Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 22:42:21 GMT 10
Title: She’s The Man IV
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 681
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Surprisingly, Alanna doesn’t call Jon any names. However, she’s in touch with her emotions, Gary’s got a little somethin’ somethin’ for Cythera, and hey: new school, new babe pool. What’s not to like?
A/N: A loving parody of "She's the Man" feat. Amanda Bynes, which in turn is a loving parody of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night", so I figured why not? Fun fact, Twelfth Night is one of my favorites.
Before this school year, there were very few things that Alanna would have known she actually liked about being a girl, and would miss if it were taken away.
However, before this school year, Alanna actually was a girl to the rest of the world and not masquerading as her brother so that he could play hooky from school and tour the world with his band.
She never would have guessed that she missed talking with other girls…until she found herself surrounded in the cafeteria.
“Wait, Thom, are you eating alone?”
Alanna paid no attention to the question until Delia plunked her empty tray down on the table. Cythera, behind her, slid onto the bench across from Alanna.
Oh, right. They were talking to Alanna, because they thought she was Thom. Right.
“Um…just waiting for the guys,” Alanna floundered, looking around to see if Jon, Gary, or Raoul were anywhere in sight. “Must’ve got here early.”
“Oh,” Delia mentioned, “…you just looked so deep in thought, and I was wondering if there was anything,” she scooted slightly closer, “that I could do to help.”
Alanna gulped, trying to discreetly put some space between Delia and herself. “Nope, nope, nothing at all, I was just…thinking about some girl—“
“-Oh, really?” Cythera pressed, leaning in. “Anyone we know?”
Delia looked at her expectantly.
“Um, no, nope, just my ex—listen, can we change the subject? I kinda don’t want to talk about it—“
The word “ex” was a magic word, apparently, because Delia and Cythera backed off quickly. “Oh, we’re sorry, we didn’t mean to press. Are you alright?”
“It’s not very often that guys are so open about their feelings,” Cythera added.
“I know, right?” Alanna blurted before catching herself. “I mean, I know, I just like to stay in touch with my emotions and all.”
Delia nodded, head propped on one hand as she watched Alanna. “You are so right.”
Alanna was saved from having to say anything else by the timely and yet obnoxious arrival of Raoul, Gary, and Jon.
“--Dude. And then you ripped one—Oh, hey Thom.” Jon plonked his tray down on the table. Gary and Raoul, snickering, followed suit.
Alanna gave them a disgusted look. “Really?”
Jon saw Delia and swallowed hard. “H-hi, Delia.” He shot a hard look at Alanna, who shrugged.
“These lovely ladies were just keeping me company until you arrived,” She explained. “We were having a fantastic conversation.”
Delia laid a hand on Alanna’s arm. “Looks like the guys are here, and anyway, I have to go study.”
“Way to leave me with them,” Alanna replied, earning a laugh from both of the other girls as they walked away.
Jon stared at Delia, and Gary and Raoul stared at Alanna as the girls giggled.
“Duuuuuuude.”
Alanna turned back to her friends. “What?”
Gary looked from the retreating backs of the girls to Alanna. “How do you do that?”
Alanna shrugged. “You know how it is. New school, new babe pool.”
Gary whistled low. “You have all the luck; that Cythera, man… she’s got a little somthin’ somethin’.”
Raoul stared incredulously at Gary. “Yeah, dude, asthma and headgear.”
“Shut up!” Gary shoved Raoul.
Jon shook his head. “Thom, you have to help me get Delia to go on a date with me.”
Alanna choked on her milk. “Me?”
Waving a hand around them, Jon explained, “I mean, look at what—you were just—“
“We were talking, like the rational human beings you all aren’t.” Alanna placed the empty milk carton down. “Make it worth my time.”
While Jon thought, Alanna started on her burger.
“I’ll help you practice, so you can make it into the fencing championships.” Jon declared. “I mean, you’re gonna help me out, so I can help you out, right?”
Alanna thought this over; private lessons from the captain of the school team, and last year’s championship winner?
