Savannah Posey (jurisdoctor) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-05-28 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | # past / backstory, maizie wolfe, savannah posey |
Who: Maizie Wolfe and Savannah Posey
Where: Barton Creek Square shopping center
What: backstory of back-to-school shopping gone awry
When: Mid-August, 2013
It still boggled Savannah’s mind that someone Gray’s age could have a teenage daughter like Maizie but accidents did happen… In any event, she and Gray had finally stopped dancing around their feelings for one another and made their relationship official and now whatever amicable relationship she and Maizie had was quickly changing. Despite that, Savannah couldn't ignore the fact that Gray had no damn clue what to do with a teenage girl. Maizie’s body was changing, making that transition from girl to woman, and Savannah couldn't stand by idly as it happened. School was set to start again soon so Savannah offered to take her out shopping. Hopeful that way, if they had a little time of just the girls, they would be more able to address the issues without Maizie getting embarrassed. Strolling down one of the aisles of clothes at the department store, she looked over at Maizie, asking, “Finding anything you like?” It should have been Daddy taking her shopping. This was his job, but instead he and Savannah had conspired to turn it into a bonding experience. Well, Maizie wasn’t having it. She needed some new stuff, yeah, but there was no way she was going to cooperate any more than absolutely necessary. So she shrugged in response to Savannah’s question, reaching out to snag the sleeve of a shirt as she walked past the rack. Not because she wanted to look at it, but just because of the way it swung back and forth when she let go. She did the same thing on the next display, and the next, until a line of tops were swinging gently behind them as they walked. Sighing, Maizie relented and spoke, pointing at a mannequin nearby. “These jeans are ok, I guess.” Her favorite pair was suddenly too short, just the latest in a series of clothing she'd outgrown. Savannah gave an approving nod at the pair of jeans and smiled. “Those are cute. Pick out your size and once you have a few more things we can go to the fitting room,” she said, waiting for Maizie to do just that, before they walked down another aisle. Her plan was to ease the tension with jeans and shirts and then sneakily work in the bras. In theory it sounded okay but things between her and Maizie were a little icier than normal, so who knew how that was going to work. With the jeans now slung over one arm, it was as if finding one thing she liked suddenly brought out Maizie’s interest in all the other clothing in the store. She paused to grab a shirt from one display and a sweater from another before coming to a complete halt next to a rack of skirts that were way shorter than anything Dad would ever let her get away with. Time for a test. Glancing at Savannah out of the corner of her eye, Maizie flipped through the skirts, looking for her size. There was no doubt in her mind that Dad would have stopped her right off the bat, growling out a, ‘Not even in your dreams, babygirl,’ or something like that. But would Savannah? Savannah lingered on the edge, letting Maizie grab clothes she liked, but kept an eye on the items she grabbed. Naturally she and Gray had different ideas about what a teenage girl should be wearing, mostly because Savannah had actually been a teenage girl once upon a time. She didn’t miss the fact that the skirt was much shorter than Gray would have allowed, but instead of outright rejecting it, Savannah said, “That would look cute with some bright colored tights, don’t you think? I used to do that with all the shorts my dad told me I wasn’t allowed to wear, because at least my skin was covered, you know?” Ok, even Maizie had to admit that was pretty good, as far as reactions went. And sneaky, obeying the basic rule Daddy had laid out, but with a little twist to let her just skirt across the line into what wasn’t really allowed. Not that she could let Savannah know she approved. “Yeah, ok.” With a sideways glance and a shrug, the skirt went into the pile in Maizie’s arms. But she couldn’t resist grabbing the matching top too, the one with the deep V-neck. “Same thing here too, right? Get a little lacy cami or something, so Daddy won’t blow a gasket about the idea of someone laying eyes on his little girl’s collarbones?” Savannah gave a smirk and nodded her head. “Now you’re catchin’ on. Why don’t we go pick some of those out,” she said, taking a few steps in that direction. “And maybe while we’re at it, we could take a look at the bras. It’s probably ‘bout time to do that, and I doubt you want to go shoppin’ with your dad for that.” With a frown, Maizie glanced down at her chest, at the almost complete lack of anything resembling real cleavage. “I mean, if you think so,” she said, uncertain. No, a bra definitely wasn’t something she wanted to shop for with Daddy, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to shop with Savannah for it either. A furtive look at the older woman’s much more noticeable curves didn’t make her feel any better about the prospect. “Wait, was that the entire point of bringing me to the mall?” She stopped on the spot, turning to face Savannah. “Not for new school clothes, and not for bonding or whatever