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Title: Vote for Me!
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Veronica, Wanda (will look for her last name but was too lazy tonight)
Author's Notes: Was watching the reruns tonight and couldn't resist playing with Wanda for a bit. So much fun and a short skirt, to boot!
“I was hoping it would be you.” A large sign hung in mid-air in front of her eyes. Veronica was fairly certain she was awake so it wasn’t a dream. Besides, she always misspelled President when she was dreaming. Everything always came out with an extra s that irritated her even in sleep. No, this was just too good to be true.
Wanda held up her campaign sign, obscuring every part of her body but cold, sarcastic eyes and a swatch of dark hair. “Don’t forget to vote. It’s your duty.”
After the election at the beginning of the year, she hadn’t seen much of Wanda. That was probably for the best. College was still within her grasp, even if she’d have to find some way to get that money back. She’d be damned if Wanda took that away from her.
“Well, considering there’s nothing to vote about, what exactly did you want me to do? Do you need more signs? More puffy paint?” Veronica hid her smirk behind a hand as if she was yawning, trying not to egg on the offbeat girl. Quirkiness was hard to handle this late at night…or this early in the morning.
The eyes narrowed but never faltered, staying hard as ice. “Okay, I need help. Something tells me you’ll have all the answers to this one. Incidentally, this is all I had in my car. Don’t make me say please.”
Veronica stood on her tiptoes, trying to see over the large piece of cardstock. It was amazing that the girl had held onto the obvious signs of her defeat, considering she probably didn’t still have any evidence she had ever been in pep squad. The other girl stepped back, keeping everything camouflaged and out of the light from the door.
“Nope. You can’t see what’s behind here until you promise me that you still have that pair of Nike trainers I lent you in seventh grade.”
“Uh, sure. I think I can probably find them somewhere unless Dad went on a closet-cleaning rampage. Were you thinking the shoes would match the sign?”
The sign dropped and Veronica couldn’t help laughing this time. “Yes, laugh it up.” Wanda’s hands now sat on her hips…and nothing else. “I’m thinking the trainers will go with the jeans and t-shirt I plan on borrowing from you.”
“A streaking party gone awry?”
Wanda shook her head, the reddish fringe covering up the eyes which now held more embarrassment than one girl should have to deal with. She reached down to grab the sign and covered up all the more embarrassing parts, leaving her newest tattoo uncovered just enough that Veronica got a good look at the winking eye.
“More like a prank finished on a high note followed by another prank. At least I got some entertainment from one of them. Let me in before I freeze off something valuable?”
It wasn’t hard to step back and let the girl in. Even if she was a complete jerk, there was still good in that heart. Besides, she knew she was too smart to be conned by this girl again. And if she tried to take her on again, there would always be the mention of this little escapade. “Come on in. Let’s get you some clothes. I’d say it was like old times but that sounds vaguely dirty and we’ve never done this type of thing before.”
Wanda’s eyebrow shot up. “And we aren’t going to start now so don’t get your hopes up.”
(x-posted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hopingitwasyou and veronicamarsfic)
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Veronica, Wanda (will look for her last name but was too lazy tonight)
Author's Notes: Was watching the reruns tonight and couldn't resist playing with Wanda for a bit. So much fun and a short skirt, to boot!
“I was hoping it would be you.” A large sign hung in mid-air in front of her eyes. Veronica was fairly certain she was awake so it wasn’t a dream. Besides, she always misspelled President when she was dreaming. Everything always came out with an extra s that irritated her even in sleep. No, this was just too good to be true.
Wanda held up her campaign sign, obscuring every part of her body but cold, sarcastic eyes and a swatch of dark hair. “Don’t forget to vote. It’s your duty.”
After the election at the beginning of the year, she hadn’t seen much of Wanda. That was probably for the best. College was still within her grasp, even if she’d have to find some way to get that money back. She’d be damned if Wanda took that away from her.
“Well, considering there’s nothing to vote about, what exactly did you want me to do? Do you need more signs? More puffy paint?” Veronica hid her smirk behind a hand as if she was yawning, trying not to egg on the offbeat girl. Quirkiness was hard to handle this late at night…or this early in the morning.
The eyes narrowed but never faltered, staying hard as ice. “Okay, I need help. Something tells me you’ll have all the answers to this one. Incidentally, this is all I had in my car. Don’t make me say please.”
Veronica stood on her tiptoes, trying to see over the large piece of cardstock. It was amazing that the girl had held onto the obvious signs of her defeat, considering she probably didn’t still have any evidence she had ever been in pep squad. The other girl stepped back, keeping everything camouflaged and out of the light from the door.
“Nope. You can’t see what’s behind here until you promise me that you still have that pair of Nike trainers I lent you in seventh grade.”
“Uh, sure. I think I can probably find them somewhere unless Dad went on a closet-cleaning rampage. Were you thinking the shoes would match the sign?”
The sign dropped and Veronica couldn’t help laughing this time. “Yes, laugh it up.” Wanda’s hands now sat on her hips…and nothing else. “I’m thinking the trainers will go with the jeans and t-shirt I plan on borrowing from you.”
“A streaking party gone awry?”
Wanda shook her head, the reddish fringe covering up the eyes which now held more embarrassment than one girl should have to deal with. She reached down to grab the sign and covered up all the more embarrassing parts, leaving her newest tattoo uncovered just enough that Veronica got a good look at the winking eye.
“More like a prank finished on a high note followed by another prank. At least I got some entertainment from one of them. Let me in before I freeze off something valuable?”
It wasn’t hard to step back and let the girl in. Even if she was a complete jerk, there was still good in that heart. Besides, she knew she was too smart to be conned by this girl again. And if she tried to take her on again, there would always be the mention of this little escapade. “Come on in. Let’s get you some clothes. I’d say it was like old times but that sounds vaguely dirty and we’ve never done this type of thing before.”
Wanda’s eyebrow shot up. “And we aren’t going to start now so don’t get your hopes up.”
(x-posted at
hopingitwasyou and veronicamarsfic)
