Fic: "Five Pies That Can't Be Uneaten," 1/1, Greek, Casey/Cappie
angel_grace had a hankering for some Greek fic, so I wrote some! As a side note, I have just discovered that the evil, slutty, bad girl on the show, Rebecca, is played by Dilshad Vadsaria... who is Indian! Rebecca? Decidedly not an Indian character. Is this one of those cases where we call it "color blind casting" or is it "passing" because she's light-skinned enough for it to not be obvious? Hmm.
Title: "Five Pies That Can't Be Uneaten" 1/1
Author: monimala
Fandom: Greek
Rating/Classification: PG-13 for one dirty word, Casey/Cappie, angst, humor.
Disclaimer: I have no idea who owns the characters. ABC Family, perhaps?
Summary: 700 words. Spoilers through ep. 1.7, "Multiple Choice." The title pretty much says it all. 5 pies that Casey and Cappie probably wish they hadn't eaten, but that's not how life works.
Apple.
They ate apple pie in bed after the first time they did it. To be fair, it wasn't technically pie… it was the 2-for-1 turnover deal from McDs because Cappie only had a dollar in his pocket when they walked past, but when Casey cuddled up next to him, feeling strange and sore and kind of stupid, it didn't seem to matter, because Cappie was there and he tasted like apples and cinnamon and he licked the crumbs from the hollow of her throat.
To this day, she never eats a McDonalds apple pie without thinking of him. To this day, she doesn't eat them at all, because she doesn’t want Evan to taste that memory on her tongue.
Cherry.
They should've had cherry their first time. This is what Cappie declares when they're actively *not* studying for their English honors midterm, watching The Princess Bride and digging into the Mrs. Smith's frozen pie he nearly burned in the floor's kitchenette. The crust is black, but the cherries inside are hot and perfect and juicy and when she burns her mouth, Cappie leans in and blows on her lips to put out the fire.
"That doesn't work, silly."
"Seems to be working just fine to me," he drawls, before mumbling, "As you wish," and tumbling with her off the bed.
Banana crème.
He hits her in the face with a banana crème pie when she's working the booth at the Zeta Beta's spring carnival. It's really all just whipped cream on paper plates, not even actual pies, but he won't take no for an answer and she's laughing, seriously laughing, when he flips open the lid of the white bakery box and winds up like a major league pitcher.
"And it's Cappie with a screw ball worthy of the Three Stooges!" he brags as she sticks her head through the cardboard cutout hole and closes her eyes.
She doesn't notice until after he's kissed her face clean of the yellowy filling, his hand halfway down her shirt to catch the frosting, that none of her sisters are nearly as amused.
"Oh, come on, it was for a good cause," she reminds them, later.
That's the same thing they tell her the day they ask her to break up with him. "It's for a good cause."
Pecan.
He eats an entire pecan pie himself the night Casey breaks it off. The whole fucking thing. He chases it with Guinness, watching "Point Break," and pretending it's the total bummer, like whoa, of Johnny betraying Bodhi, that makes him ralph into the trashcan and cry at the same time.
At least, that's what he tells Evan, who spends most of the movie sitting out on the windowsill and texting some chick on his cell phone.
It's not until about seven months later, when he's facing down a pecan pie at Thanksgiving, and seriously contemplating Japanese ritual suicide so he doesn't have to eat it, that he realizes "some chick" was Casey.
That, for Evan, "some chick" was Casey all along.
Total bummer. Like whoa.
Apple again.
The night Casey's dreams come true, with a handsome, ambitious guy who loves her lavaliere-ing her while her sisters are looking on with pride, there is a tiny piece of honeyed apple caught in her teeth. Even as Evan's kissing her and she's got her arms wrapped around his neck, she can taste the sweetness of it lodged somewhere between her molars.
Which is weird, because she brushed and flossed and Listerine-d after Cappie. She's not… she's not the kind of girl who goes around kissing guys indiscriminately, okay? But that was Cappie and she *brushed*, but she still tastes him and the memory she never wanted to share this way with Evan.
When she opens her eyes, it's almost not a surprise that Cappie is across the quad. That he's watching her. That he salutes her with his drink and that smile.
