All I Want is You - Part 15
Title: All I Want is You - Part 15
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1434 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha drives Charlotte around, stopping at a few shops along the way. She buys Mark another gift - she’ll save the other for another upcoming holiday - for now she just has to keep up appearance.
Time ticks away and she still hasn’t devised a master plan to pick up Lindsay without seeming suspicious to her sister.
“So what’re you wearing tonight?” Charlotte asks casually.
“Oh, just an old skirt and shirt - mum bought them for me,” Samantha responds, coaxing her sister out of a store and toward her car. She’s starting to get nervous; how could she have let things get so out of control?
Charlotte looks at her and laughs. “Did I hear that right? A skirt?”
Samantha nods seriously. Charlotte is speechless.
When they arrive back at Samantha’s house, the DJ rushes inside and straight to her bedroom.
She calls Lindsay; the girl’s voicemail picks up so she disconnects and tries again, several times until she gets an answer.
“Samantha, where are you?” Lindsay asks, sounding clearly frustrated. “The party starts in an hour. Are you coming to get me?”
The girl doesn’t mean to sound so accusatory or angry; she has no reason not to trust Samantha and she does trust her - with every inch of her being, in fact - but this is beginning to feel a lot like a horrible night she’s already been through.
“Listen, Charlotte and my mum are here; they flew in early. I need you to just meet me there. Stay in your car and I’ll meet you outside.” Samantha hates sneaking around like this - they’ve been through this all before - but she doesn’t want to imagine the possible confrontation if Lindsay bumps into her family before she does.
“You’re kidding, right? I’m supposed to just hide in my car until you get there? This wasn’t a good idea and I knew it,” Lindsay says, her cheeks warming up from the inside out. She knows she has to calm down. It was her hot-headed temper that hurt her relationship with Samantha in the first place.
“Just meet me outside and everything will be fine, okay?”
Lindsay says nothing, swallowing to fight back the lump in her throat.
“Will you?”
Still silence.
“Babe, please. I need you to be there.”
Lindsay feels her heart melt a little. It’s been so long since she heard that word - need - and it feels great. The lump in her throat forms a little but this time she waits for it to come to tears.
“Alright,” Samantha says, sounding defeated. “Well, I’ve got to get ready. I’ll look for you outside.”
She hangs up and flops down onto her bed. Charlotte knocks from outside and then walks in.
“Why aren’t you ready? Let’s go!”
Samantha grumbles and waits for her sister to close the door. Alone again, she gets dressed and fixes her hair - it looks messy, like she just rolled out of bed - the way she likes it.
She hops down the hallway, trying to pull on her shoes foot by foot when she hears her mother squeal with excitement.
“I never thought I’d see the day again! My Samantha in a skirt.”
Samantha forces a smile and looks at her mother. The woman is beaming with pride. It’s the same look of appreciation Lindsay gave her when she wore Charlotte’s dress before - only with more reminiscence and less undressing with the eyes, thank God.
“Are you two ready to go?” Charlotte and Ann both nod, following Samantha out the front door. Ann reaches forward and grabs Samantha by the wrist, stopping her from going any further.
She pulls her daughter in for a tender embrace and whispers to her. “You look beautiful, dear. I’m not sure what’s gotten into you lately, but whatever it is, I’m grateful for it.”
Samantha smiles and kisses her mother’s cheek. You can thank Lindsay for that later, she thinks to herself.
The car ride to Chateau Marmont is quiet. Charlotte and Anne whisper to each other and giggle. Samantha knows they’re talking about her outfit; they’re not very good at being unheard.
As she pulls her car up out front, she steps out and hands her keys to the valet. She pops the trunk and pulls out a large box with Mark’s present in it and slides a smaller box into her jacket pocket, trying not to be obvious about it.
She looks around frantically, trying to spot Lindsay’s car parked nearby but doesn’t see anything. Handing the gift box to Charlotte, she takes the valet aside and shows him a handful of bills.
“Have you seen Lindsay?” The valet knows Samantha and Lindsay - and most of the logistics of their rocky relationship. He smiles and nods his head. Samantha looks at him expectantly.
“She left and said she would be back. You know she’s not on the list, right?” Samantha sighs and nods at him, her forehead wrinkling with worry.
“Listen, when she gets here can you just have someone come get me? I told her I would meet her here.” She hands the man her handful of cash for his troubles and sprints inside after her family, greeting several of her friends along the way.
Mark’s eye light up when he sees her; she may have been an inconvenience to him as a child, but now that they’ve matured, Mark truly respects his younger sister. He snakes through the crowd and gives her a hug, lifting her from the ground. He sets her back on her feet and she hands him the box with his gift in it; he hands it off to one of the staff - he's much happier to see his sister than any gift. “So fucking glad you came. Did you bring anyone?”
Samantha flattens her outfit and smiles nervously. “They’re on their way.”
