rushing up to bruise me, making me gasp. I ran my hands through her hair reveling in the feeling of her leaving hickeys down my neck.

The door slammed open, and I pushed Cyn off of me quickly. My baby sister Aliah standing in the doorway with a smile, She was holding her pink and blue blanket my mom had crocheted for her. Sighing, the beating of my heart slowed a bit. “A- sleep here?” I laughed lightly and got off the bed. I picked her up, shut my door, and placed her on my bed with her blanket. “What the fuck did she say?” Cynthia asked, confused as to why I was putting her on my bed and covering her with my blanket. “She said “Ali, can I sleep in here” Except take out a few words and turn Ali into A.” She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head like she knew what was going on.

I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall off my shoulders. “Woah- WOAH-” turned around confused on what the yelling was. “What!?” Cynthia was facing away from me on my bed, her neck and ears looked bright red. “Oh come on Cyn you can't be serious- you were just giving me a hick-” She snapped her head to me, and then to the very much awake baby laying in my bed and watching us interact with each other. I scoffed. “She doesn't care- she's my sister, I change her butt daily and she can barely speak-” Cynthia just widened her eyes, telling me she doesn't care. “Fine-” I continued changing peacefully, turning to find Aliah climbing on top of Cynthia and Cynthia trying to pull her off her head. I giggled picking her off the poor girl.

“You can borrow some of my clothes if you want to stay the night Cyn- It wouldn't be too crowded on my bed.” She thought about it for a second before deciding to stay, she opened my closet and walked all the way in closing it and turning the light on. “You're kidding me.” I started laughing out of disbelief, something that seemed to be happening a lot today. Cynthia didn't walk out of the closet until she changed out her pants and button up, wearing one of my old wife beaters. “Looking good, Stable girl.” She picked up a hanger from my closet and threw it at me.

“Just get in bed you idiot-” I situated myself first and then let Aliah lay down on my right side and Cynthia on the left. “Good night, Stable girl.” I could hear her roll her eyes. “Good night, Princess.” I kissed Aliah's forehead pulling her blanket onto her a bit more so she’ll be warmer. “Good night, Liah.”

And I closed my eyes letting myself drift to sleep slowly with my two favorite girls.

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laiahernandeeezzz · 11 months

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kinda sad the we don't knwo Lydia's last name, and also that there are no x reader about her... I know she is a background character more or less but still, I'm in love with her and Niamh

I MEAN, LOOK AT HER!

#rise of the pink ladies x reader #niamh wilson #lydia rotpl #cynthia x lydia #cynthia zdunowski #jane facciano #olivia valdovinos #nancy nakagawa

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cherrysfanfics-ily · 7 months

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☆ Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies Masterlist ☆

♡ Jane Facciano

☆ Surface Pressure - 6073 word count, Richie x Jane

♡ Oliva Valdovinos

♡ Nancy Nakagawa

♡ Cynthia Zdunowski

♡ Richie Valdovinos

♡ Shy Guy

♡ Potato

☆ Sweet Nothing - 1641 word count, Gender-Neutral! Reader

♡ Gil

♡ Susan

♡ Dot

♡ Rosemary

♡ Wally

♡ Hazel

♡ Buddy Aldridge

♡ Frenchy Facciano

#grease rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies x reader

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sirenlulls · 11 months

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call it what you want → r. valdovinos

pairing — richie valdovinos x fem!reader

summary — after a cold night and shared secret insecurities, something as simple as your outfit puts richie's mind at ease.

written for this request

i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck. not because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me...

you were beautiful, richie knew that. in fact, most of the rydell student body, and anybody else with eyes, knew that. your eyes were downcast, bashfully following the cracks in the pavement of your driveway as he walked you to the door, his jacket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

when you got to the door, you seemed to finally notice his staring, and richie felt his heart stop when you laughed at his lovestruck face. he almost didn't care that you were laughing at him. you looked at each other for a few beats more, not daring to break the sweet silence that hung between you.

but the fall chill was starting to seep into your bones, and you found yourself twisting the doorknob, snapping richie out of his daze. "i guess i should get going then." his words were hesitant as he scratched the back of his neck.

"yeah." you nodded before casting your eyes inside, seeing the lights off and realising your parents were asleep. "unless..." your words made richie spin back around to face you so fast you wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash. "unless you want to come inside for a bit?"

"yes. mhm. absolutely." he nodded, jogging back up to the door where you stood giggling, quietly closing the door behind him and taking his hand and leading him to your room.

you kicked off your shoes and fell onto your bed, richie following suit. staring at the ceiling in comfortable quiet, your hand found his, and with a tight squeeze they rested intertwined between you both.

richie looked around your room, eyes casting over the pink ladies jacket hanging over the chair by your desk, the full bookshelves lined around the walls, the pile of books you had no other space for beside them, and finally the pinboard by your vanity and the pictures that decorated it.

it was moments like that, no matter how few and far between they were, where richie realised just how different the two of you were, and why nobody else knew about your relationship. you were popular, loved, adored, despite your proud pink lady alignments. he wasn't. it wasn't that you were ashamed of him, you don't think you ever could be, but richie knew how important your future was and hell would freeze over before he let himself be the reason you fall from grace.

"what's goin' on in that head of yours?" you asked softly, lying on your side and looking at him with a fond smile. he shook his head. "it's nothin'" you sat up straight, suddenly more concerned. "that means it's definitely something." richie sighed, sitting beside you. "c'mon, rich, talk to me." he looked at you, brows furrowed in desperation and hand gently cupping his face.

"are you really sure i'm the one you want?"

silence.

"excuse me?"

"it's just- i don't know, you could have lot more than i can give you. 'ts all i'm saying." he raised his hands in defense at your raised brows and dropped jaw.

"richie valdovinos, listen to what i'm about to say, and listen real good. i wouldn't care if elvis presley himself was knocking at my door, ready to take me to graceland, i'd still choose you. i will always choose you. i don't care what else you think i could have because i already have everything i want — everything i need. i love you, don't ever forget that."

"you really mean that?" he looked away, suddenly overwhelmed by the tenderness of your stare, you guided him to face you again. "i mean it with everything in me."

you kissed him then, slow and heartfelt, and he only wished that you could feel every sentiment he couldn't yet put into words. how, no matter how much you say you love him, he'll always insist he loves you more. and he does. ever since the day he met you, richie's heart wasn't his own, it sat locked away in your pretty ballerina jewelry box, and it would stay there forevermore.

he pulled away only when his lungs burned and he felt as if he'd die, forehead resting against yours. "i should be getting back home." you rolled your lips. "call me when you get there so i know you're okay." "of course." with one fleeting kiss and a cheeky smile, richie crept down the stairs and out the door. you flopped back into your pillows, dumb smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

it wasn't until long after he was gone, when he'd hung up the phone and probably gone to sleep, that you realised his t-birds jacket lay on your floor. you picked it up and set it over your vanity chair, and, with a light bulb over your head, you knew what you'd do tomorrow.

