Post by PuzzleChick on Feb 27, 2011 13:58:42 GMT -5
Title: Just Crazy Enough
Genre: Romance/humor
Rating: PG
Pairings: Fem!Greed/Fem!Ling implied
Spoilers: None
Warnings: AU, crack
Summary: Greed hated everyone and everyone hated Ling, but the bad girl and the new girl might just be all each other needs.
Notes: Blame Crow for inspiring this.
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Greed was cool. Very cool. So cool in fact that Greed was actually her real name. You can’t get cooler than that.
She strutted around in her too-tight jeans and leather tops, black hair pulled back, her eyes, which everyone swore were tinted with unnatural red, always narrowed in distrust. Nearly every boy in school (and a good portion of the girls) would have given their right arms – and quite happily grown a second to offer as well – for a shot at the queen of black leather and Harleys. In truth, not one of them had ever attempted it. Well, except for that one kid, Robert, terrible case that it was. He had been new in town, fresh-faced and confident. Before anyone could warn him he’d snatched Greed by the shirt and stolen a kiss. Greed had never been one to take kindly to anyone taking anything from her.
Robert never did come back to school.
Herd instinct kicking in, the students took it upon themselves to warn any new student about Greed before they could learn the hard way. The rules were easy to remember: don’t touch her Harley and don’t touch her. In that order.
Then along came Ling: cute, Asian, bubbly, and possessor of acrobatic talents (and a bust) of unfair proportions.
Naturally, all the girls hated her, and all the boys followed suit for fear of offending the volatile female population. And Greed, aware suddenly that the normal levels of animosity in her general direction had been abruptly redirected, couldn’t help taking an interest in the new outcast. (Although, judging by Ling's cheery smile, the new girl didn't seem to realize she was an outcast.)
Not too much of an interest, mind you. Not enough to distract her from cleaning her bike during lunch or to stop her from skipping out of most – okay, usually all – of her classes. But enough that, when Ling approached her a week later, she knew who she was.
“You need something?” she asked the wayward student, not looking up from the chrome she was polishing.
“I wanted to come say hi,” Ling said, with that ever-present smile. “I haven’t said hi to you yet. You're never around.”
“Oh. Hi.” Greed reached for her mp3 player and turned the music up, hoping the new girl would leave her alone.
“Nice bike,” Ling said loudly. “Looks like a Softtail. Chopped and sprung?”
Slowly, Greed turned around. She gave the girl a long, suspicious look, and said, “I’m busy. Is there something you want?”
“I just wanted to meet you. Is your name really Greed?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s cool,” she gabbled. “That’s such a cool name. I’m Ling.”
Greed was getting a headache. “I know. Look, I’m guessing nobody told you, but I don’t like to be bothered–”
“What are you listening to?” Ling asked, bouncing forward and plopping to the ground to peer at the mp3 player. Greed snatched it away possessively.
“Led Zeppelin,” she answered in a growl.
“Oh, I love that band,” said Ling, brightly. Greed snorted.
“Bullshit.”
“No, really I do!”
“Everyone says that,” Greed scoffed.
“But I really mean it,” Ling said.
“Leave me alone and go back to fapping over Lady Gaga. I bet she’s the only reason you even know what Led Zeppelin is.”
Ling tilted her head. “I’ve been a fan of Led Zeppelin my whole life.”
“I bet all you know is that they wrote Stairway to Heaven.”
“Well everyone knows that,” Ling laughed at her. “Led Zeppelin IV is legendary.”
“At least you bothered to find out which album it was on,” Greed muttered.
“You can’t be a fan and not know all about the Runes album.”
Greed scowled. Ling had done her homework, for a poser. “I bet you didn’t know there was a fifth symbol on it,” she said, smugly.
“Sandy Denny’s symbol, duh,” Ling said. “She’s the only guest vocalist they ever had. Anyway, IV isn’t my favorite album. My favorite is Physical Graffiti. What’s yours?”
“I…uh…” Greed pulled herself together. “I guess I like II the best,” she said, warily.