Mark gives her a knowing look and grins. “Is this a special someone?”
Samantha blushes and feels her stomach contract just thinking about the girl. “Very special.”
He wraps a protective arm around her and kisses her on the top of her messy hair. “Can’t wait to meet he or she.”
Samantha chuckles. You already have, she thinks.
One of the doormen peaks his head inside of the party room, looking around anxiously. Samantha knows this is her cue and so she excuses herself from Mark’s company to approach the man.
He ducks out of the room just as she reaches him. “Hey!” she yells after him. He turns around, his eyes widening with recognition.
“Your guest has arrived.”
Samantha breathes a sigh of relief. Her heart stops beating for a moment and then kick starts with a jolt.
She shuffles her feet along the carpeted lobby floor, making her way outside as quickly as possible. She spies Lindsay’s regal white car, a gift she was given by a director to sway her acceptance of a role.
A flash of red hair, a pair of strappy stilettos and oh, those legs. Samantha remembers these times, when she and Lindsay would go out together and it took all she had to keep her hands off the girl in public. The familiar rush is comforting.
Lindsay steps out of her car, her face contorted with nerves. She looks around for Samantha. Valets, doormen, a man wearing a powder-blue tuxedo and a beautiful, very sophisticated looking woman. But no - wait - Samantha?
She takes a second look at the woman, wearing a midlength blue skirt, a shirt with a semi-revealing neckline and a pair of classy flats on her feet. It’s the flats that threw her off - she’s used to seeing sneakers in their place - but she is presently surprised to see the woman’s long legs, her bare arms and plunging neckline.
Her eyes find their way to Samantha’s. They look at each other with mutual admiration and walk to meet halfway.
Samantha reaches out her hand. Lindsay takes it gently and tucks it behind her back. “You look incredible,” she says to the woman, leaning her head down to lie on Samantha’s shoulder.
“Ditto,” Samantha responds, speechless.
They walk quickly and into the building, their hands held tightly together now. “I’m sorry I got angry earlier. It was silly and immature.”
Samantha shrugs and smiles at the girl. “I would never hurt you again like I did; I hope you know that.”
Lindsay nods, pressing a soft kiss on the woman’s cheek.
“Shall we?” Samantha holds the door open - from here she can see several of her brothers and sisters standing in a circle around her mother, all deep in conversation. Better to kill all birds with one stone, she thinks.
Lindsay takes a deep breath, her fingers trembling nervously around the small object in the palm of her free hand. “Wait, I want to give you something first.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1434 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha drives Charlotte around, stopping at a few shops along the way. She buys Mark another gift - she’ll save the other for another upcoming holiday - for now she just has to keep up appearance.
Time ticks away and she still hasn’t devised a master plan to pick up Lindsay without seeming suspicious to her sister.
“So what’re you wearing tonight?” Charlotte asks casually.
“Oh, just an old skirt and shirt - mum bought them for me,” Samantha responds, coaxing her sister out of a store and toward her car. She’s starting to get nervous; how could she have let things get so out of control?
Charlotte looks at her and laughs. “Did I hear that right? A skirt?”
Samantha nods seriously. Charlotte is speechless.
When they arrive back at Samantha’s house, the DJ rushes inside and straight to her bedroom.
She calls Lindsay; the girl’s voicemail picks up so she disconnects and tries again, several times until she gets an answer.
“Samantha, where are you?” Lindsay asks, sounding clearly frustrated. “The party starts in an hour. Are you coming to get me?”
The girl doesn’t mean to sound so accusatory or angry; she has no reason not to trust Samantha and she does trust her - with every inch of her being, in fact - but this is beginning to feel a lot like a horrible night she’s already been through.
“Listen, Charlotte and my mum are here; they flew in early. I need you to just meet me there. Stay in your car and I’ll meet you outside.” Samantha hates sneaking around like this - they’ve been through this all before - but she doesn’t want to imagine the possible confrontation if Lindsay bumps into her family before she does.
“You’re kidding, right? I’m supposed to just hide in my car until you get there? This wasn’t a good idea and I knew it,” Lindsay says, her cheeks warming up from the inside out. She knows she has to calm down. It was her hot-headed temper that hurt her relationship with Samantha in the first place.
“Just meet me outside and everything will be fine, okay?”
Lindsay says nothing, swallowing to fight back the lump in her throat.
“Will you?”
Still silence.
“Babe, please. I need you to be there.”
Lindsay feels her heart melt a little. It’s been so long since she heard that word - need - and it feels great. The lump in her throat forms a little but this time she waits for it to come to tears.
“Alright,” Samantha says, sounding defeated. “Well, I’ve got to get ready. I’ll look for you outside.”
She hangs up and flops down onto her bed. Charlotte knocks from outside and then walks in.
“Why aren’t you ready? Let’s go!”