"y/n, bust a move, we're gonna be late!" cynthia yelled from outside. you stuck your head out your bedroom window, smiling at your friend, "one minute!" you looked in the mirror, tightening your ponytail and fixing your lipstick, spinning around and admiring your outfit, grinning proudly and the t-bird logo staring back at you. you practically ran down the stairs towards cynthia who wolf-whistled at richie's jacket. "when can i get me one of those?" she joked, handing you a spare helmet as you hopped onto her bike. "i'll put in a good word for you." you winked back.

when you got to the school, you could feel eyes burning into your sides and whispers buzzing through your ears. jane and olivia walked up to you two, matching smirks on their faces and excited gleams in their eyes. "so that's why he didn't have the jacket this morning." olivia mused, nudging you with her elbow as you all walked to your locker.

"does this mean you guys are, like, official official now? like, public official?" jane asked, squealing and grabbing your arm when you nodded.

"what is this?" nancy demanded, suddenly appearing at the locker beside yours. "where's the pink lady represention? there's enough t-birds to carry their own weight, they don't need to steal you too." you laughed, throwing your arm around her shoulder. "nobody's stealing me, nance. still a pink lady through and through. if it makes you feel any better, i can try get richie to wear my jacket next time."

"i'd like that!" cynthia interruped, making you all laugh. nancy failed to hide her smile. "i guess it's sort of cute." the five of you started to walk to class, gossiping and giggling over the incredulous looks you got.

"didn't know you were a thief, l/n." someone teased from behind you, you turned around to see richie smiling at you. "it's for a good cause." you turned and nodded your head slightly to the girls, telling them to go ahead and you'd catch up. "oh yeah? what would that cause be?" "fashion," you leaned closer to whisper to him, "and to show everyone i have a very handsome, very amazing boyfriend." he smiled, biting the inside of his cheek. "well, who would i be to stop such a noble mission? keep it for now. it looks good on you." you beamed and kissed his cheek, laughing at the slight stain it left behind.

"you'll look even better in mine." you winked before turning on your heel and running to catch up with the girls. "wait, what?!" he responded. "you have to return the favour yet, valdovinos!" you called over your shoulder, throwing your head back in a laugh.

richie shook his head fondly as gil came up beside him, clapping a hand down on his shoulder. "am i looking at the latest pink lady?" he teased. "shut up, man." richie laughed, shoving him off, looking down the hallway to see you laughing with Nancy once more before going to your class.

#requested ✉️#richie valdovinos x reader #grease: rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease: rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease x reader #cynthia zdunowski #richie valdovinos #jane facciano #olivia valdovinos #nancy nakagawa

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sirenlulls · 11 months

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emily, i'm sorry → c. zdunowski

pairing — cynthia zdunowski x fem!reader

summary — you were the one person cynthia never had to change for. all it took for her to realise was you leaving.

i just make it up as i go along, and i can feel myself becoming someone only you could want...

cynthia never really understood when people said, they "fell in love." to her, falling was an accident, something you don't want but have anyway — a burden. she much preferred to say she chose to love, with purpose and intention behind every thought and action. she always knew that when she did find love, it wouldn't be through a fall, but through a choice.

she chose to love you, how could she not? you'd grown up side by side, from cradles to cars, you'd always been there. you yelled at people who made fun of her and said you loved her hair. you balanced her out perfectly, her other half, the one thing that made her whole.

but now, hearing everyone get ready for the fall ball, she wondered if she'd made the wrong choice.

there was a guilt that stirred in her gut every time you looked at her with bashful eyes, full of joy from the lingering feeling of your lips on hers. there was a nagging in her mind that reminded her that no matter how good it felt, how good you felt, it wasn't normal. she couldn't explain it, so it mustn't actually be good.

but she had given you hope when she was dumped on your doorstep by the t-birds with drink on her breath and a half-apology in her eyes. when she kissed you the second you made it to your room. when she told you that she loved you, that she wanted you, that she always had.

you weren't one to be ashamed of what you believed in. in fact, for as long as she'd known you, cynthia couldn't remember one time where you stepped away from the chance to be brave and let your voice be heard. most people said you two were similar in that regard, she disagreed.

you see, cynthia was loud, she knew that, but you were proud. her words carried comic relief, while yours carried truth. she figured that's why everything was so hard for you now.

standing in your bedroom, chests heaving and eyes laden with tears. "what do you mean 'it was a mistake'?" you asked and cynthia's nails dug crescent moons into her palms at the crack in your voice.

"we shouldn't have- you know that." she swallowed around her words. her mouth was dry and she tasted bile. she didn't know which of you she was trying to convince.

"you don't get to say that. not after what you said the other night. it's not fair." there was a tremble as you spoke, and it took everything in cynthia to stick to her brain, to stick to what she'd seen her whole life.

"i'm sorry, but it shouldn't have happened. we're friends, girl friends. we shouldn't do that stuff."

"you said you loved me." the room ran cold and the air around you grew tense.

"i do! just... not in that way." her heart surged in her chest, as if it was trying to fight its way from her and take back everything she was saying.

a tear fell down your cheek and you were quick to wipe it away, taking a deep sobering breath. "i, uhm, i think you should go, cynthia."

cynthia. not cyn, or any nickname you'd given her before.

cynthia. a name she only ever heard you say when you were mad.

cynthia. the name of a stranger.

cynthia rolled her lips and sighed, scratching the back of her neck as if she was about to say something, to fight it, to fight for you. but she didn't. she let her hand drop back to her side and walked out of the room with a quiet "yeah."

for the first time since your friendship began, you didn't run to the window to make sure she got to her bike safely, as if something was lurking in the suburban bushes lining your front lawn. now you felt like you'd be sick if you saw her again, you felt a sob crawl from your throat before you could catch it, and once that passed, the floodgates opened and you sat on the edge of your bed with your head in your hands and tears on your sleeves.

as your shoulders shook, a small part of you hoped she could see you from the window to know how much she'd hurt you.

to you, cynthia was everything.

you had loved her from the moment you met her, a raggedy-haired prankster in kindergarten who spilled paint over one of the boys' shirts. when you made her daisy chains, you gave her your soul, and it stayed with her when the petals fell and the stalk wilted away.

she knew that. she knew, not just because you told her, but because she had eyes and could see the way you shone when she walked into a room. she could see the smile you couldn't contain when she made a horrible joke. she could see the downcast of your eyes when she put her arm around your shoulder in a diner booth.

