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⸻ welcome to 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒 ! a dependent writing blog affiliated with campusloser, written by lux .
𝗖. 𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖱 : twenty1 . public relations major . cheerios captain . the queen bee . [ intro . threads . pinterest ]
𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 . Via Instagram ( x ) .
🏒 ˚ ﹕ㅤㅤ there was a quiet contentment in being seen, both the good and the bad, especially by someone whose bravado he’d always admired. so maybe barbie and ken, sharpay and ryan, wonder twins separated at birth, and whatever else senseless rumor and moniker people had given them didn’t feel too far from the truth anymore, especially with how easily they’d managed to work together and find common ground. both of them seemed comfortable with what they wanted to present, and neither of them wanted to sabotage themselves with some sad attempt at emotional vulnerability, so he was certain they couldn’t possibly think of a better combination of songs. " you’re right. people think too much about what would be impressive that they end up losing themselves, ” he nodded, though he wasn’t completely absolved from that same sin every now and then, too much of a pleaser sometimes. but it didn’t even matter that cecelia was also right when she said he had a penchant for interrogating his instincts, because it was her own confidence and validation that neutralized any doubts in him. “ well, right on then, ” sydney responded to her agreeing with the mashup of material girl and good ol’ fashioned lover boy, flashing an overjoyed grin that mirrored hers, basking in her reaction, unsure if he had actually ever seen her this way before. if anything, it only fueled his own excitement knowing that he’d done something to inspire her creative vision, to actually make her look forward to their performance than treat it like something to get over with. “ i’m not even sure if kelmeckis wants us to treat this assigment like a competition, but safe to say, i think we’ve got this in the bag. ” but song choice was also only half the work, still had the tasks of arrangements, choreography, costumes, props, rehearsals, and everything that would put them above the rest. thankfully, neither of them were people who had any intentions of being ill-prepared. sydney’s smile remained as the cogs and gears of his mind were visibly turning, already blocking portions of his calendar to dedicate to this. “ we can work on the arrangement now, ” sydney said as he took his phone back to quickly lookup sheet music for their songs, then he opened his schedule, enthusiasm still burning despite how others might find these tasks mind-numbingly dull. “ and then we can divide and conquer the rest. i’ll book us the choir room and find another rehearsal space just in case, and you can come up with choreography for the meantime. ” then, a photo sent to cecelia with all the open slots in his meticulously organized color-coded calendar that they could use for practice, and the next suggestion. “ then we can raid the costume archives in hummel house… or go shopping. ” lips curled into something more playful, the latter choice spoken as if some kind temptation that a material girl couldn’t refuse. “ my treat. ”
the corners of cecelia's lips curl upward, equal parts amused and pleased. “ told you. i'm always right. ” she says it with just enough exaggeration to make it clear she's joking . . . mostly. there is something oddly satisfying about finding someone who doesn't insist on turning every assignment into an identity crisis. if anything, sydney's instinct is refreshingly similar to hers: trust what already works, then make it exceptional. his confidence in the mashup only reinforces her own. “ and kelmeckis? ” a quiet scoff escapes her. “ he probably didn't mean for this to become a competition . . . ” she trails off, one brow arching. “ but have you met those people? ” a beat. “ that's exactly what's going to happen. someone's going to turn this into a full-blown production, someone else is going to cry, and miss whatshername will probably storm out of the auditorium because ‘people didn’t clap loud enough'. ”
cece scoots closer almost absentmindedly as he pulls up his calendar, leaning over just enough to study the meticulously color - coded schedule. “ okay . . . ” one finger taps a free afternoon. “ this one's ours. ” another. “ and maybe this one too, once we've lived with the arrangement for a couple days. ” unlike most people, the organization doesn't intimidate her. if anything, it earns an approving nod. “ i'll handle choreography, don't worry. ” she says it with complete certainty, already picturing formations in her head. “ nothing too theatrical, though. we don't need that to tell our story. ”
and then sydney mentions shopping. “ your treat? ” she repeats, turning to look at him with exaggerated disbelief. “ oh, my sweet, darling, syd. ” a hand comes to rest lightly against her chest dramatically. “ you cannot say something like that to a girl who just announced she's singing material girl. ” despite herself, a laugh slips free. “ that's, like, basically enabling. ” already, she can picture it: pearls, pink, perfectly tailored silhouettes. maybe she can get away with adding some sequins to sydney's outfit.
