#booksmart fic

[comic-book-jawns]

Amy on her way to meet Hope for their first official date

Walking down a street in NYC, flustered but excited, suddenly hears a guy calling after her

Guy: Hey!

Amy: *groans and rolls her eyes*

Guy: *getting closer* Excuse me!

Amy: *starts rummaging around in her fanny pack and panicking when she realizes she didn't bring mace* Fuck.

Guy: *even closer* Hey! I'm talking to you.

Amy: *slows to a stop, psyches herself up, then rapidly turns around and punches -

Hope: Fuck! *muffled as Hope covers her bloody nose with both hands*

Amy: Hope?! Where did - Are you , are you okay? I'm so sorry! Should I - I'll call an Uber. *frantically searches her jacket pockets, then her fanny pack* Fuck!

Guy: Here. *holds out Amy's phone*

Amy: *confused look* How did you -

Guy: *sheepishly* That's what I was trying to tell you... You dropped it.

Amy: *awkwardly* Oh... uh, thanks. Thank you. *grabs it with her hand, cries out and drops it again*

Hope: Amy, your hand! *Hope immediately removes her hands from her nose, revealing a trail of blood from her nose down to her chin and onto her clothes*

Amy: Oh my god, Hope! I -

Hope: *gently grabs Amy's severely bruised hand with both of hers*

Amy: *grimaces* I'm fine.

Hope: No, you're not. It looks broken.

Amy: *defensively* Yeah, well, so does your nose.

Hope: *looks at her in surprise*

Amy: *realizes what she flippantly said and immediately feels terrible* Oh my god. I'm so sorry! I didn't... I mean it really doesn't look that bad.

Hope: *burst out laughing*

Amy: *smiles after a moment*

Guy: *standing there awkwardly having picked up the phone again* Umm... who should I?

Hope: *starts laughing even harder, leans down and rests her forehead on Amy's shoulder, still holding Amy's injured hand*

Amy: *laughs a bit* I'll take it. Thank you. *grabs it with her non-injured hand and opens the Uber app*

Hope: *after a moment, leans back up, calmer now*

Amy: All right, the Uber will be here in two.

Hope: *nods*

Amy: I'm so sorry.

Hope: *smiles* I'm fine.

Amy: The blood stains on your teeth say otherwise.

Hope: *closes her mouth but can't help laughing*

Amy: I still don't get it.

Hope: What?

Amy: How did I end up punching... you?

Hope: Oh, well, I stepped in between you and the guy so -

Amy: On purpose?

Hope: Yeah.

Amy: Why?

Hope: *laughs*

Amy: What?

Hope: I didn't want you to have to go to jail again.

Amy: *trying to connect the dots*

Hope: I rounded the corner just after you walked by. I saw him and I realized what you were thinking but it was too late to stop you so...

Amy: *blushes and looks at Hope in awe* Oh, wow, that's uhh... *looks down* thank you.

Hope: *smiles* Anytime... although if you could hold off until after my nose heals...

Amy: *looks up and blushes more but laughs*

A car pulls up alongside them. Amy looks down at her phone to confirm it's their ride and realizes Hope is still holding her other hand. She smiles to herself.

Hope: This us? *nodding toward the car*

Amy: *looks up* Yup.

Hope: *smiles* Cool. *takes one of her hands off of Amy's to open the door for Amy*

Amy: *flustered, mumbles* Thanks.

Hope gets in behind Amy, still holding her hand, and closes the door. The driver turns around.

Driver: Am- *goes speechless and wide-eyed when he sees Hope's bloodied face*

Amy: Bellevue, please.

Driver gulps, nods, turns around wordlessly and starts driving. Hope slouches down and rests her head on Amy's shoulder. Amy smiles in surprise and leans her head against Hope's.

Hope: I'm gonna venmo you for my dry cleaning bill, just FYI.

Amy: *laughs* That's fair.

[just-a-lurker-42]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Booksmart (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amy/Hope (Booksmart) Characters: Amy (Booksmart), Hope (Booksmart) Summary:

"She likes how when she pushes, Amy pushes back."

Hope POV through the movie and eventually beyond.

[emilyjunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Amy x Hope; Booksmart Chaps: 3+4/4 Summary:  "Amy’s eyes stare into hers, trusting and soft, and Hope feels some kind of transformation within her -- something at work in her soul which she doesn’t understand. But she’s not afraid of it, and when Amy smiles at her, she smiles back, and she means it."

[comic-book-jawns]

So I extended Amy & Hope's last scene...

Amy: Well, if you ever end up in Botswana, you'd have a couch a crash on.

Hope: *turns around, smiles* Okay.

Amy: Well, technically, it won't be my couch because I'll be staying with a family, but I'm sure they'll be cool with it.

Hope: *turns around, turns back, waves* Okay. *turns around again* I mean, I'll also still be here for a couple weeks... so if you're not leaving right away.

Amy: *flustered* Yeah, totally!

Hope: *smiles, turns back around and continues walking away*

Amy: *looks down at the note, looks up at the sky* Yes! Yes! *starts walking toward her house, freezes* Shit! *sprints toward the street* Wait! Hope! *catches her as she's about to get in her car*

Hope: Hey, is everything -

Amy: *panting* I panicked... before... I am leaving... right away... Tomorrow, actually... I booked the flights months ago... and I didn't count on... anything like this... happening... obviously... and -

Hope: *smiling slightly* Amy...

Amy: They were really cheap seats... there was this discount I found and -

Hope: *smiling more* Nerd!

Amy: Yes?

Hope: *grinning* Relax! *puts her hands on Amy's shoulders* It's okay.

Amy: *smiles back* Oh, okay, cool.

Hope: *still smiling with her hands on Amy's shoulders*

Amy: Okay, bye. *awkward wave, starts walking away*

Hope: *confused, then bemused* Amy?!

Amy: Yeah? ... Oh... *starts to walk back and then realizes she's still holding the bag of clothes and Hope's note* Uh, just give me one second, sorry! *starts running back to her house* I don't want to lose your number! ... Or my underwear! ... Again!

Hope: *laughs and shakes her head, leans against her car, waiting*

Molly: *waiting at the door* Tell me everything!

Amy: I will, I promise... when I get back. Can you put this in my room?

Molly: *shocked/excited face*

Amy: *smiles*

Molly: Dude, go!

Amy: Right. *runs back, stands in front of Hope with her back to the street* Hey.

Hope: Hey. *starts leaning down*

Amy: Wait.

Hope: Oh, I'm sorry.

Amy: No, no. I just, uh, can we keep it like PG-13 this time?

Hope: *smiles* Yeah, of course, whatever you feel comfortable with.

Amy: *smiles* Cool. *starts tiptoeing up*

Hope: *sees car coming* Wait. *lifts Amy up, turns around and puts Amy down on the hood of her car, car passes close by* Sorry, you okay?

Amy: *in a daze* Fuck me... *flustered* I mean... you know what I mean... Not literally... Oh my god.

Hope: *laughs*

Amy: *starts laughing too*

*start making out, but still laughing too*

[emilyjunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Amy x Hope Chaps: 1/2 Summary: “She likes how when she pushes, Amy pushes back.” Hope POV through the movie and eventually beyond. 

[emilyjunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Amy x Hope Chaps: 2/3 Summary: Hope backpacks through the US, through Europe, a little bit of Africa, while her mind continues to travel to Amy.