she knew she had your heart in her hands, and she was cruel with it, burying you with your hopes and leaving without a eulogy.

when cynthia got home, she slammed the doors and screamed into her pillow. it was all too much. she was too angry, too sad, too hurt, too devoted to you.

she missed you already, nudging your foot with hers under the desk in chemistry, laying her pinkie finger over yours under the table at frosty palace, kissing your forehead under the blanket of night. she could feel the memories fade away, you shrinking away from her with hatred in your eyes. she could feel herself shrinking away too, at the mercy of the disgusted eyes of others.

but she had to do it because she knew you'd stay if she didn't. caring for her like a dog curled up at the foot of her bed, cynthia knew you'd accept her half-love, embrace her half-kisses, believe her half-truths. she knew you. she knew you'd take the bruising of her guilt and internalised self-hate. she knew herself. she knew she'd take it out on you, grow cold and callous.

besides, whatever lay between you two wasn't normal. the longing glances and the stolen kisses weren't something you should be doing together. not when shy guy looked at her that way, not when anyone could look at you that way.

she figured she was just dazed, giddy at the chance to love and be loved, that all sense had flown out the window. she was sure her sentiments would still be the same if they were directed towards someone else. maybe that's why her feet didn't drag as she walked to the phone and her voice was high-pitched when she asked him to the dance.

if someone had told you two weeks ago that you'd been dreading the fall ball, you would've called them crazy. your dress had been hanging in your wardrobe since september and your inspiration for your hair had been cut from a june-issue magazine. but now, when the night finally came and you sat at your vanity alone, you wished it was over already.

you hadn't spoken to cynthia in three days, having avoided her at every opportunity and, in doing so, avoided the rest of the pink ladies too. a part of you wished she was here now, sitting on the edge of your bed with bright eyes and countless questions, constantly in awe of you. but with a solemn glance at the picture frame to your left, the one where you were laughing with cynthia's arms around you, taken by jane on a random starry night, you remembered what she'd said and your face grew stoic again.

you stood up and smoothed out your dress, hugging your figure nicely in a deep emerald green. you gave yourself your best smile, taking a deep breath, and walking out the door for your father to drive you to the school.

"you meeting the girls there?" he asked. "mhm." you nodded with a tight smile. you could tell he didn't believe you, but for the sake of your peace and your dignity, he let it go. "have a good night, kiddo. call me if you need anything, yeah?" you smiled at him and kissed his cheek before bidding him goodbye.

you got to the door before your body froze, you willed yourself to move but anxiety rendered you paralyzed. "y/n?" lydia asked, concern in her voice as she walked up behind you. "are you alright?" you shook your nerves away, facing her. "yeah, just nervous." lydia furrowed her brows and gave you a short nod of understanding. she linked your arm with hers, leaning in to whisper to you, "me too." she winked. "let's do it together?" you beamed at her, squeezing her arm as you walked in.

the noise was the first thing you registered, tensing momentarily, lydia swore she could feel the anxiety radiating from you. "you look great tonight, by the way." she smiled to ease the tension. "so do you. i love the pin." you nodded to the heart on her dress and she lit up. "thanks." you could feel eyes burning into the back of your skull and when you turned around you locked eyes with cynthia. lydia followed your line of sight.

"go talk to her." "what?" "look, i'm not complaining that you and i have been hanging out a lot these past few days, but you're clearly happiest when you're with her." "but what about us doing this together?" lydia smiled at you warmly, nudging you forward. "go. i'm a big girl, i can take care of myself. find me if things go wrong, though, okay?" "yeah. thank you, lyds." she squeezed your arm once more, gently pushing you towards cynthia.

cynthia straightened up when she saw you walking towards her. "you look nice." you said, nerves lacing your voice. cynthia hesitated. "you really think so?" "i always think you look nice, cynthia." an awkward silence hung between you two, neither of you knowing what to say. "i missed you." she blurted out. "i missed you too." you were about to take it further, ask if you could talk in private, see if she really meant everything from that night. but then you saw something you never thought you'd see.

"hey, y/n." shy guy greeted, handing cynthia a drink and putting his arm around her. you tried to mask your shock. "hey! are you two...?" you trailed off. "together? yeah." cynthia butted in. "oh." you played with your hands, plastering on a smile. "well, uhm, have a great night, you guys. i've got to go but, uh, i'll see you around."

you walked away quickly, hastily brushing a tear from your face before anyone could see. "shit." cynthia cursed before following after you into the bathroom. "y/n—" she froze when your head snapped up, meeting her eyes through the mirror and mascara smudged around your eyes. "what're you doing here, cynthia? you're boyfriend's waiting for you." she sighed and bit her tongue. "i'm sorry." "for what exactly?" your words were sharp and uncaring. she didn't say anything. you turned around to face her.

"look, cynthia. i love you. i always have, and you know that. but right now, you're hurting me, and i have enough self worth to know that i don't deserve that. so until you're grown enough to admit to my face what you've done, we're done." her mouth hung open and she was about to object. "cynthia, i can't keep letting myself be hurt by people. i love you, i really do, but i can't be around you like this. it's too much."

she looked like she was about to speak again, but she saw the dead-set look on your face and knew she'd do no good at convincing you to stay. you cursed your longing and empathy when you wrapped your arms around her for the last time. "go have a good night with him." you managed to smile until she walked out the door.

when your legs stopped wobbling and you trusted yourself to blend into the crowd, you pushed through the door to find lydia, seeing her giggling with a pretty blonde across the hall. you tapped her shoulder. "i'm gonna head out." her face sobered in concern. "you want me to come with?" you looked past her to the girl looking at her with soft eyes. "no. stay here, have fun." you nudged her with a wink, laughing quietly when she flushed red. "i'll call you tomorrow for details." you promised before leaving.

when your dad pulled up, you could see the worry in his face, you could hear his unasked questions. "i don't want to talk about it." "i wasn't going to make you." understanding silence washed over you both as he drove you home. "i did have a feeling something was wrong, though, so i got you some ice cream on the drive back from dropping you off." he said after a few minutes. you smiled at him. "thanks, dad." he pulled into the driveway, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "anytime, kiddo."

it was well past midnight when a hurried knock came from your door, a bout of fear struck through you. you crept to the peephole and saw a disheveled cynthia looking at her feet. you opened the door. "what do you want? you could've woken my parents." she winced. "sorry. i just—" she let out a frustrated breath, fighting for her words. "i made the wrong choice." confusion spread across your face. "what?" "i was wrong. i lied. i'm sorry." she rushed out. "cynthia, what are you talking about?"

she started to pace back and forth at your doorstep. last week, when you kissed me, i told you i loved you—" "you didn't mean it like that, yeah i know." "no! no, i— i meant it. i meant it in that way, in the way nancy loves clothes and gil loves olivia." your palms grew sweaty. "then why'd you say it was a mistake? why did you go to the dance with shy guy?" she looked at you with a million apologies in her eyes. "i was scared. and i know that's not an excuse because you were too and i just left you, and i know i'll regret that for the rest of my life." she took a step closer and you let her.