August let out a slow exhale through his nose, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards just a hair. He was getting somewhere. At least, she hadn't completely run off in the other direction yet, leaving him crestfallen. If all he got were these last few minutes, he'd have to make them count.
Shit, were they supposed to be rehearsing? Neither he nor Carter took show choir as seriously as the rest. "Uh... no," he admitted, sheepishly. "I feel like we could kinda wing it. Brochacho to brochacho." You're gonna lose her if you keep talking like that, man. He cleared his throat, trying to swing back to her somewhat gentle attempt of letting him down.
"So, what you're saying is I have a chance?" He asked, a little quizzically, eyebrow raised.
one perfectly shaped brow lifts at the phrase brochacho to brochacho, her expression hovering somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “ that's . . . certainly a strategy, ” she remarks dryly, tilting her head just enough to suggest she's giving it genuine consideration. “ not one i'd personally recommend, but a strategy nonetheless. ” her gaze lingers on him for a brief moment before his next question pulls the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. he really isn't subtle. most people would've taken the hint by now; august seems to choose not to.
one brow arches, as though she's carefully considering the question. “ yeah. sure. why not? ” the answer leaves her lips with almost suspicious ease, vague enough to satisfy him without committing her to anything in particular. in cecelia's mind, it settles comfortably beside all the other things that sound nice in theory and quietly disappear beneath the weight of a busy schedule. “ if we both happen to have some free time after all this, ” she gestures vaguely toward the choir room, “ maybe we'll figure something out. ” her smile returns, hoping to shift august's attention to a different topic. “ but first, you should probably survive your duet with carter. ”
"hot." sully murmurs, instinctively, and spritzes himself in the face with some of the water to cool off, flinching when the squeeze was too strong, and a little more than anticipated comes spraying out at him. "what the fuck is a cap sleeve? i want no sleeves. like the ones the chicks wear. just get me a bigger size of one of those." honestly, he wouldn't even be entirely opposed to the skirt, either. it'd show off his thighs better, but he was pretty sure they might get knocked down a few points if it wound up showing a little too much. ...or maybe it'd be the winning ticket. probably depended on who was judging. "oh, i do plenty of experimenting. but that's usually saved for after practice. feel free to join me in the showers later, if you want to learn more about my scientific method."
cecelia can't help but laugh as he flinches, the water bottle proving itself a far more formidable opponent than expected. for someone so thoroughly convinced of his own charm, sully has an uncanny talent for undermining himself in the most entertaining ways. “ well, that was graceful. ” the smile lingering on her lips makes it clear she means the exact opposite. “ cap sleeves are just tiny sleeves. they're not sleeveless, but they're about as close as coach has ever let the guys get. ” her gaze flickers back to his shoulders, as if genuinely trying to picture his proposal, before she relents with a small shrug. “ i'll see what i can do, okay? no promises. ” whether the suggestion has any real chance of making it past coach steele is another matter entirely, but she supposes it's worth asking if only to watch the conversation unfold. then his last remark lands, earning half a second of thoughtful silence before the corners of her mouth curl upward again. “ the showers, huh? ” she hums, looking him over with exaggerated consideration. “ you're going to have to publish some very compelling research before i volunteer as a test subject. ”
“ –Hey, you wanna,” Shepherd shot back the tequila in his glass, seething around the burn, then reveling in it. He could feel it in his veins, warming his skin on the wash down through his nerves; probably loved it too much. Wasn’t the time to think about it, though. The bass of the music was vibrating the floor beneath him, the lights at Adrenaline kept him and Cece bathed in an ever-changing kaleidoscope of color. The night was about them, not about his shit. “You wanna laugh at me?” It’s not like it ever took very much to get Cecelia Sinclair laughing at him– she had been for years now, taking every opportunity to catch some joy at his cost. Shepherd never really minded it. He liked the sound of her laugh, the way that she’d throw anything he gave her right back at him. Push and pull, give and take. He’d slip, and fall if it’d keep her entertained. “You know that show at the Bijou? Rocky Horror?” He had to take a breath through it, like the shit wasn’t terrifying– like Dave wouldn’t kill him if he found out. “Lost a contest at Beta Rho; they made me audition for the thing– Rhys too.” Now the laugh. “Got fucking cast. No getting out of it– and guess what? I blame you.”
