All I Want is You - Part 14
Title: All I Want is You - Part 14
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1256 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha spends the day trying on clothes. She starts with the oldest pieces in her closet - dresses. It makes her realize how long it has been since she bought a new one.
First, she tries on her old favourite - bright and rainbow striped. It still fits her well and in fact, she likes the way she looks in it now much better than she used to but decides it would be too much of a splash for her brother’s birthday. No need to shock them all into oblivion right away - though it would likely distract from her guest.
Next, she tries on some of her old baggy pants - this is just for fun. They fall down as soon as she puts them on and she begins to wonder how she ever kept them on years ago when she wore them. She checks in the pockets and finds an old bill, some long accumulated lint balls and a crumpled piece of receipt paper. Unfolding it to see what she purchased, she finds a several numbers scribbled on the back.
She smiles when she reads Lindsay’s scrawled name followed by a phone number and a cute doodle. The girl had given her the number when they first met - their connection was automatic and Samantha had asked her to write it down as an excuse to invite her into the DJ booth. By the end of that night, they had fallen into bed together and there was no need for awkward phone calls.
Lindsay’s number has changed countless times since this first exchange but seeing this makes her want to call. In fact, she wishes she had found this months ago and had been brave enough to call.
After trying on several of her old outfits, she pulls out a hanger with an outfit her mother bought her two birthdays ago - a dark skirt that stops an inch or two above her kneecaps and a faded blue and black short-sleeved tank top, flowy with a v-neck. She decides with the right bra, she might look feminine enough but also feel a bit like herself.
She finds a pair of black flats she’s never worn from her shoe closet. Of course, she’ll feel slightly lost without her Supras but one night won’t kill her. Besides, if she can impress her mother with her reversion back to femininity, it will take some of the heat off of her decision to invite Lindsay.
The phone rings. Assuming it is Lindsay, she slides across the floor in sock feet to grab her Blackberry. “Hey you,” she says without looking at the number.
“Hi darling, it’s mum. Was wondering if you could pick us up from the airport tomorrow and take us to Mark’s shindig. Charlotte forgot to make reservations for a rental and now we’re stuck - and you know how I feel about the cab drivers in LA - yuck!”
Samantha holds her breath. Murphy’s law - if something can go wrong, it will. And it has.
“Actually mom, I’ve sorta got-“ she begins.
“Great, our plane lands at 7 and Mark’s party starts at 9. We’ll need to stop at your house to freshen up and then go from there. Kisses, love.” Her mother hangs up and Samantha sighs. She absolutely cannot take Lindsay, her mother and Charlotte to Mark’s party in one car. How can she manage to be in two places at once?
She grumbles, wiggling out of the skirt and top. After turning off all the lights, she flops onto her bed and covers her eyes with her palms. No sense stewing over it now; she’ll sleep on it and find a way to fix things in the morning.
Samantha’s phone rings; she peels her eyes open and drags herself across the bed to silence it. “Who the fuck is calling so early?” she grumbles to herself.
Before answering the phone, she notices the clock - 2 pm. I must have been tired, she thinks. Still, she feels like she could stay in bed all day.
“Hey, mum and I got an early flight and we need you to pick us up,” Charlotte says quickly, barely letting her twin sister get a word in.
“Uhnnnn…okay, I’ll be there when I can.”
Charlotte laughs. “Did you just wake up? What have you been doing lately? You’re always exhausted.”
What have I been doing lately? Samantha asks herself. Lindsay would be the correct, though inappropriate, response. She laughs to herself and hangs up the phone without answering the question.
She gets up and starts dressing when the phone rings again.
“Fuck, patience! I’ll be there soon,” Samantha says without checking the caller ID.
“I am patient, and good, I was hoping we could go see Andy about my hair before tonight,” Lindsay says. Samantha gasps and covers her mouth. Without even giving herself time to solve this evening’s dilemma, she’s just presented herself with an imminent one.