people do with their boyfriend’s kid, but for a bra? You and Dad actually plotted this whole thing?” Though it was only a couple inches, Maizie was already taller than Savannah. Having the younger girl looking down at her with that little scowl was strange, but Savannah held her ground. “No, this is not some grand scheme plotted by my and your dad. You know your Daddy. He can’t see that you’re growin’ up and I wasn’t about to let his fear of you becomin’ a young lady get in the way of somethin’ silly like buyin’ a bra. He doesn’t even need to know, either.” Savannah paused a moment before adding with an amused smile, “But you know the first time he sees it in the laundry he’ll freak out. This all might be worth it just for that.” The frown didn't entirely drop off Maizie’s face, but it shrank a little bit. Savannah was totally right about the way Daddy could be blind when it came to the fact that is his little girl was starting to grow up, so that was a reluctant point in her favor. But Maizie didn't really buy that Savannah would go behind his back, or willingly try to wind him like she was trying to say she would. Grown ups, especially grown ups who were supposed to in love or whatever, didn't do that. As much Maizie didn’t want to give Savannah the satisfaction of winning, the problem was that she did kind of want a bra, now that she had the chance. She crossed her arms, and for a minute considered refusing just to thwart whatever was really going on here. She couldn't quite do it. “Okay, fine.” Rolling her eyes, Maizie started walking again. “But what would really fry Daddy is if we bought one that was red or, like, leopard print.” Savannah should have expected that if she gave Maizie an inch, she would try to take a mile. Biting back a smile, Savannah said, “We might be able to sneak one of those in. But you can only wear bras like that under your dark colored shirts, okay? We have to get some of the borin’ ones too.” Even if Savannah knew Maizie was only doing this to irritate Gray, she couldn’t help but admiring the girl’s sense of style. After all, just because bras and underwear went mostly unseen, that didn’t mean they couldn’t still be cute. “That purple is nice,” Savannah said, pointing to one of the displays once they’d walked over to that section of the store. “Deal,” Maizie said, reaching to grab one of the purple ones before Savannah could change her mind and try to take back what she’d said. She had a moment of confusion over what size to get -- she knew the basic idea when it came to cup sizes, enough to know that she ought to stick to the smallest A cups, maybe even AA. The numbers bothered her, though, because how were you supposed to even know? Nobody just carried around tape measures, did they? Stubbornly, she didn’t ask Savannah for help, just pulled out two different sizes, figuring one of them was bound to fit. With a heavy sigh, she picked up a white bra from the next rack over, making sure to wave it in Savannah’s direction for good measure, just to show that she was following the rules. But then she was stuck. How many bras did a person own? Did you change them everyday, like underpants, or could they be worn more than once without washing in between? Maizie hated that there were all these things that she didn’t know, hated that she would have either to fumble around on her own or admit that she needed to ask Savannah for help. She didn’t know it, but there was a stormcloud brewing on her face, and the hangars began to clatter together as she flipped through them with a little bit too much force. Savannah kept her distance, not wanting their shopping trip to take an even more sour turn. It was a miracle enough that she’d gotten Maizie here and even more of a miracle that Savannah convinced her to try on some bras and that it wasn’t some scheme between her and her father. But, well, she really wanted to help. Because it was clear that Maizie wasn’t sure what she was doing. It wasn’t like it was in their DNA to know how to do this. Lord knew that it wasn’t like Maizie had a real mother figure in her life, either. It hurt to think about-- “Ready to try some things on?” She asked, cutting off those thoughts and smiling at Maizie despite the waves of tension she could feel rolling off the girl. Still frowning at the hangars in her hand, Maizie replied, “Sure, whatever.” The woman in charge of the fitting area smiled brightly at the pair of them as she unlocked one of the rooms. “Your sister can either come in with you or wait out here, whichever you prefer.” Maizie went very still, like her feet were suddenly rooted on the spot. This was going to be a thing now, wasn't it? They both had blonde hair and light eyes -- it made sense that people would make the mistake of thinking she and Savannah were related. It was sister now, but how soon until someone assumed Savannah was her mom? She had a mom. A bad one a thousand miles away, but the point was that it wasn’t Savannah. “She's not my sister.” Maizie said, stricken. “Or my anything else either.” Stepping into the fitting room, she closed the door on the startled saleswoman and Savannah both. Savannah mouthed ‘sorry’ to the saleswoman before exhaling a slow sigh. And here she thought things had been going so well… “I’ll just be out here,” Savannah said, though didn’t expect a response. It was clear the tone had been set for the rest of their shopping experience. |