@lyricaels ; cece and shepherd going out to party!!
there is a warmth settled comfortably in the pit of cecelia's stomach, the kind that comes from good company, loud music, and three tequila shots consumed over the course of forty minutes. she'd let herself be talked into a night out without much convincing, eager to trade captaincies, rehearsals, and everyone else's expectations for sticky bar tops, a dance floor she'd inevitably end up on, and the familiar comfort of lucas' company. by now, the bass reverberates pleasantly beneath her heels, the apples of her cheeks flushed a soft pink from the alcohol, her laughter arriving easier than the carefully measured smiles she wears the rest of the week. nights like these have always been effortless with lucas, which is probably why she never thinks twice before saying yes ( even if she does make a habit of dragging it out before outright accepting it ).
cecelia is already smiling by the time shepherd finishes his question, lifting her tequila in a silent toast before taking a sip. “ shep, i laugh at you recreationally. ” she deadpans, the corners of her lips betraying her amusement. “ you really didn't need to ask. ” she shifts against the bar, giving him her full attention, expecting whatever story he's about to tell to be embarrassing. by the time he reaches got fucking cast, she's already covering her mouth with the back of her hand, laughter escaping despite her best efforts. “ oh, my god. ” she manages between laughs, shaking her head. “ you got cast? ” the word is repeated with far too much delight, as though it somehow makes the situation infinitely funnier.
she finally catches her breath just in time for him to place the blame squarely on her. the blonde blinks once, twice, then points to herself in exaggerated disbelief. “ excuse me? ” a laugh escapes her all over again. “ i seem to remember you being the one who insisted on making that stupid bet. ” one perfectly manicured finger comes up to point at him now. “ unless i somehow held you at gunpoint and forced you to audition, i'm pretty sure this one's on you. ” another grin spreads across her face, entirely too pleased with herself. “ honestly? i think that's karma. ”
she couldn't help but shrug, embarrassed by her decisions and feeling even worse admitting them to cece. in fact, she almost forgot just how bad her stomach felt or her head pounded, because seeing the disappointment in cece's eyes was enough. perhaps she stayed in child pose as long as she did if only to hide from the shame. but the moment cece's nudged her, goldie's head perked up. "you know i have trouble sayin' no to free drinks." she muttered, as if that explanation was good enough. taking the water bottle offered to her, goldie took a long sip. but it was no help, even drinking water felt like a chore.
"you always take such good care of me," she sighed, smiling up at the blonde. maybe if coach steele commented on her current state, cece would be able to convince her that goldie was not hungover and definitely not suffering from a stomach ache from hell. "i hope we're not gonna practice the pyramid today..." she didn't know if she had it in her to help lift people into the air. or flip through the air. in fact, she should've cashed in her one sick day of the year. "did she tell you her plans?" goldie wondered, the question holding a double meaning. did coach steele tell cece what would be on the schedule for cheer practice today, or did she tell cece more about what she wanted them to do regarding glee club.
cecelia lets out an exasperated sigh, though the fond smile tugging at her lips takes any real bite out of it. " well, you have to work on that. saying no is very important, and it is a full sentence, goldie. " the words are delivered in the same patient, matter - of - fact tone she'd use with a little sister . . . if she had one. " free drinks aren't actually free if this is what they cost you the next morning. " she reaches up to brush a few stray strands of hair away from her face, unable to completely hide the affectionate look in her eyes. " you always make me sound much nicer than i am, babe. " a quiet laugh escapes her. " but . . . i'm glad you know someone has to keep you alive. "
her features soften further at the mention of practicing the pyramid. " look, if you feel like coach is onto you, fake a twisted ankle or something. " cecelia's voice drops to a whisper, as though coach steele might somehow overhear them. " she'll still give you hell, but it'll be nothing compared to what she'll do if she finds out you're hungover. " goldie's question earns a knowing look, the double meaning not lost on her. " i've been filled in, yes, and let's just say she expects results as soon as possible. "
