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51stcenturyfoxTitle: Beneath Me
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Fandom: Pretty In Pink (not Torchwood!)
Pairing: Steff/Andie, (later: Benny and Duckie may appear. Not sure about Blane.)
Rating: R. Het.
Warnings: Band-bashing and 80's abuse. Everybody I pair bickers. Predictable, sorry.
A/N: WIP but thought I'd post it for concrit if anyone has seen the film. Writing this to fulfill an anonymous request on Fandom!Secrets PANFANDOM REC MEME who wanted Steff/Andie love I don't think any exists but if you happen to know, pls point him or her to more. Hope you like it, anon.
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Andie slit open another carton of albums and blew her bangs out of her eyes. 3:37 in the afternoon and the minutes were crawling as only just-above-minimum-wage minutes can crawl. She'd be off at five if Iona turned up to close. She was still seeing that guy, Terrence. For five months. That was like some kind of Iona World Record.
Brisk autumn air swept in as two customers left and one held the door for them and sauntered in. Oh great.
That's all she needed on a Friday afternoon. Steff.
"Hey, it's Andie Walsh," he said, taking off his sunglasses.
Those are probably $200 sunglasses, Andie thought. Arrogant asshole.
"Hey... Steff," she said, with absolutely no enthusiasm.
"Still working here, huh?"
"Yep. Looks that way."
"I'd have thought you'd be off at college."
"I'm taking a year off. Working. Saving some cash. Like a... what do they call it in Europe? A gap year?"
"Same. Going there in two weeks, actually. Amsterdam first. Thought I'd get the hard core partying out of the way." he winked at her.
"Must be nice," Andie said, attempting to keep the sarcasm out of her voice as she opened the box and pulled out a handful of records. Ugh, more Slippery When Wet. Crappy.
TRAX used to specialize in what she considered to be good music, and still did, but Iona had pointed out the facts that summer: "Wanna eat, Sweetie? Gotta sell what sells." Andie thought she was probably selling out. But a job's a job.
"Ew. Why is Bon Jovi so popular?" Andie pulled out the pricing gun and began to mark the stack.
When she and Blane had started going out, she'd made an effort with Steff. - an effort not to hurl every time he was around. Thankfully, since Blane was off at college and... she really didn't run into Steff anymore, which saved wear and tear on her gag reflex.
"Blane driving back for Homecoming?" Steff asked her, leaning on the counter.
"How should I know? You're his best bud," Andie stated, her brown eyes boring into his blue.
"What? You're not on the phone with him every night, talking dirty and making marriage plans?"
"We decided to give it a break. See other people. 600 miles is, you know, far."
Steff didn't look even vaguely surprised to hear the news. Which really pissed Andie off.
"It is a long drive, especially for you, with that piece of sh- your car."
"Thanks," Andie grimaced. "Appreciate the reminder that I need a jump start every morning and you drive... what do you drive now? A Maserati? Or a DeLorean? "
"Yeah. And I go back to the future in it every weekend."
Andie rolled her eyes. There wasn't really any good reason to be polite to Steff anymore. What could he do, steal her birthday? Say more nasty things about her behind her back to Blane? (Blane, to his credit, had finally learned to stop listening to Steff's crap.)
"So, are you gonna buy something or are you just here to criticize my car? Guess you didn't get enough digs in about it in school, so you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity. Oh, yeah, you haven't said anything about my ensemble yet. It's tacky, right?"
Steff looped his sunglasses into the top of his white shirt. "No."
Andie waited.
"Truth, Andie? I saw you through the window and I thought I'd come in and say hello. Actually, I thought I might say I'm sorry, too."
"For..?"
"Calling you a bitch. Treating you like shit for four years. Even though you returned it. I feel... bad about that. I feel worse every time I think about it."
"Oh, you replay the tapes in your mind, huh? '
"I think about it a lot, actually. And you."
She paused, holding the price gun aloft. "That's... really creepy."
"Thank you. so you going to the homecoming game tomorrow night?"
"Let's see," Andie put a finger to her chin, "Go to a high school football game, which I did exactly zero times while I was actually in high school, to see nobody I like, because none of my five high school friends would be caught dead there. No."
"Me either."
"I'm surprised. You probably have fans. You could hold court. Maybe invite everybody back to Casa de RichBoy afterward, break into your daddy's scotch stash and claw your way to the top of a cheerleader pyramid."
"I hate sports. I've never gone to a football game either."
"Wow, we have so much in common. Let's get married!"
"Now you are being a bitch. Sort of. Jesus, I'm sorry. Again."
"What do you expect, Steff? You being nice to me for what, five minutes, saying you're sorry, doesn't cancel out every shitty thing you've done in the past."
"I know it doesn't. But at least I'm making an effort to be nice and not totally defensive. You could try it, you know?" As Andie gathered some albums and headed over to the display racks to slot them in, Steff swung himself up on the counter and sat.
Oh great, he's staying.
mo' comin'.
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51stcenturyfox Fandom: Pretty In Pink (not Torchwood!)