She wonders if he only had a dollar in his pocket.
If he bought soda after lingering on something else first. The 2-for-1 deal. The one she can't have, no matter how much she wishes she could make it work.
--end--
August 21, 2007
Title: "Five Pies That Can't Be Uneaten" 1/1
Author: monimala
Fandom: Greek
Rating/Classification: PG-13 for one dirty word, Casey/Cappie, angst, humor.
Disclaimer: I have no idea who owns the characters. ABC Family, perhaps?
Summary: 700 words. Spoilers through ep. 1.7, "Multiple Choice." The title pretty much says it all. 5 pies that Casey and Cappie probably wish they hadn't eaten, but that's not how life works.
Apple.
They ate apple pie in bed after the first time they did it. To be fair, it wasn't technically pie… it was the 2-for-1 turnover deal from McDs because Cappie only had a dollar in his pocket when they walked past, but when Casey cuddled up next to him, feeling strange and sore and kind of stupid, it didn't seem to matter, because Cappie was there and he tasted like apples and cinnamon and he licked the crumbs from the hollow of her throat.
To this day, she never eats a McDonalds apple pie without thinking of him. To this day, she doesn't eat them at all, because she doesn’t want Evan to taste that memory on her tongue.
Cherry.
They should've had cherry their first time. This is what Cappie declares when they're actively *not* studying for their English honors midterm, watching The Princess Bride and digging into the Mrs. Smith's frozen pie he nearly burned in the floor's kitchenette. The crust is black, but the cherries inside are hot and perfect and juicy and when she burns her mouth, Cappie leans in and blows on her lips to put out the fire.
"That doesn't work, silly."
"Seems to be working just fine to me," he drawls, before mumbling, "As you wish," and tumbling with her off the bed.
Banana crème.
He hits her in the face with a banana crème pie when she's working the booth at the Zeta Beta's spring carnival. It's really all just whipped cream on paper plates, not even actual pies, but he won't take no for an answer and she's laughing, seriously laughing, when he flips open the lid of the white bakery box and winds up like a major league pitcher.
"And it's Cappie with a screw ball worthy of the Three Stooges!" he brags as she sticks her head through the cardboard cutout hole and closes her eyes.
She doesn't notice until after he's kissed her face clean of the yellowy filling, his hand halfway down her shirt to catch the frosting, that none of her sisters are nearly as amused.
"Oh, come on, it was for a good cause," she reminds them, later.
That's the same thing they tell her the day they ask her to break up with him. "It's for a good cause."
Pecan.
He eats an entire pecan pie himself the night Casey breaks it off. The whole fucking thing. He chases it with Guinness, watching "Point Break," and pretending it's the total bummer, like whoa, of Johnny betraying Bodhi, that makes him ralph into the trashcan and cry at the same time.
At least, that's what he tells Evan, who spends most of the movie sitting out on the windowsill and texting some chick on his cell phone.
It's not until about seven months later, when he's facing down a pecan pie at Thanksgiving, and seriously contemplating Japanese ritual suicide so he doesn't have to eat it, that he realizes "some chick" was Casey.
That, for Evan, "some chick" was Casey all along.
Total bummer. Like whoa.
Apple again.
The night Casey's dreams come true, with a handsome, ambitious guy who loves her lavaliere-ing her while her sisters are looking on with pride, there is a tiny piece of honeyed apple caught in her teeth. Even as Evan's kissing her and she's got her arms wrapped around his neck, she can taste the sweetness of it lodged somewhere between her molars.
Which is weird, because she brushed and flossed and Listerine-d after Cappie. She's not… she's not the kind of girl who goes around kissing guys indiscriminately, okay? But that was Cappie and she *brushed*, but she still tastes him and the memory she never wanted to share this way with Evan.
When she opens her eyes, it's almost not a surprise that Cappie is across the quad. That he's watching her. That he salutes her with his drink and that smile.
She wonders if he only had a dollar in his pocket.
If he bought soda after lingering on something else first. The 2-for-1 deal. The one she can't have, no matter how much she wishes she could make it work.
--end--
August 21, 2007