🏒 ˚ ﹕ㅤㅤ there were times when cecelia left him in awe, speechless and unsure whether to feel wonderstruck or primal fear whenever she spoke like she was so completely sure of herself. almost as if a force of nature in the shape of a girl, almost as if she could make the universe bend to her whims. and whether that confidence was a hundred-percent foolproof and unshakable didn’t even matter, because sydney knew she’d do everything in her power to meet whatever expectations she’d set for herself. " you know that you’re kind of real scary when you talk like that, right? ” sydney asked, no malice in his voice, a simple lighthearted observation spoken with admiration than judgment. “ like everyone else in the world are a bunch of a blurry thingamabobs, and you’re the only one drawn with clear and sharp lines. ” and more than anything, it made sydney feel like a poor fake, how he tried to always appear like a pillar of grace and excellence, but it seemed almost impossible to measure up to cecelia. but sydney was nothing but persistent, a grade-A chameleon and people pleaser, a handsome smile maintained on his lips to hold himself back from portraying any semblance of intimidation or hesitation. “ i think material girl is perfect. it’s fun, it’s a classic, and if it speaks to you then that’s already half the assignment done right. ” a satisfied laugh slipped past his lips, could already see the whole performance coming together perfectly in his head and he hadn’t even settled on a song for his part. other members of new directions might opt for the more emotional choices, overshare in the form of a rodgers and hammerstein medley, but sydney felt more comfortable in this⸻ gratification over vulnerability, iconography versus melodrama, allure over a complete evisceration of themselves for an assignment. “ i was thinking the who’s baba o'riley, the cure’s boys don’t cry, or maybe something by jeff buckley, but since we’re doing material girl… ” sydney paused for a moment as he searched something up on his phone, looking up lyrics then handing it over to cecelia. he thought it was the perfect song, with a contrasting title and complementary lyrics to cecelia’s choice. “ good ol’ fashioned lover boy by queen. we can tell a story here, a girl who wants to be showered with everything she deserves, and a lover boy who’ll give his girl anything fancy if that’s what she wants to prove his love. so very us. ”
a soft laugh escapes her, accompanied by a small shake of her head. " that's a very dramatic way of saying i'm opinionated. " there's no offense taken in his observation, only quiet amusement. she'd spent long enough being called intimidating to know there was usually some truth to it, though she preferred to think of it as simply knowing what she wanted. " and for the record . . . " she gestures vaguely in his direction. " i don't think you're a blurry thingamabob. " the corners of her lips lift into a knowing smile. " you've got a pretty good sense of who you are. otherwise you wouldn't have rattled off three songs without thinking twice, and you definitely wouldn't have picked songs that all tell me something different about you. " she pauses, studying him for a moment with a curiosity that borders on analytical. " i think you just spend more time questioning your instincts than i do. that's not the same thing. "
the corners of her lips lift a fraction higher. " see? that's why i knew we'd work well together. " she nods once, pleased that he doesn't seem interested in overcomplicating the assignment. " everyone else is treating it like they have to bare their soul for three minutes, but i don't really see the point. " a small shrug follows, " if a song already feels like you, why go digging for something more obscure just because it's less obvious? " cecelia lets the question linger for a beat, absently twirling a loose strand of hair around one finger. " i just think people spend so much time trying to surprise everyone else that they end up losing what made the choice interesting in the first place. "
her attention shifts to the phone he offers, humming thoughtfully as she reads through the first few suggestions. " can't say i ever listened to baba o'riley before . . . " she mumbles to herself, loud enough for sydney to hear it. " boys don't cry does mix well with material girl. " then she reaches the last title. " wait. " the word comes out before she can stop it. without a second thought, she takes the phone from his hand, eyes quickly scanning the lyrics before darting back to meet his. " syd, that's actually⸻ " for the first time since joining new directions, the perfectly polished queen bee slips, replaced by someone visibly excited. " ⸻that's brilliant! " a grin spreads across her face as she looks back down, already picturing their performance. " material girl and good ol' fashioned lover boy? the titles play off each other, the lyrics already tell a story . . . " she taps lightly against the screen with one manicured nail, unable to hide how invested she's suddenly become. " okay . . . yeah. unless you somehow have an even better idea hiding somewhere, i think we just found our mashup. "
⭐an open starter for anyone in new directions
as co-captain of the new directions and someone still living in shame from last year's disastrous competition season, stella firmly believed that it was her duty to ensure that each and every new directions member was taking things seriously. not just in their group rehearsals, but outside of them too.
which was why she'd taken to cornering new directioners in public settings, appearing seemingly out of thin air beside them in a way that might terrify those with a weaker constitution. luckily, her voice alerted people to her presence soon after. that day's opening line? "hope you're excited about this week's show choir assignment," words she delivered with an only vaguely threatening smile.