Dressed and stressed, she forces herself out the door and into the car. She pulls out of the driveway and looks both ways - one way will take her to the airport to pick up and her mother and sister, the other will take her to Lindsay’s house. After a moment of debate, she grabs a quarter from her pocket and flips it. Heads - she goes to the airport. Tails - she goes to see Lindsay.
Heads it is.
She speeds down the highway, trying to figure out how to remedy the situation but comes up with nothing.
Her sister and mother are standing outside when she arrives, looking tired and unhappy. She parks the car and helps them with their luggage into the small trunk of her car; two large bags each for less than a week’s stay. Women, Samantha thinks, I’ll never understand them.
As she carries the bags inside, feeling a bit like a butler and not family, she thinks of an excuse to leave right away.
Charlotte makes herself at home, getting a drink out of the fridge while her mother hurries into the washroom to freshen up after a long flight.
“I’ve, uh, got to run to the store to pick up Mark’s gift so I’ll be back sometime later,” Samantha says, trying to think on her toes.
“Oh, I’ll come with!” Charlotte exclaims, running out the front door before Samantha has a chance to protest. She hits herself in the forehead with her palm. Should have given that one a bit more thought.
Her phone rings as she ducks into the car; Lindsay. She ignores it. Her stomach twists with guilt but she knows Charlotte will know who it is as soon as she answers.
She doesn’t really need to get anything for Mark; she always buys gifts months in advance to avoid the last minute rush. Her phone rings again.
“Change of plans. I’ll call you soon,” she says quickly and hangs up. She knows it sounds cryptic - to both Lindsay and her sister - but she needs some time to sort it out.
Lindsay, on the other end, is fuming. Sure, she can drive herself to the salon. She doesn’t need Samantha there, but she wants her to be.
She sets her phone down and closes her hand around something small - a gift for Samantha - and feels a bit of déjà vu. Those times when Samantha promised she would be there to pick her up, that she’d be there to meet her for lunch or even just to say hello - but at the last minute, “something” always came up. Not this again.
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1256 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha spends the day trying on clothes. She starts with the oldest pieces in her closet - dresses. It makes her realize how long it has been since she bought a new one.
First, she tries on her old favourite - bright and rainbow striped. It still fits her well and in fact, she likes the way she looks in it now much better than she used to but decides it would be too much of a splash for her brother’s birthday. No need to shock them all into oblivion right away - though it would likely distract from her guest.
Next, she tries on some of her old baggy pants - this is just for fun. They fall down as soon as she puts them on and she begins to wonder how she ever kept them on years ago when she wore them. She checks in the pockets and finds an old bill, some long accumulated lint balls and a crumpled piece of receipt paper. Unfolding it to see what she purchased, she finds a several numbers scribbled on the back.
She smiles when she reads Lindsay’s scrawled name followed by a phone number and a cute doodle. The girl had given her the number when they first met - their connection was automatic and Samantha had asked her to write it down as an excuse to invite her into the DJ booth. By the end of that night, they had fallen into bed together and there was no need for awkward phone calls.
Lindsay’s number has changed countless times since this first exchange but seeing this makes her want to call. In fact, she wishes she had found this months ago and had been brave enough to call.
After trying on several of her old outfits, she pulls out a hanger with an outfit her mother bought her two birthdays ago - a dark skirt that stops an inch or two above her kneecaps and a faded blue and black short-sleeved tank top, flowy with a v-neck. She decides with the right bra, she might look feminine enough but also feel a bit like herself.
She finds a pair of black flats she’s never worn from her shoe closet. Of course, she’ll feel slightly lost without her Supras but one night won’t kill her. Besides, if she can impress her mother with her reversion back to femininity, it will take some of the heat off of her decision to invite Lindsay.
The phone rings. Assuming it is Lindsay, she slides across the floor in sock feet to grab her Blackberry. “Hey you,” she says without looking at the number.
