Coconut Bra, One-shot
Title: Coconut Bra
Author: luckyj52587
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rob/Kristen, Jackson/Ashley, Peter/Nikki friendship
A/N: Originally written anonymously for withoutdrowning's Spring Break Fic-a-thon
Prompt: R/K, J/A, P/N fluff
Nikki pouted, her cell phone pressed against her ear, as her call went to voicemail. “Hey, this is Jackson. Leave a message.”
Nikki pressed the end button. Kristen had disappeared and Nikki was bored. The Twilight cast was in Vancouver for pre-production. Nikki had been excited to see everyone again for the filming of New Moon, but now she felt lonely. Where was Kristen? She had told Nikki she couldn’t do anything tonight. Why wasn’t Jackson answering his phone? Coming to a decision, Nikki decided to track Jackson down. She was sure he was in his room, fiddling with his guitar. And if he was, it wasn’t unlike him to ignore his phone. She walked down the hallway towards the stairwell. Maybe Ashley’s around, Nikki thought, and she dialed Ashley’s number as she headed upstairs.
But Ashley didn’t answer either. When her voicemail came on, Nikki stopped at the top of the stairs as a realization hit: Ashley was most likely with Jackson. Heaving a sigh, Nikki headed back down the stairs. Nikki considered Jackson one of her better friends onset, but she knew he would be mad at her if she interrupted him and Ashley. People taking away from his time with Ashley was one of the few things Jackson got pissy about.
Lost in thought, Nikki didn’t notice another costar standing in the hallway. “Earth to Nikki,” came a voice.
Nikki looked up, surprised, and saw Peter in front of the door to his room. A smile spread across her face. “Peter!” she said happily. “What are you up to?”
He cocked a brow at her enthusiastic greeting and used his keycard to open his door. “About to make some dinner,” he said.
It wasn’t until then that Nikki noticed the grocery bags he was carrying in his left hand. “Come on,” he said, holding the door open so Nikki could come in. “I’ll make you some dinner.”
Nikki grinned. She chattered away as Peter prepared dinner, keeping him company in the kitchenette. They sat down together and, after taking her first bite of the pasta, Nikki pretended to swoon. “Oh my God, Peter. This is great. You know, you should cook a big dinner for everyone.”
“Yeah, I was thinking about organizing something,” he agreed.
“Too bad it’s too early for a St. Patrick’s Day party,” Nikki mused aloud, twirling a noodle around her fork. “We could have had a theme party.”
“Oh, now it’s ‘we’?” Peter joked.
“Obviously, Peter. A good party has a host and a hostess.”
Peter pursed his lips in thought. “We could still have a theme dinner.”
Nikki wrinkled her nose. “It’s the beginning of March. No holidays.”
To Nikki’s surprise, Peter grinned. “Actually, there’s a great thing to celebrate in March. Something none of you probably ever did, since you all didn’t go to college.”
“What?” Nikki asked.
“Spring break.”
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“I’m not dressing up, Nikki,” Kristen said into her phone.
From across the room, Rob made a face. Kristen and Rob were in Rob’s room. Nikki had informed everyone onset this morning that she and Peter were hosting a spring break party, and they were all required to attend. Themed parties were not something Kristen enjoyed, but she supposed wearing a lei and drinking a strawberry daiquiri wouldn’t be that bad. Now, however, Nikki was trying to get her to wear a bikini or something equally revealing. According to Nikki, girls on spring break dressed slutty.
“But Stew - “
“No,” Kristen said for what felt like the hundredth time.
Nikki heaved a sigh. “Fine. You’re going to be the only one who’s not going along with the theme though.”
“Fine.”
“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
Kristen tossed her phone on the bed. “So what was bothering Nikki this time?” Rob asked, coming over to Kristen and sliding his hands down her arms.
Kristen rolled her eyes. “She’s mad I won’t dress up.”
Rob’s face scrunched up in puzzlement. “Dress up? For the party?”
“Yeah. Apparently I’m supposed to dress like a slut.”
Rob smirked at her. “I think you should go along with what Nikki says you should do.”