"randomized pairing mashups - how fun! i recommend booking the choir room for your rehearsals sooner, rather than later, before it's monopolized by other - lesser and non-performance related - activities."
cece's attention lifts from her phone at the sound of stella's voice, glossy lips curling into the sort of fake pleasant smile reserved for people she couldn't care less about. " you know, " she begins, slipping her phone into her bag with unhurried precision, " i do admire your commitment. " the compliment hangs in the air just long enough to almost sound genuine before she continues. " i just think it's interesting that you've somehow appointed yourself everyone's personal rehearsal coordinator. " a delicate shrug rolls off one shoulder. " i'm sure it comes from a good place, though. "
she smooths an imaginary crease from the hem of her skirt before looking back at stella. " but i don't really need managing. " her tone remains perfectly even, almost conversational. " i've always found that people who take something seriously don't usually have to remind everyone else that they do. " another small smile follows, polished enough to pass as friendly. " actually, sydney and i already booked it. you would've known that if you'd checked the schedule in the last fifteen minutes instead of tracking me down. "
𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 . Via Tiktok ( x ) .
August let out a breathy laugh that was more air rather than sound, attempting his best to project looking casual, his shoulders relaxed despite that fact that his brain was making a giant whirring sound inside. He scrubbed a hand over the nape of his neck, heat creeping up past his collar as he looked back at her, his expression caught between sheepish and just stupidly fond.
"Eager's a strong word," he said, aware that was a glaring lie, but he delivered it with just enough confidence that maybe it could pass. "I prefer... proactive. Forward thinking. The man with a plan." Eager.
He shifted his weight, toe of his sneaker nudging at the scuffed linoleum floor, watching her heavy disinterest in him. Luckily for him and unluckily for Cecilia, he could not take the hint. Subtly was not his strong suit. "I mean," he continued, trying to get her attention once more, tugging at the one backpack strap on his shoulder. "I like Carter and all, but two guys singing together is just sad. Nobody wants to see a pork show." He wasn't sure what he was trying to get out of this; he wasn't fond of singing in front of people already, this was more so a ploy to spend time alone with her.
cece's smile grows despite herself. august's persistence is almost impressive; she'd long since figured out he wasn't nearly as subtle as he believed himself to be, but there was something oddly charming about watching him commit so wholeheartedly to the act. " proactive? " she repeats, one brow arching as though she's genuinely weighing the distinction. " that's certainly one way to spin it. " a quiet laugh escapes her, accompanied by a small shake of her head. " hmmm, i don't know, auggie . . . sounds suspiciously close to eager, if you ask me. "
her attention drifts back to the screen of her phone, thumb idly swiping away a notification before slipping the device back into her tote. only then does she look up at him again, expression still carrying that easy, amused warmth. " and, for the record, i think you're underestimating your chemistry with carter. " she shrugs, as though the answer is perfectly obvious. " who knows, maybe you two will turn out to be the breakout bromance of the year. " another smile follows, softer this time. " besides . . . it's not like this assignment is the last opportunity we'll ever have to perform with other people. if you keep insisting on it, i'm sure we'll end up sharing a stage eventually. " the reassurance is delivered almost absentmindedly, as if she's merely stating a fact rather than offering him a sliver of hope. " you're just going to have to be a little patient. " after a beat, she tilts her head, curiosity replacing the teasing. " have you and carter had your first rehearsal yet? "
🏒 ˚ ﹕ㅤㅤ there was a quiet comfort in being paired with cecelia by the luck of the draw, glad not to be paired with a total stranger, especially dreaded the possibility of drawing the name of an original club member who still felt territorial about this whole thing. as if every new member was encroaching on their sacred space like newly introduced species in an ecosystem, when the reality was that new directions needed this second wind after last year's failure. and sydney didn't want them to be any tension, but it might take some time before they could truly be a united front. but perhaps most importantly, sydney recognized himself in cecelia, both of them stipulating the universe to let everything be perfect and pristine in their lives. that alone was enough for sydney to believe that they were going to rise above everyone else, because neither of them would settle for anything less than great. " so, I basically have to choose a song that represents me and mash it up together with yours? " he chuckled at the idea, a tinge of disbelief at the absurdity of the assignment but he was amused nonetheless. " this is bound to give some people an identity crisis. not me, though. i think i've already got a few songs in mind. got an idea for yours? "
𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼: #cecelia&sydney teamup moment. discussing their glee club assignment @ hudson house, dorm #2b. do not disturb, they are cooking up a miracle. @lyricaels
cecelia can't help the small smile that pulls at the corner of her lips. unlike some of the other members, who had spent the better part of rehearsal complaining about the assignment or acting as though the mere suggestion of singing about themselves constituted emotional warfare, she actually finds it . . . kind of fun. if anything, it feels almost too easy. probably because she is doing it with someone she doesn't completely despises. " pretty much, yeah. " she replies, hesitantly sitting down on the arm of the couch because . . . this dorm has probably seen some things. " if it gives you an identity crisis, maybe you weren't all that sure of your identity to begin with. " the words leave her matter - of - factly, not as a jab, but as someone who has spent years carefully curating exactly who she is. now, whether that version is entirely authentic is another conversation, one she's in no rush to have.