Pairing: Steff/Andie, (later: Benny and Duckie may appear. Not sure about Blane.)
Rating: R. Het.
Warnings: Band-bashing and 80's abuse. Everybody I pair bickers. Predictable, sorry.
A/N: WIP but thought I'd post it for concrit if anyone has seen the film. Writing this to fulfill an anonymous request on Fandom!Secrets PANFANDOM REC MEME who wanted Steff/Andie love I don't think any exists but if you happen to know, pls point him or her to more. Hope you like it, anon.
click here for plain text on a white background
Andie slit open another carton of albums and blew her bangs out of her eyes. 3:37 in the afternoon and the minutes were crawling as only just-above-minimum-wage minutes can crawl. She'd be off at five if Iona turned up to close. She was still seeing that guy, Terrence. For five months. That was like some kind of Iona World Record.
Brisk autumn air swept in as two customers left and one held the door for them and sauntered in. Oh great.
That's all she needed on a Friday afternoon. Steff.
"Hey, it's Andie Walsh," he said, taking off his sunglasses.
Those are probably $200 sunglasses, Andie thought. Arrogant asshole.
"Hey... Steff," she said, with absolutely no enthusiasm.
"Still working here, huh?"
"Yep. Looks that way."
"I'd have thought you'd be off at college."
"I'm taking a year off. Working. Saving some cash. Like a... what do they call it in Europe? A gap year?"
"Same. Going there in two weeks, actually. Amsterdam first. Thought I'd get the hard core partying out of the way." he winked at her.
"Must be nice," Andie said, attempting to keep the sarcasm out of her voice as she opened the box and pulled out a handful of records. Ugh, more Slippery When Wet. Crappy.
TRAX used to specialize in what she considered to be good music, and still did, but Iona had pointed out the facts that summer: "Wanna eat, Sweetie? Gotta sell what sells." Andie thought she was probably selling out. But a job's a job.
"Ew. Why is Bon Jovi so popular?" Andie pulled out the pricing gun and began to mark the stack.
When she and Blane had started going out, she'd made an effort with Steff. - an effort not to hurl every time he was around. Thankfully, since Blane was off at college and... she really didn't run into Steff anymore, which saved wear and tear on her gag reflex.
"Blane driving back for Homecoming?" Steff asked her, leaning on the counter.
"How should I know? You're his best bud," Andie stated, her brown eyes boring into his blue.
"What? You're not on the phone with him every night, talking dirty and making marriage plans?"
"We decided to give it a break. See other people. 600 miles is, you know, far."
Steff didn't look even vaguely surprised to hear the news. Which really pissed Andie off.
"It is a long drive, especially for you, with that piece of sh- your car."
"Thanks," Andie grimaced. "Appreciate the reminder that I need a jump start every morning and you drive... what do you drive now? A Maserati? Or a DeLorean? "
"Yeah. And I go back to the future in it every weekend."
Andie rolled her eyes. There wasn't really any good reason to be polite to Steff anymore. What could he do, steal her birthday? Say more nasty things about her behind her back to Blane? (Blane, to his credit, had finally learned to stop listening to Steff's crap.)
"So, are you gonna buy something or are you just here to criticize my car? Guess you didn't get enough digs in about it in school, so you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity. Oh, yeah, you haven't said anything about my ensemble yet. It's tacky, right?"
Steff looped his sunglasses into the top of his white shirt. "No."
Andie waited.
"Truth, Andie? I saw you through the window and I thought I'd come in and say hello. Actually, I thought I might say I'm sorry, too."
"For..?"
"Calling you a bitch. Treating you like shit for four years. Even though you returned it. I feel... bad about that. I feel worse every time I think about it."
"Oh, you replay the tapes in your mind, huh? '
"I think about it a lot, actually. And you."
She paused, holding the price gun aloft. "That's... really creepy."
"Thank you. so you going to the homecoming game tomorrow night?"
"Let's see," Andie put a finger to her chin, "Go to a high school football game, which I did exactly zero times while I was actually in high school, to see nobody I like, because none of my five high school friends would be caught dead there. No."
"Me either."
"I'm surprised. You probably have fans. You could hold court. Maybe invite everybody back to Casa de RichBoy afterward, break into your daddy's scotch stash and claw your way to the top of a cheerleader pyramid."
"I hate sports. I've never gone to a football game either."
"Wow, we have so much in common. Let's get married!"
"Now you are being a bitch. Sort of. Jesus, I'm sorry. Again."
"What do you expect, Steff? You being nice to me for what, five minutes, saying you're sorry, doesn't cancel out every shitty thing you've done in the past."
"I know it doesn't. But at least I'm making an effort to be nice and not totally defensive. You could try it, you know?" As Andie gathered some albums and headed over to the display racks to slot them in, Steff swung himself up on the counter and sat.
Oh great, he's staying.
mo' comin'.
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Date: 2012-03-12 05:27 am (UTC)I know it's an old post but i hope you'll update it someday.