"but right now all that matters to me is that you know that i love you. i love you more than i thought was even possible. i love the way you whisper me answers in math because you know i don't pay attention. i love the way your eyes kinda close when you laugh really hard. i love that i'm usually the one making you laugh. i love you for everything you are, and everything you aren't. for everything you've done, and everything you've yet to do. i love y—"

you cut cynthia off by grabbing her face and pulling her into a kiss, and in that moment, cynthia knew that this was what the poets wrote about. this was what drove artists made and carried people from war. this was what every sonnet and song was about. this was love. with your face in her hands and your lips pressed to hers, cynthia knew she would never need to make a choice again, because you were her definite, the one thing that would never change. cynthia knew you. she knew she'd never have to put up an act or pretend to be brave with you. she knew she'd never have to choose again. she pulled you impossibly closer as she smiled against you.

"i'm sorry." she panted when you pulled away to breathe, quickly chasing your lips again. "i'm so, so sorry." her desperation was clear in her broken words. "it's always g'nna be you. you're it for me."

you pulled away again, holding her face gently. "glad you finally realised." she laughed at your smile, moving to grasp your hands, holding them to her lips and pressing a light kiss to your knuckles. "i will spend forever making it up to you." you rolled your eyes.

"just kiss me again and we'll call it even." cynthia's face lit up and you swore you'd never seen her move so face as she gripped your waist and dragged you flush against her, swallowing your laughter with a kiss.

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Fallin' For Ya!

Synopsis - confessing to Cynthia through song?

Based off the song: Fallin for Ya! - Teen beach movie

The longer version this is based off of more

Masterlist

WARNINGS! - gay people

Request - No!

Word Count - 5k (with part two not sure who long this part is)

Speak Ali! - I spent three days on this 😍🫶🏼 there will be a part 2 and maybe 3 but most likely just a 2

Riding away from a man in a car on Cynthia’s Motorcycle, is not how I thought tonight would go-

You may be asking “How the fuck do you end up running away from a man in a car after you explored an abandoned car shop to makeout with your kind-of girlfriend." It's a long story, but since you're on this tag on tumblr..i'm assuming you have the time.

The T-Birds, and The Pink lady's, all sat at two tables in the Frosty Palace. We were just laughing and talking about the campaign until I had to go on stage. Shy Guy had his arm resting on the back of my chair. Until Cynthia moved his arm and replaced it with her own, she gave me a wink and continued talking with the boys, while the ladies were drawing little posters. She was helping but got a bit distracted by the T-birds. Now I was in her place finishing her cute little drawings- and giggling at the stupid jokes she wrote on it.

Shy Guy was looking a bit sad, probably from Cynthia flirting with me. I feel bad but at the same time, I can't help that she doesn't have feelings for my brother. I wish she had feelings for me but no matter how gay she looks I'm not sure she's is. All of her flirting has always been a joke, she had to tell the entire gang that.

My thoughts were interrupted. “Hey Alias, are you ok?” Jane looked worried. “Oh yeah of course- why?” She furrowed her brows and tilted her head, responding carefully. “You're crying?” I HAVE TO BLINK- I FORGOT ABOUT BLINKING- My hand touched the one small tear that dropped out of my eye and I blinked a few times to bring the moisture back. “No no! Oh my- I'm fine I was just zoned out.” Jane nodded and smiled, Less worried now she went back to her poster.

When I turned back to the poster in front of me Cynthia was drawing again. We were practically face to face. She grinned when she noticed I was looking at her. “What? Think I'm gonna let you out do me on my own poster-” She was teasing, so I poked her cheek.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I stood up. “Hey, where are you going?-” Cynthia grabbed my hand and placed it on the poster board. “I have to go up to sing Cyn- it's 7:30 isn't it?” She opened and closed her mouth looking a bit like a fish, before finally answering. “Oh- yeah it is, you can go ahead-” She let go of my hand and continued staring at me as I walked up the stairs of the stage.

Originally it was me and five other girls- now it's just three. I smoothed down my polka dot dress and waited patiently, while the other three got to their mics and gave me a thumbs up. “Hello Frosty Palace! It is me, your Thursday night entertainment, Alias Foreman!” I gave the crowd a second to die down on clapping, hearing the T-Birds and Pink Ladies yell my name, Cynthia's voice sticking out the most as she whistled. “Tonight, me and my girls, Maria, Kt and Lain! Will be singing a song I wrote for a very special somebody.” The crowd roared up in "oooh"s, I looked over to the group, a few of the T-birds were tapping Cynthia's shoulder in a congratulate manor, she was confused but smiled at me anyways making eye contact. Behind her Shy Guy was looking back and forth from me to Cynthia and staring with a sorrowful smile. I smiled back at him with as much sympathy as I could muster on stage. “This is “Fallin’ for ya".” The band in the back started playing the music sheets I'd given them when I arrived at the shop a few hours earlier to practice.

“The day started ordinary, boys walking by.” l turned my head from left to right slowly like I was following the “boys”. There were people dancing with partners or friends and some alone but either way they all looked to be having a good time. “Ooh Ooh” - “It was the same old story, too fresh or too shy.” I kneeled down, booping Buddy on the nose and smiling sarcastically sweet. “I’m not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile.” I looked down at Buddy one more time, waving him away from the stage. “It goes on for miles.” The girls and their angelic voices sang from beside me.

“Unusually swoon, but i'm over the moon!” I dramatically laid a hand on my forehead. “Cuz he was just too cool for school!” - “and now I’m fallin’ for ya!” We had a little dance on stage, we’d snap with the left hand by our head and with the right by our hip and keep changing them along with the beat.

“Fallin for ya! I know I shouldn't but I-“ I sang it with much more passion than i’d normally put into a song. my eyes were closed and as Cynthia said “I was practically making out with the mic” but it still didn't feel just right. Something is off, but I can't tell what.“-I Just can't stop myself from falling for ya! Fallin for ya!” The girls were looking at me surprised, I haven't sung like this in so long, most of it was a song someone requested or something I felt like doing that day- and even if this doesn't feel right, it feels good.

Looking out at the crowd there were people smiling with their lovers and friends. But the only smile I cared about was the bright one Cyn had on her face right now and it only got brighter when I looked at her. “Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.”