" oh, yeah, i've known mine since the theme was announced. " she smiles, equal parts amused and unapologetic, as though there was never really another option worth considering. " material girl. " the title lingers between them for a beat before she continues, already anticipating the raised eyebrows it'd inevitably earn. " it's a little tongue - in - cheek, a little self-aware . . . and, let's be honest, probably exactly what everyone expects me to pick. " a light shrug follows, neither defensive nor embarrassed. " i've never really seen the point in pretending to be someone i'm not just to surprise people. if they walk away thinking they've got me all figured out, that's their mistake. " tilting her head, she studies him for a moment, curiosity replacing the teasing glint in her eyes. " so? what made your shortlist? " cece asks, a small but genuine smile appearing on her lips. " i don't know about you, but i am determined to do better than 98.5% of the club . . . at least. "
"this nonsense has gotten way out of hand, cece. you're quitting the gleek squad, no buts," eugena demands with a huff, arms folded across her chest. why her friend auditioned for the biggest loser club at saint rivera in the first place was beyond her. sure, eugena understood doing something quirky and unexpected to get people talking about you, but as the head cheerio, she really felt like her friend should know better and set a good example for the other girls. "and then, with you no longer there, this cringy fad should die out by the end of the week, and social order can be restored again," she continues with a sigh, rolling her eyes. "listen, i don't care what coach steele says. if she needs a spy so badly, let sully deal with it. you're killing your reputation and i won't allow this to go on." ( @lyricaels )
cece is halfway through tossing a potential skirt to wear onto her bed when eugena starts, and she pauses just long enough to let it land before shifting gears and walking over to her friend. " i hear you, " she says lightly, tone familiar rather than dismissive, like she’s used to eugena’s concern hitting maximum volume. " but i’m not exactly taking orders in my own room. " she pushes a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, completely unfazed. " look, i’m not happy about this whole glee club thing at all, but i can't quit, genie. " her gaze drifts toward the mirror, dark eyes scanning her reflection closely. " coach would kill me. or worse, kick me off the squad. or even worse, demote me. " she exhales softly through her nose, then looks back at eugena, calm and certain. " my reputation isn’t fragile enough to be killed by a club that’s already halfway to collapsing on its own, babe. this is just a temporary setback, i promise. " cece flashes her friend a confident smile, wanting to reassure her that her reputation still came first and she'd be damned if she let anything tarnish it. " oh, god, no. sully's idea of destroying the club is probably sleeping with everyone, which . . . could create chaos, but no. i'll come up with a plan that isn't a total mess. plans are my thing, anyway. "
who: sully & cecelia @lyricaels where: cheerios' practice
"okay, real talk, how much power do you have as captain?" sully squirts some water into his mouth from the bottle in his hand, gaze momentarily wandering to a passing teammate before his attention is brought back to cece once again. "because i think the dudes' uniforms need changing. you guys get those cute little skirts, and ours are so boring. like, i think they should at least be sleeveless. you know how distracted the other team would be, if they caught sight of my arms? it's science."
" oh, i've got plenty of power, " cece answers immediately, the confidence in her voice making it difficult to tell whether she's joking or not. " captain does come with a few perks, you know. i just happen to use my influence responsibly. " a grin tugs at the corners of her lips as her eyes travel down to the sleeves of his uniform, lingering there for a deliberately exaggerated moment before lifting back to meet his. " aww . . . you poor thing, are the half sleeves not enough? " she fights back a laugh, shaking her head at the sheer confidence of the claim. " you are aware the male uniform already has an option with cap sleeves, right? " she asks, brows knitting together in exaggerated concern. " oh, science, of course. " she repeats, nodding slowly like she's considering a peer-reviewed study. " i had no idea we were conducting research at cheer practice. should i take notes? "
option one. inside of the choir room [0/2]
there was a soft skip in her step as we walked into the choir room to join all her fellow glee club members. taking her usual seat in the second row, slightly off to the side, goldie shrugged out of the her cardigan (definitely used more for fashion then warmth) and laid it out on the chair next to her. by now everyone knew the spot was reserved for cece, but you could never be so sure! once she was settled, the blonde looked up at the board and saw this week's assignment written out. "do you think if we're allowed to trade partners?" she thought of when the names had been pulled out of the hat, how she wished to be matched with at least five people in here and none of them had been the named called. "i doubt mr. kelmeckis remembered every pair off the top of his head." she couldn't even list off two groups from the top of her head.