Samantha grumbles and waits for her sister to close the door. Alone again, she gets dressed and fixes her hair - it looks messy, like she just rolled out of bed - the way she likes it.
She hops down the hallway, trying to pull on her shoes foot by foot when she hears her mother squeal with excitement.
“I never thought I’d see the day again! My Samantha in a skirt.”
Samantha forces a smile and looks at her mother. The woman is beaming with pride. It’s the same look of appreciation Lindsay gave her when she wore Charlotte’s dress before - only with more reminiscence and less undressing with the eyes, thank God.
“Are you two ready to go?” Charlotte and Ann both nod, following Samantha out the front door. Ann reaches forward and grabs Samantha by the wrist, stopping her from going any further.
She pulls her daughter in for a tender embrace and whispers to her. “You look beautiful, dear. I’m not sure what’s gotten into you lately, but whatever it is, I’m grateful for it.”
Samantha smiles and kisses her mother’s cheek. You can thank Lindsay for that later, she thinks to herself.
The car ride to Chateau Marmont is quiet. Charlotte and Anne whisper to each other and giggle. Samantha knows they’re talking about her outfit; they’re not very good at being unheard.
As she pulls her car up out front, she steps out and hands her keys to the valet. She pops the trunk and pulls out a large box with Mark’s present in it and slides a smaller box into her jacket pocket, trying not to be obvious about it.
She looks around frantically, trying to spot Lindsay’s car parked nearby but doesn’t see anything. Handing the gift box to Charlotte, she takes the valet aside and shows him a handful of bills.
“Have you seen Lindsay?” The valet knows Samantha and Lindsay - and most of the logistics of their rocky relationship. He smiles and nods his head. Samantha looks at him expectantly.
“She left and said she would be back. You know she’s not on the list, right?” Samantha sighs and nods at him, her forehead wrinkling with worry.
“Listen, when she gets here can you just have someone come get me? I told her I would meet her here.” She hands the man her handful of cash for his troubles and sprints inside after her family, greeting several of her friends along the way.
Mark’s eye light up when he sees her; she may have been an inconvenience to him as a child, but now that they’ve matured, Mark truly respects his younger sister. He snakes through the crowd and gives her a hug, lifting her from the ground. He sets her back on her feet and she hands him the box with his gift in it; he hands it off to one of the staff - he's much happier to see his sister than any gift. “So fucking glad you came. Did you bring anyone?”
Samantha flattens her outfit and smiles nervously. “They’re on their way.”
Mark gives her a knowing look and grins. “Is this a special someone?”
Samantha blushes and feels her stomach contract just thinking about the girl. “Very special.”
He wraps a protective arm around her and kisses her on the top of her messy hair. “Can’t wait to meet he or she.”
Samantha chuckles. You already have, she thinks.
One of the doormen peaks his head inside of the party room, looking around anxiously. Samantha knows this is her cue and so she excuses herself from Mark’s company to approach the man.
He ducks out of the room just as she reaches him. “Hey!” she yells after him. He turns around, his eyes widening with recognition.
“Your guest has arrived.”
Samantha breathes a sigh of relief. Her heart stops beating for a moment and then kick starts with a jolt.
She shuffles her feet along the carpeted lobby floor, making her way outside as quickly as possible. She spies Lindsay’s regal white car, a gift she was given by a director to sway her acceptance of a role.
A flash of red hair, a pair of strappy stilettos and oh, those legs. Samantha remembers these times, when she and Lindsay would go out together and it took all she had to keep her hands off the girl in public. The familiar rush is comforting.
Lindsay steps out of her car, her face contorted with nerves. She looks around for Samantha. Valets, doormen, a man wearing a powder-blue tuxedo and a beautiful, very sophisticated looking woman. But no - wait - Samantha?
She takes a second look at the woman, wearing a midlength blue skirt, a shirt with a semi-revealing neckline and a pair of classy flats on her feet. It’s the flats that threw her off - she’s used to seeing sneakers in their place - but she is presently surprised to see the woman’s long legs, her bare arms and plunging neckline.
Her eyes find their way to Samantha’s. They look at each other with mutual admiration and walk to meet halfway.
Samantha reaches out her hand. Lindsay takes it gently and tucks it behind her back. “You look incredible,” she says to the woman, leaning her head down to lie on Samantha’s shoulder.
“Ditto,” Samantha responds, speechless.
They walk quickly and into the building, their hands held tightly together now. “I’m sorry I got angry earlier. It was silly and immature.”
Samantha shrugs and smiles at the girl. “I would never hurt you again like I did; I hope you know that.”
Lindsay nods, pressing a soft kiss on the woman’s cheek.
“Shall we?” Samantha holds the door open - from here she can see several of her brothers and sisters standing in a circle around her mother, all deep in conversation. Better to kill all birds with one stone, she thinks.
Lindsay takes a deep breath, her fingers trembling nervously around the small object in the palm of her free hand. “Wait, I want to give you something first.”