Again dancing to the music in the background, spinning one of the girls, giggling and going back to our respective mics. “Now we're going steady, he's the cat's meow” I hated having to replace the pronouns, it sort of felt like betrayal. “Meow Meow” I tore my headband off and shook my hair a bit to stop the headache that started to grow. “He says I'm a Betty and we paint the town.” Cyn always called me Betty jokingly ‘cause someone at a coffee shop didn't hear my name and called me Betty instead. I think that made her catch on to who the song is about, because once she fully processed the line, she went bright red. “ooh ooh” The girls were watching me, well more like me and Cynthia. They weren't making it obvious but I knew they were watching us.

“I'm not the kind to fall for a guy just cause he says hi,” My eyes wandered around the crowd, mostly kids from Rydell Highschool but also parents or older customers who come to watch me sing. “when he's cruising by” Maria, Kt, And Lain were the only people I trusted enough to tell I was a lesbian. We all ended up finding out we like girls, and jokingly (and secretly) called ourselves the first gay high school singers. The only other person who knows is Shy Guy. “He's ready to race and I'm catching his gaze” I winked at Jane and Olivia and waved to them. Cyn makes a little frowny face. “They’ll go on like this for days!” They all knew I liked Cynthia, but only the girls teased me about it. Shy Guy tried his best to be supportive but I think he would’ve liked it if it were another girl I had my eye on.

“And now I'm- Falling for ya, falling for ya” All four of us sang in harmony, the more me and Cynthia stared at each other the more right it felt to sing this song. “I know I shouldn't but I-” I felt like I was confessing to her on this stage, and that's exactly how I wanted it. I wanted her to know how I felt but also have plausible deniability if it doesn't work out well. “I just can't stop myself from- Falling for ya, falling for ya!” I loved her and wanted to scream it across rooftops in New york, but “My kind of people” aren't accepted in this world. At least that's what Ma says. “Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.”

The girls have this word they made up that goes well with the song “Shoop”, they repeat it four times each lyric and I love it so much because if it were used in real life it would be so stupid. “It feels like I tumbled from another world” I placed my hands on my shoulders and dramatically shook them. “Into your arms and it's so secure!” Cyn still held eye contact with me, Practically hypnotized as I sang. “Maybe I'll stumble but I know for sure, head over heels I'm gonna be your girl.”

The music continued for a short break. We had about a minute to run down the stairs, drag some people onto the dance floor and get back up to the stage. All four of us quickly ran down the stairs, I went to Shy Guy and Cynthia pulled them both up and dragged them down. Cyn grabbed onto me as I tried to leave, twirling me around, I smiled and pulled Shy Guy into her, giving him a wink and running back to the stage. It hurt a bit, but I wanted him to at least make a move with her if I couldn't.

Once I got back onto the stage we still had a few seconds to spare, so me and Maria were twirling together on different sides of the stage, laughing and giggling at the stupidity and ecstasy we were feeling…until it went sour and my foot was a little too close to the edge of the stage, I fell off, landing in someone's arms. Jonathan, Maria’s brother.

Fuck how do I cover this- how do I cover this?? Cynthia was running over to me as fast as my brother would drop his arms away from her. he had a defeated look on his face. “And now I'm falling for ya, falling for ya I know I shouldn't but I-” I hate to say it but the entire time I was staring at Cyn while I was being held in another man's arms. She was looking over me while John was holding me bridal style, but of course she was trying to wrangle me out of his arms at the same time. “I just can't stop myself from falling for ya,” When John set me back on my feet and Cyn went back to dancing with my brother, which she didn't look too interested in, kept looking back at me. I kept my grasp around John to make it look like I was looking at him but really she was the one who I couldn't look away from. “falling for ya, Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.” As the music died out, and the crowd started cheering, I was still looking at her, punching my brother's arm in a “you're a bro!” kind of way while they danced, I hated it.

I wanted to be the one dancing with her. John pushed me away from him, smiling at me awkwardly. “Thanks for catching me-..bro?” We both started laughing at how stupid I sounded. "Platonic?" I nodded, thanking whatever god for listening to my prayer. "Platonic." We did a short little hand shake, high five and walked away from each other. I went back to the stage, Lain handed me my jacket and gave me a pat on the back. “See you at home Ali?” I nodded, and gave her a hug, the other two had quick plans they needed to make it to, so they had already left.

“Tell mom and dad Cyn is bringing me home on her bike.” She rolled her eyes and laughed at me. “You know how much they hate that motorbike.” I smiled and pinched her cheek. “But they love the girl who drives it.” She swatted my hand away. “They aren't the only ones-” I pushed her away from me. “Shut up-” Both of us finally walked away. (I gave her the bird and she stomped away.)

“Alias!” I heard a voice calling me, her voice calling me. “Cyn! How’d you like my song?” She smiled brightly, Shy Guy depressingly making his way back to his seat. “I loved it! Who was it about!?” She was wide eyed and staring at me, eager to. “Well who do you think it was about?” Cynthia looked around and pulled me down to whisper in my ear. “Was it about me?-” I pulled back, looked her in the eye and with as much confidence as I could muster, nodded a silent yes. To my surprise, she was ecstatic. Bright red and practically jumping for joy. “Do you want to ditch these losers and get out of here- I heard there's an abandoned car shop somewhere outside of town.” This time I nodded rapidly, still trying to get my thoughts together. “Yes- yes!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the table. “Hey! Alias has to be home soon so- me and her are going to get going.”

She let go of my hand. We kept looking at each other, smiling. Olivia was the first to speak up. “Did you two finally figure it out?” ..What? “What?-” Jane next. “Figure out that you like each other,” Cyn gasped, slapping Jane's shoulder. Jane looked offended, the bird brains and Olivia started laughing, and Nancy was rolling her eyes at the pinning. “I didn't tell her yet!-” Jane was smiling, hiding behind Olivia. “I'm sorry! I thought she knew because of how you were acting-”

Olivia rolled her eyes smiling at them both. “Go have fun you two- We’ll see you at school tomorrow?” Cynthia grabbed my hand dragging me off the platform. “Yeah yeah! Expect us both with a few new accessories!” She was walking backwards pointing at her neck and winking to the table, getting some whistles back from the T-Birds and a- “Hey that's still my sister!- I’ll kill you Cynthia-” -from Shy Guy. I hit Cyn in the head, Obviously flustered by her comment.

We got outside quickly, Throwing our Pink Lady jackets and our helmets on, climbing on the back of her bike. I clung to her waist and made sure my skirt wouldn't fly up. “You good back there pretty girl?” Her voice was a bit weary, like she was afraid to use the name. “I'm good, Hit the road!” I pulled the goggles to my helmet down, grabbing onto the sides of the backseat as my handles and letting the wind hit my body, just enjoying the feeling.

PT.2! Fallin' for ya

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Spin the bottle O'Clock

Synopsis - Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle at dots party, after the T-birds and us crash a party, Me and Nancy are ready to get it started but we're stopped by a game on spin the bottle, why does it keep getting worse after?