option two. outside during cheer practice [0/2]
the sun was high in the sky, bright as could be, but thankfully there was a breeze that accompanied the late september day which gave some relief. stretching next to the others, goldie brought her hand up to shield her eyes from the glare as she trained her gaze on the person next to her. "i really hope coach steele goes easy on us today. i had way too many beers last night at a frat party and my tummy's been gurgling all morning." she sighed, moving into child's pose. or at least an attempt at it, really she was trying to find some kind of comfort. "remind me never to drink that much again." it wouldn't matter. she'd do it again. she never learned from her mistakes.
option three. inside sweet sugar [0/2]
she had found a moment for herself, between her late morning and mid afternoon classes, to be alone with a sweet treat. her biggest weakness is her penchant for sugar, and having a dessert shop in town was not doing her any favors. goldie had just bit into her pumpkin cupcake with cheesecake frosting when she locked eyes with another. "please don't mention this to coach steele," she begged, real fear in her eyes. putting the pastry down, goldie grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth. "we're not supposed to eat unnecessary carbs or sugars, but it's a seasonal flavor!"
" you had frat party beers the night before practice, " cece repeats, slower, like she’s testing how ridiculous it sounds out loud. she looks at goldie for a long moment, then lets her gaze drift down to the very committed attempt at a yoga pose: arms stretched, shoulders tight, like she can will her body into forgiveness. it doesn’t work. cece exhales through her nose, unimpressed, and nudges her foot lightly against goldie’s. " honey, that’s not a stomach ache, that’s your body reminding you it has standarts and you failed to meet them. " she leans down slightly, grabbing her water bottle from the floor and holding it out like it’s an obligation more than kindness. " here, drink this before coach steele decides your suffering is a group sport. " her eyes flick over the field, then back. " and if she asks, you were 'strategically fasting', " she adds, air - quoting it with two fingers, expression flat, " and that’s why you’re currently . . . whatever this is supposed to be. "
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August had been struck in the butt by Cupid himself. That's the only logical reason he could think of for the way his hands began to sweat ever since Cece joined New Directions and the way his heart was quick to pick up whenever he got a whiff of whatever perfume she was wearing.
He was lovesick.
It was why, after practice, he had lingered back leaned against the piano like he hadn't been very intentionally pretending to retie his shoelaces for thirty seconds just to wait for her to pass by him. With the bait laid, he waited until she glanced at him — if she glanced at him, the pushed off the piano, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.
"Cecilia," he sang in the tune of the Simone & Garfunkel hit, basically having to stop himself from serenading her. "You know with these duets coming up, maybe we should do one of our own," he tried to pitch is as casually as he could. "The freaks do it all the time. They're like, weirdly always singing when they shouldn't." Forgetting himself that he was one of the said freaks now.
normally, cecelia wouldn't have lasted more than three minutes in a glee rehearsal before mentally checking out, but coach steele had given her a mission, and cece had never been one to half - ass an assignment. so, instead of tuning out the endless vocal warmups, she'd started paying attention, quietly collecting little pieces of information about her fellow clubmates as if they were puzzle pieces.
which was exactly how she'd learned that august had all the subtlety of a marching band. the conveniently timed conversations, the lingering looks, the way he somehow always managed to be exactly where she was whenever rehearsal came to an end . . . if he thought he was being discreet, he was giving himself far too much credit. luckily for august, she had no intention of making him squirm by acknowledging it. not yet, anyways.
" hm? " the blonde looks up from slipping her phone out of her tote, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. " oh, i'm sure we'll end up singing together eventually. " she shrugs lightly, already unlocking her screen as if the matter had solved itself. " there's only so many combinations before they run out of people. " her attention lingers on a notification for a beat before she glances back up, almost as an afterthought. " although . . . " another smile, amused this time. " you do seem awfully eager, auggie. should i be flattered, or are you just trying to get out of singing with someone else? "
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