FIC : Other Girl Meets Normal Girl (Part 1.)
Characters : Other Girl/Normal Girl Length : 560 words. Rating : K Summary : A random encounter in a cafe that could change Other Girl-San and Normal Girl-Chan's lives forever. Idea submitted by district---4
You sigh in frustration, slamming the hard plastic cover of your Nintendo DS onto the wooden cafe table you're seated at, sending specks of your just-ordered tea in every direction.
"Ugh. I just don't understand! How could my level 26 Geodude get beaten by a level 1 Zigzagoon?! The wiki said that if I us~", your very vocal frustrations are cut off by the arrival of pair of bright, nearly fluroscent stalks protruding from some very, very fitting jean shorts.
She sits at the table opposite you, you watch as she as she downs her multitude of shopping bags and unzips the Hollister hoodie that seems to be hugging her as if it's afraid of letting her go. Down, down, down, the mechanism goes, she pauses for a moment to play with the zip handle absentmindedly, as if losing her train of thought on the sale of accessories at a nearby boutique.
She shakes, not quite violently, but almost as if there is something unwanted on her shoulder, causing her flowing blonde locks to dance wildly in the movement. A perfect match to your own brunette waves, you think for a second, before returning to following the girls actions.
She must see you as you notice her brow begin to furrow and soften, concerned but then forgiving. It's then that the lump in your throat begins to grow exponentially.
"Hey!", she calls out from across the tables.
Nervously, you inquire with a "Yes?"
"I noticed you looking over here, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine!", you reply, accidentally with too must haste in the exchange.
"Oh, well, would you like to sit with me? I wouldn't want a cute girl like you to sit alone!"
Friendly, you think, but can you accept? Not possibly.
Before you have a chance to reply, she cuts you off, "I'm Other Girl-San, by the way".
"Oh um, hi Other Girl-San, I'm... Normal...Normal Girl-Chan".
Did you really just forget your name? This was embarassing. There was no way you can sit and hold a conversation with this beautiful woman, this beautiful blonde deity, the angst on your part alone would be enough to fuel entire fanfic sagas.
"No, thanks. Thank you, but umm..yeah", you hurriedly gather your things, smile and dash out of there, disregarding the slight pink tinting of your cheeks as a sudden onset of 'otp feels'.
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At some, something changes.
You sit on your bed, beginning to watch Supernatural, 'I've heard this one includes Destiel' you grin excitedly, but when the 40 minutes of television passes you don't feel right.
A tormented huff escapes your vocal chords as you frown at what you have just watched. 'Accidental Destiel hand touching', you say, 'why am I not flailing?' you ask yourself, layering the truth with empty questions.
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Later you turn to the Internet.
Your dash is crazy today, hipster pictures, gifsets, new promos including the otp you thought was dead and gone.
A smile creeps up on your face as a little red number pops upon your seventh refreshal of the page.
A message.
You smile, secretly thankfulfor something to take your mind off whatever it is - you didn't know - that was bothering you.
Fingers hover tentatively over the left mouse button, 'could it be from Other Girl-San?'
TO BE CONTINUED...