Masterlist

WARNINGS! - VAUGE DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSULT.

Request - Nope

Word Count - 4.1k (4'111 angel number :D)

Speak Ali! - please be careful reading this, don't trigger yourself. (The gif got me on my knees-)

Olivia, Nancy, Jane and I stood by the fireplace of the Dot household.

“This party is a drag,” Nancy spoke in a bored tone, her shoulder to mine as we lent against the pillar. “I hear that-'' She grabbed my forearm, pulling me to stand up straight. “What do you want to get up to?” interlacing her arm with mine, both of us perked up. We knew we had the same idea. “We could snoop in the medicine cabinet-” But as we started to walk away, we got pulled back by Olivia. “Nancy, Alias, we're here on a mission.”

Jane was looking nervous beside her, fidgeting with her fingers while trying to build up the guts to blackmail Buddy. “Maybe I should talk to him tomorrow-” Olivia interrupted her immediately, making Nancy and I wait, begrudgingly we went back to our original position. “Don't chicken out now! Come on, go get him alone, go!” She pushed her into the crowd softly with a smile.

Meanwhile, Nancy and I finally took our chance to escape. “We're gonna go find the fuse box, just in case we need to cut the power and cause some chaos.” We heard Olivia trying to stop us, but she can blame us? This is boring. We needed something fun to do!

“Gather round party people!” Me and Nancy stopped our short search to look at each other with annoyed faces. “It’s spin the bottle O’clock!” We both sighed and made our way to the circle that was starting to form where the couch previously was. I saw my brother - Shy Guy try to urge Cynthia to come and play as she was standing in the cut off of the circle but she made a big motion with her head as if calling him stupid for even suggesting it.

I knew he wanted to kiss her, he didn't know we were together yet, so I couldn't blame him for thinking he still had a chance, but she's my girlfriend so he doesn't. We made a deal that is was fair game since we liked the same girl. Her eyes darted to me after and a smug smile curled on her face, and I just knew it was ‘cause I was already looking at her.

“LISTEN UP! Foe’s I want a good, Clean game. keep your hands to yourself,” She patted her hands on her knees. “your lips pursed” She squished her cheeks together, it was absolutely adorable. “and if you land on someone ugly- just close your eyes and think of abe lincoln.” That made some people laugh, myself included.

She kneeled down to Jane, having a one sided conversation with her before popping right back up. “LET THE DEPRAVITY’S COMMENCE!” and set the bottle in the middle of the circle.

It started with Neil who got the girl in the white and red dress with a thin black belt. They made out for a minute, he grabbed her boob like the disgusting ass pervert he is. Dot went after, spinning the bottle and it landed on herself. Someone else spun they kissed, Richie spun he kissed the same girl as Neil, buddy spun and got Susan of course, Nancy spun and landed on Neil which I think almost made her throw up, especially when she looked back and Neil was doing kissy faces. “Pass.” Cynthia looked at her like she was crazy, standing up. “Pass?! You can’t pass!” Nancy shrugged, sitting back down. “STRIKEEE ONE!” Cynthia said like a baseball announcer.

Dot spun once again, again landing on herself. “This bottle is broken.” She sighed sorrowfully. Cynthia quickly moved on, trying to get Jane an in. “Ain't that a bite! Ok Jane, batter up!” Neil interrupted before Jane could even reach to get up to spin the bottle the bottle. “Wait wait- Alias over there hasn't gone yet.” I looked around like I was clueless. “Alias has gone- She uhh- Kissed Richie-” Cynthia looked aggravated that her plan to just skip over me wasn't working. She was trying to make an excuse that was definitely falling through.

I could see Olivia smirking at me from the corner of my eye, she knew what Cynthia was avoiding. Anyone could tell Cynthia was avoiding it. Richie shrugged with a smug smile, obviously fucking with Cynthia. “I don't remember it-” That aggravated attitude got Richie a glare. “It's fine Cyn, I can spin.”

She was glaring at me now, her hands in her pockets, and a pout on her face. I could tell she really didn't want to watch me kiss anyone else. “Fine! Alias, batter up.” But unlike the batter up Jane got mine was a lot less excited. And more aggressive not towards me but definitely to the bottle. I could feel her staring at me, It sent a chill down my back.

I spun the bottle, watched it spin twice and prayed to god it wouldn't land on a T-bird, then it landed on Buddy, someone even worse. “I hate this game.” I rolled my eyes and crawled over to Buddy, closing my eyes and giving him a quick peck and pulling back immediately.

“Hey! That doesn't count, it has to last longer than three seconds.” Neil practically yelled. I sighed and put my hand out in front of Cynthia because I could see her going to lunge at him, she was getting angrier by the seconds. I waited a second to see if Buddy was ok with it and kissed him again. Cynthia now stood in between us counting each second, sounding more and more aggravated with each number. I was pulling back as soon as she got to three.

The second I pulled away from the kiss, I spit into Buddy's cup and wiped my mouth, turning to Niel with a scowl. “You wanted a show, there's your show, slut.” Gaspes went around the circle, Some of them were from the ladies and T-birds who were proud, others were from the Socs who were offended. Niel looked pissed but I just ignored it.

I simply rolled my eyes and sat back down on the floor, next to where Nancy was supposed to be sitting but she seems to have disappeared. Cynthia looked SO pissed, down right ready to murder. She pulled me up and out of my spot in the circle to sit next to her on the couch.

“Finally! Jane batter up!” Jane grabbed the bottle spinning it, it spun twice and landed in between Richie and Buddy. Both Susan and Cynthia got on the floor to see which one but of course Cynthia went for the save. “It's a dead-heat.” She stood back up and went back to her spot behind Jane and infront of me.

“Chef's choice.” The boys started Oooh’ing, I already knew Jane was going to pick Buddy, but I can hope she’d pick Richie instead. “Buddy! And I want to do seven minutes in heaven.” Niel patted Buddy on the shoulder. “Attaboy!” Again, disgusting ass pervert. “A lot you politicians can get done in Seven minutes.”

Susan the fucking kill joy, picked the bottle up pointing it at Jane. “We can't just go changing the rules!” Cynthia, again came to the rescue. “Sure we can!” She set the bottle back in the middle. “Seven minutes in heaven is now on the table.” Jane and Buddy got up and walked to the closet getting whistles as they left.

Everyone sat back down waiting for Jane and Buddy so we continued the game. “Alright! Gilly, it's all yours.” Gil popped his collar and spun the bottle, it landed on Olivia, and as he crawled over to her, Cynthia pantsed him. Everyone was laughing and just to rub it in, Cynthia said. “Ha! Nice skid marks.” Making Gil pop.