Kristen crossed her arms, fighting a smile as she looked at him. “Oh really.”
One of Rob’s hands wandered down to cup her ass. “You could wear a short skirt,” he suggested.
Kristen just looked at him, unmoving. Rob brought his other hand up and placed it over her heart. “Or a low-cut shirt. I’m sure Nikki has one you could borrow.”
Kristen bit her lip to keep from smiling. Her amusement showed in her eyes, though, and Rob grinned as he offered another idea, his hand moving to cover her breast. “What about that bikini you have with the marijuana - “
“Shut up,” Kristen cut him off, playfully shoving his hand away from her chest, but she was laughing now.
Rob took a step towards Kristen, and she took one back. “You can’t just tell someone to shut up, you rude American,” he said.
He advanced again, and she retreated. “I’m pretty sure straight out telling someone they’re rude is frowned on, you limey,” Kristen retorted.
Rob moved towards her, a teasing glint in his eye, and Kristen stepped back - only to feel the back of her knees hit the bed. She stumbled, awkwardly falling onto the bed, and Rob let out a shout of laughter. Kristen tried to sit up and glare at him, but instead she was jostled when he jumped and landed on the mattress next to her. He propped himself up on one arm, and Kristen elbowed him. “Ouch,” he complained.
He tapped his mouth. “Kiss it better.”
Kristen smiled. “That’s not where I hit you.”
He leaned in as he answered, “It’ll still make me feel better. Come on, love, give me a kiss.”
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Ashley wadded the pillow into a ball and laid her head on it so she could see Jackson as she spoke. They were lying in bed together and, having just had sex, both were completely naked. “What are you wearing to Nikki and Peter’s party?” Ashley asked him.
“I don’t know. Clothes, I guess. I was going to go like this, but…”
Ashley giggled, and Jackson smiled. He liked making her laugh. A lot of girls laughed at his corny jokes, but Ashley would only raise her eyebrows when he tried to be funny to impress her. Apparently his sisters were right; he wasn’t as hilarious as he thought he was. And Jackson liked that Ashley didn’t titter over everything he said just to boost his ego. He had, however, quickly learned that telling embarrassing stories from his past could always get her to laugh. “What are you wearing?” he asked her. “Coconut bikini?”
“Very funny,” Ashley said dryly.
He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “Is that a no?”
“That’s a no.”
“I’ve worn one.”
Ashley stared at him for a moment. Jackson had a grin on his face, but she could tell from his eyes he was being completely serious. “You wore a coconut bikini,” she repeated slowly, trying to wrap her mind around the idea.
His grin widened. “Yeah.”
Ashley burst into laughter. “Oh my God,” she managed to choke out. “Why?”
Jackson chuckled. Ashley’s mirth was contagious. “For a show we put on in high school,” he replied.
“I’m trying to imagine it,” she said, her laughter dying down but a large smile remaining on her face.
“I wore it with a grass skirt,” Jackson elaborated.
Ashley giggled. “So,” she said, a teasing glint coming into her eye. “Was this a kilt situation? What did you wear under it?”
Jackson’s grin turned wicked. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
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Nikki and Peter stood together, glancing around Peter’s room. No one had bothered to dress up. Dinner had been eaten. Daiquiris and piña coladas had been downed. The room was hazed with cigarette smoke. Jackson had brought a ukulele - why he had brought the instrument from LA to Vancouver was anyone’s guess - and had played random songs during the party.
Rob and Kristen had remained side-by-side all night. Sometimes they whispered to each other, sometimes they spoke with Taylor or Ashley, but always they were within arms reach of one another. Jackson and Ashley, on the other hand, circled each other. Ashley would be talking and laughing with Rachelle, while Jackson would chat with Liz and play his ukulele. Then Ashley would join Jackson’s and Liz’s conversation, or Jackson would go stand next to Ashley and she would lay her head on his shoulder as he played a song. And throughout the evening, little looks between the two would be shared.
“So?” Peter asked, putting his arm around Nikki’s shoulders. “Are you pleased with your party?”
Nikki looked up at him and grinned. “Our party,” she corrected.
Peter smiled. “Our party.”
