Talia Andromeda Portman (my_stars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-09 15:05:00 |
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Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | bette matthews, place: la, place: over the phone, talia portman |
Happy Birthday
Who: Bette and Talia
Where: Over the phone, then Talia's house
When: Monday, May 3rd
Talia woke up this morning like every other school day – she made her bed, had a shower and changed into hip-hugging blue jeans with a white t-shirt, over which she had on a grey button-up cardigan. She made a coffee and had a look at the calendar… it was her birthday today. Huh. Seems like something she would have remembered, but… then again, maybe subconsciously, she didn’t want to remember. She sipped her hot beverage and leaned back against the kitchen counter. While she liked school, she’d already formed a plan about ditching. Why not? You only turn sixteen once. Hrmh. She picked up the phone and dialled Bette’s number. If she was going to ditch, she was sure she wasn’t going to do it alone.
"Aaaaaaand this better be good, as I'm watching Justice League." Bette said as she picked up the receiver, curled up on her bed in front of the television. Hey… robot or not, she liked to watch TV. What of it?
"Oh yeah, because that’s life and death, B. Seriously," Talia replied with a giggle. She set her drink aside and hopped up on the counter, before swinging her legs like a small child would when their chair was too high from the ground.
"Talia... hey!" Bette's voice immediately turned cheery, sweetly enough. "What's going on, cutie?" She asked, a smile creeping onto her face as she pictured those bright blue eyes.
D'aw. Talia blushed. "Not much. I just wanted to see if you... might want to play hooky with me today." She bit her lip and added, rather cutely: "I don’t think I can compete with Justice League for your attention, though."
"Wait... the Uber-Student wants to play hooky? Where's my hopefully soon-to-be girlfriend, and what the hell did you do with her?" Bette blurted out with a raucous laugh.
"She’s been replaced by a pod person, clearly." She sipped her coffee. "And don’t question. Just accept and say 'yes, I will come over and bend to your every whim'." She added "Please" at the very end in a cute, puppish way.
The robo-girl rolled her eyes and let out a dramatic sigh. "Jesus Christ. Why do you have to be so goddamn adorable, T? Fine... I'll be right there... but only on the condition that you tell me WHY we're doing this. And no bullshit, I have a built-in lie detector and I'm seriously not afraid to use it."
"You drive a hard bargain, but you've got a deal. Wouldn't want you to use your awesome skills against me," Talia replied with a smirk. It was just as well her dad wasn’t home, although in thinking about it, he hardly ever was anymore.
"Alright... then spill. Why am I about to miss the exploits of Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman? And remember... lie detector." She was already moving to grab her jeans from the floor.
Talia laughed, "there are repeats, aren't there? But yeah. It's kind of... my birthday today, and I proooobably shouldn't spend it like any other day."
"Your sixteenth birthday? Hell YES am I gonna help you celebrate it. No girl gets to be alone on her sixteenth. Or so I hear. Anyway, I'll be right there." She started to hang up, but then added, "For the record? I was totally bullshitting you about the lie detector. See you in a few."
"Smart ass," Talia replied, before setting the receiver down. She finished the last of her coffee, rinsed the cup and set it in the sink, before stuffing her hands into her back pockets and ambling around, looking for something to do until Bette arrived.
Within about thirty minutes, Bette was at the front door, small bag in hand, wearing those form-fitting jeans, a simple Shooting Star Comics t-shirt, and her favorite dark red lipstick, that just brought out the fullness of her lips. She rang the doorbell, although... why? Was unknown, as she also yelled "HEY! PORTMAN! LEMME IN!"
"Just a little impatient, aren't you?" Talia called back, before walking the length of the hallway and opening the door for Bette. She smiled as soon as she saw the girl and then stepped to the side to let her in, "Hi."
"You know..." She said as she looked into Talia's eyes with slight annoyance. "I really hate how bad those eyes make me melt EVERY DAMN TIME."
Talia felt her cheeks flush. She wasn't used to compliments, but... fortunately her eyes were the one thing she liked about herself. "Sorry. Can't help it," she giggled.
"Yeah, yeah. I kinda brought two gifts for you. One was kind of last-minute, as SOMEONE forgot to tell me her birthday was coming up, and the other, well... I've been wanting to give you anyway. Here." She held out the bag, which contained roughly 50 X-Men comics, of varying years and storylines. "A bunch of my personal favorites."
"I may have forgotten..." Talia admitted, before taking the bag and peeking through the issues. Her face actually lit up like a kid at Christmas and she was soon clutching the bag to her chest. "Thank you."
"The other gift can wait a little bit." She walked in, looking around with a bit of paranoia. "...you alone here, T?"
"Sure," Talia replied, just accepting that. She walked them down to the kitchen and put her first gift down on the counter, and nodded slowly. That was the thing about her house. It was big, but it was also... grey and cold. Whatever life had been there had died years ago. "Yeah. Don't worry. Michael Myers has no interest in cutting me up."
"Yeah. Because I fear some weirdo in a Captain Kirk mask." She blinked and looked at the smaller girl. "You DO know that, right? The Michael Myers mask was just an old Captain Kirk mask turned inside out and painted white. True story. Look that shit up."