“II, huh?” Ling hummed under her breath, mouthing the words, “So anytime somebody needs you, don't let them down although it grieves you.”
Before Greed could stop herself she was murmuring, “Someday you'll need someone like they do.”
Ling grinned and reached out, cuffing her arm. “I knew you’d recognize it. That’s one of my favorites, too.”
“I guess it’s all right,” Greed said, pushing Ling’s hand away, “if you like those sappy songs.”
“So what else do you have on here?” Ling said, grabbing the mp3 player before Greed could react. Clearly, nobody had enlightened Ling about taking Greed's belongings. Greed suspected the students had neglected to warn Ling on purpose, hoping to get her in trouble. Twitching a little, not wishing to let the mindless sheep this school called students use her as their attack dog, she kept still and watched Ling scroll through it, commenting aloud.
“Oh, Aerosmith, they’re really good. Hey, you have Alice Cooper, too. Do you like Desperado? That’s my favorite of his. Ooh, Bowie…wait, if you’ve got him I bet you’ve got…” she scrolled down quickly and grinned. “Mott the Hoople, I knew you’d have them. Nobody ever knows who they are, but I knew you would.”
Speechless, Greed watched her laugh and comment to herself until the sound of the lunch bell shook her from her reverie. She grabbed her music player back from Ling and said, “Well, lunch is over.” Thank-fucking-God.
“Yep.” Ling bounded to her feet. “I’ll bring my iPod tomorrow and we can compare music,” she said.
Greed bristled. “Hey, whoa, I never said you could hang out with me.”
“But I want to.”
“You can’t always get what you want,” Greed returned.
“The Stones, Let it Bleed album,” Ling said promptly.
Against all her better judgment, Greed found herself impressed. “Not bad,” she allowed.
Ling waved. “Okay, so I’ll see you tomorrow!” She pranced away, leaving Greed in a confusing tangle of feelings. She was quite tempted to skip the whole day tomorrow just to make a point that Ling couldn't just announce plans like that without getting her consent.
Ling was, after all, everything she hated. Perky and bubbly and cutesy. She despised those airheaded girls and couldn’t fathom how they had survived this long. And yet…it hadn’t been entirely bad talking to her. She supposed it might have even been, in a vague sort of way and without any extra emphasis on the word because it wasn’t as if she really cared whether it was or not, nice.
Only because she’d never met anyone before who could spout off lyrics to a song most people didn’t remember on an album from decades before, of course. Of course...
That afternoon, as she was about to drive off after school, she noticed Ling standing nearby and revved the engine. Ling waved to her and, for no particular reason, she decided to stop and screeched to a halt. "Hey," she said.
“What are you listening to now?” Ling asked, pointing to the headphones over Greed’s ears.
“Queen. You like Queen, too?”
Ling nodded.
Greed hesitated. “You want a ride home?” she finally asked, jerking her chin at the bike.
Ling beamed. She hopped on the bike behind Greed, threw her arms around the taller girl’s waist and said, “Sure!”
The entire population of the school, who had not heard Greed’s invitation and only saw Ling pounce upon her prized motorcycle, stopped in their tracks and held their breaths.
She touched the bike.
She touched Greed.
She touched the bike and Greed at the same time!
Any second now, the new girl was going to be flung out into moving traffic. Or worse.
Of course they all had to stop to watch. Shit was about to go down. Nobody wanted to miss it.
But Greed did not fling Ling into traffic. Nor did she punch her in the face, strangle her with her bare hands, or even yank her hair. She did something even scarier. She smiled. A little. Maybe. At least one person swore they saw it.
Nobody could remember the last time Greed had smiled a-little-maybe at all.
They sped off down the road to the highway, going too fast, not wearing helmets. And the music rang in her ears, thumping along with her heart.
This thing called love I just can't handle it.
This thing called love I must get round to it.
I ain’t ready…
Behind her, she felt Ling rest her head against her shoulder.