“Sounds good to me,” she informed Jon happily.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 681
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Surprisingly, Alanna doesn’t call Jon any names. However, she’s in touch with her emotions, Gary’s got a little somethin’ somethin’ for Cythera, and hey: new school, new babe pool. What’s not to like?
A/N: A loving parody of "She's the Man" feat. Amanda Bynes, which in turn is a loving parody of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night", so I figured why not? Fun fact, Twelfth Night is one of my favorites.
Before this school year, there were very few things that Alanna would have known she actually liked about being a girl, and would miss if it were taken away.
However, before this school year, Alanna actually was a girl to the rest of the world and not masquerading as her brother so that he could play hooky from school and tour the world with his band.
She never would have guessed that she missed talking with other girls…until she found herself surrounded in the cafeteria.
“Wait, Thom, are you eating alone?”
Alanna paid no attention to the question until Delia plunked her empty tray down on the table. Cythera, behind her, slid onto the bench across from Alanna.
Oh, right. They were talking to Alanna, because they thought she was Thom. Right.
“Um…just waiting for the guys,” Alanna floundered, looking around to see if Jon, Gary, or Raoul were anywhere in sight. “Must’ve got here early.”
“Oh,” Delia mentioned, “…you just looked so deep in thought, and I was wondering if there was anything,” she scooted slightly closer, “that I could do to help.”
Alanna gulped, trying to discreetly put some space between Delia and herself. “Nope, nope, nothing at all, I was just…thinking about some girl—“
“-Oh, really?” Cythera pressed, leaning in. “Anyone we know?”
Delia looked at her expectantly.
“Um, no, nope, just my ex—listen, can we change the subject? I kinda don’t want to talk about it—“
The word “ex” was a magic word, apparently, because Delia and Cythera backed off quickly. “Oh, we’re sorry, we didn’t mean to press. Are you alright?”
“It’s not very often that guys are so open about their feelings,” Cythera added.
“I know, right?” Alanna blurted before catching herself. “I mean, I know, I just like to stay in touch with my emotions and all.”
Delia nodded, head propped on one hand as she watched Alanna. “You are so right.”
Alanna was saved from having to say anything else by the timely and yet obnoxious arrival of Raoul, Gary, and Jon.
“--Dude. And then you ripped one—Oh, hey Thom.” Jon plonked his tray down on the table. Gary and Raoul, snickering, followed suit.
Alanna gave them a disgusted look. “Really?”
Jon saw Delia and swallowed hard. “H-hi, Delia.” He shot a hard look at Alanna, who shrugged.
“These lovely ladies were just keeping me company until you arrived,” She explained. “We were having a fantastic conversation.”
Delia laid a hand on Alanna’s arm. “Looks like the guys are here, and anyway, I have to go study.”
“Way to leave me with them,” Alanna replied, earning a laugh from both of the other girls as they walked away.
Jon stared at Delia, and Gary and Raoul stared at Alanna as the girls giggled.
“Duuuuuuude.”
Alanna turned back to her friends. “What?”
Gary looked from the retreating backs of the girls to Alanna. “How do you do that?”
Alanna shrugged. “You know how it is. New school, new babe pool.”
Gary whistled low. “You have all the luck; that Cythera, man… she’s got a little somthin’ somethin’.”
Raoul stared incredulously at Gary. “Yeah, dude, asthma and headgear.”
“Shut up!” Gary shoved Raoul.
Jon shook his head. “Thom, you have to help me get Delia to go on a date with me.”
Alanna choked on her milk. “Me?”
Waving a hand around them, Jon explained, “I mean, look at what—you were just—“
“We were talking, like the rational human beings you all aren’t.” Alanna placed the empty milk carton down. “Make it worth my time.”
While Jon thought, Alanna started on her burger.
“I’ll help you practice, so you can make it into the fencing championships.” Jon declared. “I mean, you’re gonna help me out, so I can help you out, right?”
Alanna thought this over; private lessons from the captain of the school team, and last year’s championship winner?
“Sounds good to me,” she informed Jon happily.