girls night. ashley/allison
They’d both been a little too ambitious today.
It had been their first news meeting and they were asked to pitch some story ideas. Ashley had wanted to do a piece on a woman in their viewing area who was turning 103 and do something on her life, while Allison had shown interest in trying to cover updates of a grisly murder suicide trial.
For their first stories as interns, Erik Strong wanted them to tackle something a little more on their level. So, instead, he assigned Allison to the water testing festival this weekend (apparently there was such a thing) and Ashley got to cover the repaving of the local school’s parking lots.
There was a high probability that the only way that either of their stories would make it on air was if one of the other reporters didn’t finish their stories in time.
Still, Ashley was eager to make the best of it. It hadn’t been what she wanted, but wouldn’t a great reporter be able to make even the most boring topics interesting, somehow?
But for now it was the weekend. And while Ashley already had plans to spend the next two days organizing her potential story angles into a brightly colored binder (Ashley could rival Leslie Knope in this area), tonight was Friday and after a long week, it was time for a break.
She and Allison made it to the top of the stairs of their apartment building at the same time. “Hey, do you want to do something fun with me?” She asked, “I was thinking about baking a blueberry pie tonight! Do you wanna help?”
Six months. Who knew so much could change in that short amount of time? Just last summer she'd been working at the golf club near her old trailer park, her days interchanging between event serving and covering shifts at the golf shop. For so long, Allison had longed to leave her boring life for something exciting and worth her talents. If someone had told her a Craigslist ad seeking interns for a neighbouring town's news station would be the answer to her existential millennial quarter-life crisis she would have asked what kind of drugs they were on (and where she could cop some).
Now, here she was, all of her belongings in a cardboard box she still hadn’t completely unpacked, living in the questionable part of town. Spending her Friday night with her coworker slash friend (she used the term lightly). Eh, things could be worse.
"Baking a blueberry pie?" Allison mused, as they both stopped to stand in front of Ashley's apartment door. She gave the smiling blonde a funny look. "Is that what they kids are calling it nowadays?" She even stage-whispered for effect, always one for extra theatrics, as Ashley opened the door for her. "Coming on strong. I didn't know you had it in you, Seyfried."
She was teasing her of course, Ashley was sweeter than diabetes. She was also the most gullible person she'd ever met but that was what she liked most about her. Her friendship with Ashley was odd to say the least. The two couldn't have been more different, but somehow they'd managed to form an unlikely friendship that held strong from the day they first met. No one stuck around long enough to see past Allison's crazy eccentric surface to see she was just a girl who needed some attention and certainly some love. Not that she'd ever be caught dead saying it out loud, but it was nice to have someone to depend on during the almost impossible times she had no one. And to be the one who was being leaned on. Sometimes. When she wasn't lazy.
"Sure, I'll help," Allison agreed, flashing a cheeky smile. "If by help you mean drink all the organic juice in your fridge and catch up on Velorum Nocate," she muttered under her breath, already beelining for Ashley's TV. Typically while Ashley was busy cooking, Allison was in charge of picking out what show they were going to watch. Honestly, with all the plot twists and major character deaths between ODR and VN, Allison thought she had the short end of the stick.