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Music credits:
Can You Hear the Music – Rolling Stones
Friends – Led Zeppelin
Crazy Little Thing Called Love – Queen
Genre: Romance/humor
Rating: PG
Pairings: Fem!Greed/Fem!Ling implied
Spoilers: None
Warnings: AU, crack
Summary: Greed hated everyone and everyone hated Ling, but the bad girl and the new girl might just be all each other needs.
Notes: Blame Crow for inspiring this.
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Love is a mystery I can't demystify,
And sometimes I wonder why we're here.
But I don't care,
I don't care.
And sometimes I wonder why we're here.
But I don't care,
I don't care.
Greed was cool. Very cool. So cool in fact that Greed was actually her real name. You can’t get cooler than that.
She strutted around in her too-tight jeans and leather tops, black hair pulled back, her eyes, which everyone swore were tinted with unnatural red, always narrowed in distrust. Nearly every boy in school (and a good portion of the girls) would have given their right arms – and quite happily grown a second to offer as well – for a shot at the queen of black leather and Harleys. In truth, not one of them had ever attempted it. Well, except for that one kid, Robert, terrible case that it was. He had been new in town, fresh-faced and confident. Before anyone could warn him he’d snatched Greed by the shirt and stolen a kiss. Greed had never been one to take kindly to anyone taking anything from her.
Robert never did come back to school.
Herd instinct kicking in, the students took it upon themselves to warn any new student about Greed before they could learn the hard way. The rules were easy to remember: don’t touch her Harley and don’t touch her. In that order.
Then along came Ling: cute, Asian, bubbly, and possessor of acrobatic talents (and a bust) of unfair proportions.
Naturally, all the girls hated her, and all the boys followed suit for fear of offending the volatile female population. And Greed, aware suddenly that the normal levels of animosity in her general direction had been abruptly redirected, couldn’t help taking an interest in the new outcast. (Although, judging by Ling's cheery smile, the new girl didn't seem to realize she was an outcast.)
Not too much of an interest, mind you. Not enough to distract her from cleaning her bike during lunch or to stop her from skipping out of most – okay, usually all – of her classes. But enough that, when Ling approached her a week later, she knew who she was.
“You need something?” she asked the wayward student, not looking up from the chrome she was polishing.
“I wanted to come say hi,” Ling said, with that ever-present smile. “I haven’t said hi to you yet. You're never around.”
“Oh. Hi.” Greed reached for her mp3 player and turned the music up, hoping the new girl would leave her alone.
“Nice bike,” Ling said loudly. “Looks like a Softtail. Chopped and sprung?”
Slowly, Greed turned around. She gave the girl a long, suspicious look, and said, “I’m busy. Is there something you want?”
“I just wanted to meet you. Is your name really Greed?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s cool,” she gabbled. “That’s such a cool name. I’m Ling.”
Greed was getting a headache. “I know. Look, I’m guessing nobody told you, but I don’t like to be bothered–”
“What are you listening to?” Ling asked, bouncing forward and plopping to the ground to peer at the mp3 player. Greed snatched it away possessively.
“Led Zeppelin,” she answered in a growl.
“Oh, I love that band,” said Ling, brightly. Greed snorted.
“Bullshit.”
“No, really I do!”
“Everyone says that,” Greed scoffed.
“But I really mean it,” Ling said.
“Leave me alone and go back to fapping over Lady Gaga. I bet she’s the only reason you even know what Led Zeppelin is.”
Ling tilted her head. “I’ve been a fan of Led Zeppelin my whole life.”
“I bet all you know is that they wrote Stairway to Heaven.”
“Well everyone knows that,” Ling laughed at her. “Led Zeppelin IV is legendary.”
“At least you bothered to find out which album it was on,” Greed muttered.
“You can’t be a fan and not know all about the Runes album.”
Greed scowled. Ling had done her homework, for a poser. “I bet you didn’t know there was a fifth symbol on it,” she said, smugly.
“Sandy Denny’s symbol, duh,” Ling said. “She’s the only guest vocalist they ever had. Anyway, IV isn’t my favorite album. My favorite is Physical Graffiti. What’s yours?”
“I…uh…” Greed pulled herself together. “I guess I like II the best,” she said, warily.