“What the hell, Cynthia.” He was talking angry but quiet at first which isn't a good sign, I stood up to try and maybe get a hold of this before it got bad but it kept going before I could do anything. “Don't get mad, it was just a goof, I'm sure Olivia’s seen worse undies right?” She looked around the circle like she was asking. Then Gil exploded, and said it.

“Why can’t you act like a normal girl.” Cynthia's face dropped and so did mine. Olivia stood up right as Cyn was leaving, she went to go after her but I stopped it. Turning to Gil I spoke in the calmest voice I could. “I understand your angry but I swear to the heavens above Gil the next time you say some shit to her, It better be a fucking apology.” I kicked the back of his knee and ran off after Cynthia.

When I found Cynthia, she was in a dark hallway curled up on herself, I didn't hesitate to sit beside her, grab her hand and pull her into me. Letting her cry into my chest. “I'm so sorry Cyn, but it's not true..you're not, not a normal girl? But you're also not a normal girl! You're you! and that's all-” Jane came down the hallway so we had to separate a bit, Cynthia wiped her tears and I wiped the wet stains from the tears on my shirt. She put her comb back in her sock making me giggle at how stupid it looked. We both stood up walking towards Jane. “So did you do it? Did you expose that lying bastard?”

Olivia and Nancy followed a bit after Jane came in. “I couldn't!” Jane let out an exhausted sigh and Nancy looked pissed. “Why not!” When Buddy walked past the hallway to grab his keys he looked at all of us and we glared back. “He deserves to go down!” Nancy whispered as soon as he was out of view. “Which is it! It wouldn't be him who goes down..” Jane looked tired, we all looked tired honestly. But Olivia spoke what we couldn't say. “It’d be Susan.”

Jane started pacing up and down a small portion of the hallway. “He cheats on tests, he's cool! He smokes reefer, He's cool. He goes all the way with Susan..” She looked defeated. “He's cool.” Olivia finished it off. “And she's a slut.” She looked back at Me, and then to the girls in front of her. “Just like us.” Cynthia finally spoke up. “I don't understand girls.” - “What?!” Jane was confused but I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“If Buddy did to me what he did to you? He’d be at home right now crying to his mommy with a fat lip!” She made an uppercut motion with her hand. “What do you think happened to the guy who started that rumor about Alias? He sure as hell ain't at this school anymore!” I snapped my head over to Cynthia confused. “You did that!”

She looked away from me guiltily. Olivia spoke up before I could say anything else. “I should probably get home before my mom finds out I snuck out.” Nancy and me both sighed, looking at each other exhausted. “But it's barely 11!”

Cynthia grabbed my hand dragging me down the hallway with her. “Let's make it like a tree and leaf.” I almost snorted at her joke if it weren't for the fact I almost hit my hand on the table from her recklessness when dragging me. “And I don't wanna see Gil's rat face either!” I took my hand back from Cynthia and walked over to Nancy. We both let out these long, exaggerated, frustrated groans. I let her speak first. “Ya know I was excited about coming to this party tonight, because I thought we would all have fun.” Then I continued. “But instead all ANY of you have done all night is obsess over stupid.” I let her finish off the sentence. “Boys.”

Cynthia looked offended, “Don't look at me.” Nancy snapped right back. “Here's looking right at ya kid!” I rolled my eyes and took a step closer to Cyn. “You spent the whole night obsessing over impressing the T-Birds!” Nancy gave me an appreciative look. “Boys!” She finished for me again.

“Yeah! Because none of you laugh at my jokes and I'm hilarious!” I looked around at the other three a bit offended, because I do in fact, laugh at her jokes! “But I guess I'm too girl to be one of the boys, and too boy to be one of the girls.” I sighed and nodded understanding where she's coming from. “I give up, I’m going there-” When she started walking away, Jane went after her, comforting her in the mantle space.

Olivia blocked my view of the two but I tried to keep an eye out. “Alias, Nancy I think you’re both just a little upset over, spin the bottle.” We both laughed. “Why would ‘spin the bottle’ upset us?” I answered for us both, looking at Nancy confused. Olivia moved circles with her hands. “'cause you two, never kissed a boy before.” I started laughing, and Nancy just looked Gobsmacked. “Are you kidding? We’ve kissed every boy at this party.” She made a motion going back and forth from us.

Olivia's mouth dropped, Cynthia's head practically spun off its axis to look at me, and Jane looked confused. “huh?-” - “What?” - “What!” All of them looked surprised.

Nancy used the chair to get onto the table and I sat in the chair itself. “Back in junior high, we had these parties all the time.” - “She went with Edith and Ellen, I went with Maria and Kt- All the Soc guys were there.” - “Kissing is fine! It's a Lark.” and I started giggling looking at how surprised they were at me. Cynthia looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “I was an in denial Lesbian who had a massive crush on her best friend, I kissed to take the pain away!” I dramatically laid a hand on my forehead leaning back onto Nancy's legs, who started laughing at how stupid I looked.

“But the best part is creating a brutal rating system with your friends afterwards!” I leaned my head back to give her a high five, both of us laughing. Jane spoke up. “So…you two kissed Buddy?” Nancy nodded. “Like 15 times.” I started laughing thinking back to spin the bottle. “16 times for me now.” Cynthia did not look happy at that reference, maybe a little jealous (a lot a jealous). “Solid B..minus.” Jane looked a little upset. “just being honest..” I looked up to her with my eyebrow furrowed. “Really? I gave him a C..”

She looked down to me unsurprised. “Alias you never gave anyone over a C.” I put my hands up in defeat. “And that's why you all weren't surprised when I said I was a lesbian!” - Nancy sighed from above me. “Now everyone takes boys so seriously” She dragged out her words, obviously using it to tell us she finds it stupid.

I stood up from the chair. Letting my hand out dramatically, bowing so Nancy could get up. “Just imagine how fun this party would be, if we could go backwards! do it all, without boys.” She said boys like it was venom in her mouth. The four of us followed after her, looking into the glass doors.

– I can't do this song. I'm sorry but it's too much to explain and I don't wanna do it dirty. –

While they were daydreaming about a world without boys I was going to find the fun!

If I knew the fun meant getting assaulted, I don't think I would’ve left.

I found the boys spiking the punch so I said something and then they got angry, and I tried to fight back but it was three against one, and they can do a lot in a minute. Like grope you in places you don't want to be touched by anyone other than your girlfriend…and they definitely are not Cynthia.

Cynthia –

I leaned against the table Nancy sat on at one point continuing to think about how amazing it would be without boys. So many women, So many pretty, pretty women. “Yeah that sounds nice.” Olivia leaned against the wall at the front of the hallway. I stood up straight and had to do a double take to look at the glass doors, spotting Neil and his friends spiking the punch.