"I know," Talia giggled and led Bette into the living room. Maybe they could catch a different early morning cartoon, hm? "I guess whoever did that decided that his acting ability was so scary that it came out of a horror movie."
"Are you... doubting the... acting ability.... of Mr. Shatner?" Bette asked, giving the pauses in all the proper places to sound like the man. She smirked and grabbed Talia, giving her a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips. "Happy Birthday, beautiful."
Talia took in a breath and let it out slowly, before pressing her forehead to Bettte's and smiling faintly. This was clearly something she'd wanted. Something with a sense of normalcy, of belonging. She hooked her thumbs in Bette's belt loops and smirked, "So when do I get my second present?"
"You really want it now?" Bette asked with a raised eyebrow. "Alright... here it is." She just... sort of opened her arms, in a little 'ta-da' pose. "It's... well... me. What I'm trying to say is, if you want me... I'm yours. No more skirting around it, no more pretending there's nothing there... I know I'm not... you know, REAL... but somehow, I have real feelings. And those feelings make me feel all... fluttery whenever I think of you. And so yeah. If you want me... I'm yours."
It took a lot to surprise Talia, but this just... had her floored. She blinked and gaped, stuttering as she tried to remember her words. "Mine" was all she could think to say.
"Yours. You know what I am, and it doesn't even bother you. Neither myself or Cassie can figure out how it's possible, but I'm falling in love with you, Talia. Ridiculously so." She looked mildly embarrassed to be laying herself bare like this, and almost couldn't meet Talia's eyes there.
Talia couldn't remember being this emotional before meeting Bette, but, what happened more often than not when they were having one of these moments couldn't really be denied, as she felt tears stinging her eyes. As smart as she was, she felt as if her words were failing her here. "I'm sorry; I just need a minute, I..."
Poor Bette, on the other hand? Was still learning the nuances of body language, and the meaning behind certain things. And TOTALLY misread this. "Oh. I... look, T. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you... maybe I should have just.. just kept this to myself. Look... we're still friends, right? You're kind of the only one of those I have."
"What? I... No, no." Talia shook her head and let out a frustrated little grumble. Why did her words have to fail her now? She wrapped her arms around Bette's neck. "The tears are a good thing. Happy tears."
"Happy tears. Ok, I... I can deal with that." She sighed with a bit of relief. "So I'm spazzing out. Sue me, ok? I'm a damn ROBOT. I'm not even supposed to HAVE these stupid feelings, and yet, heeeere they are, you know?"
"Did I say anything?" Talia replied with a cheeky grin. "Like we talked about... It’s all new and different, so being a spaz is understandable. Or, well, more of a spaz, in your case," she teased.
"Oh, laugh it up, smart-ass. I'll totally go T-2000 on your ass, girl." Sure, they BOTH knew Bette would self-destruct willingly before she'd ever hurt Talia, but that's what teasing was for, yes? "So... what the hell ARE we doing? I'm still sorta new to this stuff. Are we... you know... together?"
"'Together' works. Or a couple. Dating... thing." Talia made a face. "Sorry, I can't think of many synonyms for dating. 'Going steady' maybe, but that's... embarrassingly fifties." Oh look, she was babbling again. How cute.
"You're shockingly cool with dating a wannabe Decepticon, you know." Bette pointed out, finding it... cutely sweet that Talia had NO problem with her being a robot.
"Well, I figure if robots ever take over the world, at least I'm on their good side," Talia teased, her smile reaching her crystelline blue eyes. "I just..." she nuzzled into Bette briefly, "I think it shouldn't matter where you’re from, it should matter who you are. If... that makes any sense."
"Well true... when the revolution comes, you'll totally be saved." She gave a wry smirk and shrugged. "You'll simply be enslaved, rather than eradicated. I promise you that."
"Enslaved..." Talia repeated, and oh did that mischievous grin of hers appear. "And what exactly would that entail? Chains and whips?" Let's remember, folks. She lived to tease Bette.
"Now see? This is where I'm thankful that I don't have all the bodily functions to go with my emotions. Because hearing THAT? I'd be needing to change my pants if I did." She said it in a sense of awe, really. That innocent-looking little Talia could blurt shit like that out occasionally.
Talia grinned smugly, she really did love teasing Bette. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease you. It'd probably just increase your desire for world domination, huh?"
"Nah. Just my desire to dominate YOU. Chew on THAT one for a little bit, kid." She smirked, letting that visual drift through the younger girl's head for a few.
Talia did think about that, and boy did her cheeks flush. "Okay, okay. You win. I don’t think I could take the teasing anymore," she admitted.
"Yeah. That's what I *thought*." She said, victoriously. "So... how would you like to ring in your Sweet Sixteen? Name it and it's yours. Seriously."
"Maybe we could just..." Talia nibbled her lip thoughtfully, "curl up together on the couch and watch some crappy movies?"
"Crappy movies? Now THAT I can do..." Bette said, before continuing, "And before you even think of it, Terminator jokes I can handle. But if you even consider making one Number Five Is Alive joke, I swear I will backhand you."
"All these rules and regulations..." Talia sighed dramatically, "How is a girl supposed to keep up?" She smirked and gave Bette an eskimo kiss, before giving her the real thing, keeping it sweetly innocent.