“II, huh?” Ling hummed under her breath, mouthing the words, “So anytime somebody needs you, don't let them down although it grieves you.”
Before Greed could stop herself she was murmuring, “Someday you'll need someone like they do.”
Ling grinned and reached out, cuffing her arm. “I knew you’d recognize it. That’s one of my favorites, too.”
“I guess it’s all right,” Greed said, pushing Ling’s hand away, “if you like those sappy songs.”
“So what else do you have on here?” Ling said, grabbing the mp3 player before Greed could react. Clearly, nobody had enlightened Ling about taking Greed's belongings. Greed suspected the students had neglected to warn Ling on purpose, hoping to get her in trouble. Twitching a little, not wishing to let the mindless sheep this school called students use her as their attack dog, she kept still and watched Ling scroll through it, commenting aloud.
“Oh, Aerosmith, they’re really good. Hey, you have Alice Cooper, too. Do you like Desperado? That’s my favorite of his. Ooh, Bowie…wait, if you’ve got him I bet you’ve got…” she scrolled down quickly and grinned. “Mott the Hoople, I knew you’d have them. Nobody ever knows who they are, but I knew you would.”
Speechless, Greed watched her laugh and comment to herself until the sound of the lunch bell shook her from her reverie. She grabbed her music player back from Ling and said, “Well, lunch is over.” Thank-fucking-God.
“Yep.” Ling bounded to her feet. “I’ll bring my iPod tomorrow and we can compare music,” she said.
Greed bristled. “Hey, whoa, I never said you could hang out with me.”
“But I want to.”
“You can’t always get what you want,” Greed returned.
“The Stones, Let it Bleed album,” Ling said promptly.
Against all her better judgment, Greed found herself impressed. “Not bad,” she allowed.
Ling waved. “Okay, so I’ll see you tomorrow!” She pranced away, leaving Greed in a confusing tangle of feelings. She was quite tempted to skip the whole day tomorrow just to make a point that Ling couldn't just announce plans like that without getting her consent.
Ling was, after all, everything she hated. Perky and bubbly and cutesy. She despised those airheaded girls and couldn’t fathom how they had survived this long. And yet…it hadn’t been entirely bad talking to her. She supposed it might have even been, in a vague sort of way and without any extra emphasis on the word because it wasn’t as if she really cared whether it was or not, nice.
Only because she’d never met anyone before who could spout off lyrics to a song most people didn’t remember on an album from decades before, of course. Of course...
That afternoon, as she was about to drive off after school, she noticed Ling standing nearby and revved the engine. Ling waved to her and, for no particular reason, she decided to stop and screeched to a halt. "Hey," she said.
“What are you listening to now?” Ling asked, pointing to the headphones over Greed’s ears.
“Queen. You like Queen, too?”
Ling nodded.
Greed hesitated. “You want a ride home?” she finally asked, jerking her chin at the bike.
Ling beamed. She hopped on the bike behind Greed, threw her arms around the taller girl’s waist and said, “Sure!”
The entire population of the school, who had not heard Greed’s invitation and only saw Ling pounce upon her prized motorcycle, stopped in their tracks and held their breaths.
She touched the bike.
She touched Greed.
She touched the bike and Greed at the same time!
Any second now, the new girl was going to be flung out into moving traffic. Or worse.
Of course they all had to stop to watch. Shit was about to go down. Nobody wanted to miss it.
But Greed did not fling Ling into traffic. Nor did she punch her in the face, strangle her with her bare hands, or even yank her hair. She did something even scarier. She smiled. A little. Maybe. At least one person swore they saw it.
Nobody could remember the last time Greed had smiled a-little-maybe at all.
They sped off down the road to the highway, going too fast, not wearing helmets. And the music rang in her ears, thumping along with her heart.
This thing called love I just can't handle it.
This thing called love I must get round to it.
I ain’t ready…
Behind her, she felt Ling rest her head against her shoulder.
…Crazy little thing called love.
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Music credits:
Can You Hear the Music – Rolling Stones
Friends – Led Zeppelin
Crazy Little Thing Called Love – Queen