“Hey come look at this-” I whispered, using my fingers to motion them over. looking inside there were three boys spiking the punch, and if you stood up just a bit more, you could see MY girlfriend, sitting on the floor, shaking. Her button up shirt was opened and a bra strap pulled down, she had scratch marks on her arm and looked so dead inside. “I'm going to fucking murder them-” I was beyond angry, i'm going to put my foot so far up their asses it’ll come out of their fucking mouths and then put them in jail for the most disgusting fucking crime!

“Holy shit, is that Alias?” - “They’ve gone way too low, even for those bottom feeders.” Nancy looked murderous too. “Boys will be boys.” Olivia said sarcastically, mocking the people who defended this shit. “I'm not sitting here-” When I went to run to get Alias, Jane stopped me by grabbing my arm. “Cynthia, wait!- If they try anything else we’ll go get her, but for right now we’ll wait for them to leave and then you can be her knight in shining armor, it's safer for us all.” I moved her hand off my shoulder and corrected her. “I'm her stable girl.” I got looks but just shrugged it off pissed that I was stopped in the first place.

Jane moved over to the other side of the doors. “Maybe we can't prove that Buddy's not a good guy..But we can do something about these jerks..right now.” I couldn't take my eyes away from the glass door, I had to make sure she was ok, or that at least they wouldn't do anything else. “What do you have in mind?” I spoke, never looking away. Nancy spoke up next, talking to me. “You had a pretty good idea earlier.” I still didn't look away from Alias on the other side who had closed her eyes at this point. But I was thoroughly confused

Alias –

I did not expect to see Olivia walk into the room, I was so hopeful. But then she started flirting with the boys? She walked in, said follow me to the boys in a seductive tone and winked at me as she left. A few seconds later though, The one person I wanted to see walked in. “Alias! Are you ok? Oh my god- I'm gonna fucking kill them, if they ever lay another hand on you I will find the most painful way for them to crash and burn in hell!”

Cynthia grabbed my hand and kissed it softly, she was so gentle with me, making sure to be careful where she touched. We spoke with our eyes for the rest of the time. When she looked down at my shirt, I nodded saying it was ok if she rebuttoned it. When she kept staring at me, I kissed her softly, enjoying the feeling of her against me. No one but her, Only. Her.

She took her flannel off, and put it on me. Kissed my cheek softly and asked with her eyes before hugging me tightly. “I'm so sorry- I should’ve been there- I should-” I put a hand over her mouth. “I'm not your responsibility, I'm my own responsibility. I shouldn't have left you guys anyways-”

She sighed, hugging me again. “Do you wanna do anything? Go to the police-” - “No!- They will never believe me if I do- especially since i’m a mexican, they’ll probably just think i'm high on coke or something..” Cynthia sighed and I did too. Leaning my head against her chest, she ran her hands through my hair. We kissed one more time. It was closed mouth and gentle, her hands held my waist and our bodies were pulled together, my hands were in her hair and she pulled me so close I was sitting on her lap.

In the moment I felt as light as a feather, like I was soaring in the sky because of how good I felt compared to minutes ago where I felt like I would rather be dead than be in that situation again.

Nancy walked in making a face at the fact we were sucking face in the middle of a room. “Hey!” Finally noticing Nancy walk in the room we pulled away from each other. “Princess, stable girl! We have people to fuck up.” I looked at them both confused. “You’ll see.” I stood up, pulling Cynthia’s flannel around me a little more to get comfortable walking again.

When we walked out the room, Nancy, Olivia, and Jane were all by Dots dad’s study, Tying the door locked. Olivia doing a stupidly complicated knot very fast. When she turned around and saw shocked faces, she said - “What, I was a girl scout.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You're something special, you know that?” Jane spoke surprised, making Olivia smile.

There were a few tugs on the door handle, and one of the boys was speaking. “Hey let us out of here, what's the big idea?” Jane spoke first. “The idea is that you spiked the punch with alcohol and assaulted our friend.” Olivia next. “So we spiked your alcohol with Caster Oli!” - “What?!”

I started laughing leaning on Cynthia. “I love you guys.” They all smiled at me. “Don't worry! It's a safe and effective dose!” Nancy pulled me up and we both spoke at the same time in the same voice, doing the same over dramatic motions. “It's no big deal!” Cynthia behind me tried not to laugh as she spoke. “Just something to loosen you up!” The boys were begging to get out.

“You're right it's not funny to put something in somebody's drink to make them out of control of their body!” Cynthia put her elbows on me and Nancy's shoulders. “Thank god you two snooped in those medicine cabinets.”

Me and Nancy both looked at each other concerned. “Dot's mom has a lot of pills.” I nodded in agreement. The three started to bang on the door violently, All three of them started yelling. “Let us out you Pink-O tramps!” We all grabbed someone's hand and ran out of the house laughing our asses off.

“Added to the list, Pink-O Tramps!” Nancy yelled walking down the street. “The Pink-O Tramps, now that is a jacket!” Jane added on. “Why not! Everyone already thinks we're such bad girls!” She spoke in an accent. Cynthia put her arm around my shoulders as we walked, pulling me closer into her. “We're not girls, we're Ladies.”

While Nancy swished her ‘hair’ behind her back I did a few steps and curtsied to them all as they walked before getting back into rhythm with them, or with Cynthia at least when she put her arm around my shoulders again. “The pink ladies.” Jane said from a few feet behind us. Cynthia looked skeptical at first but when I started giggling at the name with a smile, she gave in. “Fine! I'll consider it!- on a trial basis!” I let myself break out in full laughter and kissed her cheek a few times. Soon she was laughing along with me and the other girls.

“So Jane? You think a Pink lady can become president?” Jane looked exhausted at the reminder. “I've spent so much time just trying to prove that I'm the good guy, and Buddys the bad guy! And I'm realizing that sometimes, you gotta be bad to do good.” I nodded at her with a smile making Jane smile back.

“That is not a bad campaign slogan, for the leader of a girl gang!” Nancy did this excited little dance, and Jane took out a bobby pin from her hair. “Anyone up for..stopping by the school?” All of us were smiling. “Let's go.”

I put my hands in the back pocket of Cynthia's jeans smiling and twirled her around to face me, pulling her into a kiss. “We're gonna rule the school this year, Cyn.” She smiled, pulling me in again. “Fuck yeah we are.” By the time we were done, the girls were calling us. “COME ON LOVE BIRDS!” - “YEAH STOP KISSING” - “WERE GONNA START WITHOUT YOU!” We were both laughing at that point, running after the girls who were walking off without us.

It's going to be hard to go to school tomorrow, or get home and explain to my siblings why I have red hand marks on me when i give them baths, or why I flinch away from my "dad"s touch. But I have my girls, and thats all I need to walk into school with my head high tomorrow.

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