“Hi darling, it’s mum. Was wondering if you could pick us up from the airport tomorrow and take us to Mark’s shindig. Charlotte forgot to make reservations for a rental and now we’re stuck - and you know how I feel about the cab drivers in LA - yuck!”
Samantha holds her breath. Murphy’s law - if something can go wrong, it will. And it has.
“Actually mom, I’ve sorta got-“ she begins.
“Great, our plane lands at 7 and Mark’s party starts at 9. We’ll need to stop at your house to freshen up and then go from there. Kisses, love.” Her mother hangs up and Samantha sighs. She absolutely cannot take Lindsay, her mother and Charlotte to Mark’s party in one car. How can she manage to be in two places at once?
She grumbles, wiggling out of the skirt and top. After turning off all the lights, she flops onto her bed and covers her eyes with her palms. No sense stewing over it now; she’ll sleep on it and find a way to fix things in the morning.
Samantha’s phone rings; she peels her eyes open and drags herself across the bed to silence it. “Who the fuck is calling so early?” she grumbles to herself.
Before answering the phone, she notices the clock - 2 pm. I must have been tired, she thinks. Still, she feels like she could stay in bed all day.
“Hey, mum and I got an early flight and we need you to pick us up,” Charlotte says quickly, barely letting her twin sister get a word in.
“Uhnnnn…okay, I’ll be there when I can.”
Charlotte laughs. “Did you just wake up? What have you been doing lately? You’re always exhausted.”
What have I been doing lately? Samantha asks herself. Lindsay would be the correct, though inappropriate, response. She laughs to herself and hangs up the phone without answering the question.
She gets up and starts dressing when the phone rings again.
“Fuck, patience! I’ll be there soon,” Samantha says without checking the caller ID.
“I am patient, and good, I was hoping we could go see Andy about my hair before tonight,” Lindsay says. Samantha gasps and covers her mouth. Without even giving herself time to solve this evening’s dilemma, she’s just presented herself with an imminent one.
Dressed and stressed, she forces herself out the door and into the car. She pulls out of the driveway and looks both ways - one way will take her to the airport to pick up and her mother and sister, the other will take her to Lindsay’s house. After a moment of debate, she grabs a quarter from her pocket and flips it. Heads - she goes to the airport. Tails - she goes to see Lindsay.
Heads it is.
She speeds down the highway, trying to figure out how to remedy the situation but comes up with nothing.
Her sister and mother are standing outside when she arrives, looking tired and unhappy. She parks the car and helps them with their luggage into the small trunk of her car; two large bags each for less than a week’s stay. Women, Samantha thinks, I’ll never understand them.
As she carries the bags inside, feeling a bit like a butler and not family, she thinks of an excuse to leave right away.
Charlotte makes herself at home, getting a drink out of the fridge while her mother hurries into the washroom to freshen up after a long flight.
“I’ve, uh, got to run to the store to pick up Mark’s gift so I’ll be back sometime later,” Samantha says, trying to think on her toes.
“Oh, I’ll come with!” Charlotte exclaims, running out the front door before Samantha has a chance to protest. She hits herself in the forehead with her palm. Should have given that one a bit more thought.
Her phone rings as she ducks into the car; Lindsay. She ignores it. Her stomach twists with guilt but she knows Charlotte will know who it is as soon as she answers.
She doesn’t really need to get anything for Mark; she always buys gifts months in advance to avoid the last minute rush. Her phone rings again.
“Change of plans. I’ll call you soon,” she says quickly and hangs up. She knows it sounds cryptic - to both Lindsay and her sister - but she needs some time to sort it out.
Lindsay, on the other end, is fuming. Sure, she can drive herself to the salon. She doesn’t need Samantha there, but she wants her to be.
She sets her phone down and closes her hand around something small - a gift for Samantha - and feels a bit of déjà vu. Those times when Samantha promised she would be there to pick her up, that she’d be there to meet her for lunch or even just to say hello - but at the last minute, “something” always came up. Not this again.