Unrelated but like... Its so weird to me that NO ONE seemed to ship Rita/Scarlett in s1... I might need to rewatch it to like, make a compelling case but damn, I was suprised to see that it wasn't a big ship in the CDR fandom lol
The first part of my Swiftie Writing Project is here!! I've only written this ship once before in a drabble, but I've been wanting to write more of them. Enjoy some cute fluff!
Read on ao3
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of her car
She's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
Lemon could feel every slight bump in the road as she sat in the passenger seat. Priyanka’s hand-me-down used car was older than both of them combined. The air conditioning was broken and the battery was on the fritz, but it didn’t stop them from impromptu weekend road trips.
The teenagers were just returning from the movie theater, two towns over. The little Ontario town they lived in was more of a glorified village, so they had to travel to do anything fun.
Lemon listened to the radio as they passed the other cars. The windows were down and she felt the summer sun on her hair, making it appear blonder.
She let go of Priyanka’s hand to reach over to the radio dial, slowly turning it to the left. The music went quieter, causing her girlfriend to notice. Priyanka glanced at her for a moment, her head slightly turned.
“Baby, is something wrong?” she asked.
When Priyanka asked her, Lemon realized how stupid she was about to sound. But she was already too deep, so she might as well go for it.
“It’s nothing, I just kinda realized that we don’t have a song,” she said sheepishly.
Priyanka tilted her head in confusion as she changed lanes, “What do you mean? Do we have to have a song?” she pointed out. Her girlfriend had a point, it wasn’t something they needed to have to be in a relationship.
Lemon shrugged and turned the radio volume back up. Some music could maybe give her some inspiration.
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late, and your mama don't know
Later that night, Lemon couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. The blonde gave up on trying to fight for sleep and peeked out her bedroom blinds to the neighbor’s house.
The only window that had a light on was the one at the end of the hallway. She grinned as she soon found her hoodie and Converse shoes in the dark.
Several minutes later, Lemon crossed the quiet street while looking out for any stray cars. Most of everyone in town was back home at this late hour.
She snuck through the rose bushes in front of Priyanka’s window, being careful of the thorns. Priyanka’s house was one of the nicest yards in the neighborhood, and Lemon did not want to ruin that.
Lemon got to the window and reached to carefully tap on the glass. She couldn’t be too loud and wake up the entire house. Piryanka’s parents were serious about getting enough sleep at night.
A pair of eyes peeked through the blinds before they were pulled up. Priyanka recognized Lemon in the light from her bedroom and opened the window.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a low voice.
“I couldn’t sleep, can you let me in?” the blonde asked.
Priyanka looked towards her bedroom door, and then back to her girlfriend, “Fine, just keep your voice down.”
Lemon would cringe as she would accidentally cause the back screen door to slam early the next morning, but sneaking back into her house was always worth more time with Priyanka.
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
Lemon spent all day after getting home from school the next week listening to every playlist she had. All through the driving playlist, the homework playlist, and everything that Spotify recommended to her.
No song that felt like it was meant to be their song.
Priyanka wasn’t the one who was into finding what their song was, but that just made Lemon more determined. All their friends had found songs that fit their relationships, but Lemon felt that their song was still out there.
By the end of the week, Lemon was feeling like she was nearly giving up on finding a song. She reached the point of listening to her parent’s old CDs, but that wasn’t helping her search either.
She and Priyanka were going on another small road trip to the only mall in the area, that was over an hour away. She needed her sleep, even if that meant her search was over for the night.
Lemon shut her old laptop without bothering to shut it off. Putting it on the ottoman at the foot of her bed, she drifted off to a dreamless, uninspiring sleep.
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
“When is this road work going to be over?” Priyanka sighed as they pulled up to the long line of cars in front of them. The traffic reached a standstill as they were nearing the exit to get off the freeway.
Lemon glanced at the radio that was playing her usual driving playlist. She already listened to these songs all week as she was on a listless search for her and Priyanka’s songs. The blonde was growing bored of these songs that she’d listened to so many times.
With a swoop of her hand, Lemon took her phone off the aux cord. The car turned to sudden silence, with only the sound of the engine keeping them company.
Priyanka looked at her in surprise, “What was that for?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. She glanced between Lemon and the phone that was still in her hand.
Lemon looked at the radio again, “Why don’t we find a radio station to listen to? I’ve been listening to these songs literally all week, it's not even funny.”
“Are you still trying to find our song?” Priyanka asked as she pressed the power button on the radio dial. All they heard was an angry white noise until Priyanka found the search button to find a station.
As the traffic pulled up, Lemon searched through the different stations. She found the top 40, gospel, folk songs, and classic rock. At the higher end of the FM stations, she found a station playing popular songs from the 90’s and 2000’s.
During the rest of the car ride, Lemon sang her heart out with Priyanka by her side. Backstreet Boys, Destiny’s Child, and then to Spice Girls filled the car as they made their way to the mall. As Priyanka found a good parking spot during the middle of a Britney Spears classic, an idea suddenly hit Lemon.
She pulled open the glovebox, searching through the insurance cards and owner’s manual. At the bottom of the papers, she found an old napkin with a Taco Bell logo on it. She found a pen that originally came from a nearby bank off the floor, and clicked it.
“Are you writing a list?” Priyanka asked as she shut off the car.
“No, I’m gonna write our song,” Lemon said as she tested the pen on her hand.
Priyanka rolled her eyes playfully, “Can you write it after we go to the sale at Zara?”
Lemon laughed as she put the napkin and pen on the dusty dashboard. “C’mon, you dork,” she said before they both left the car, holding hands as they walked inside.
i'm in tears at synthia not hearing lemon's verse playing during the stream while talking about lemon's look because her audio is on the same channel as the music😭
