The Girlfriend
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120_minutenTitel: The Girlfriend
Team: Nimmerland
Challenge: Farben – Blau: Meer (für's Team)
Fandom: H2O (@![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rei17 Hier bräuchte ich noch ein Tag bitte :))
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 450
Kommentar: Anscheinend schreib ich jetzt nur noch Outsider-Perspective von irgendwelchen random Leuten?
Zane Bennet’s girlfriend is not what they expected.
The Girlfriend
Zane Bennet’s girlfriend is not what they expected.
Well, she is, at first. She’s small and blond and wears a cute little cocktail dress, and there’s a necklace around her slim neck that probably cost more than either of their monthly wages. Her face is very pretty and her eyes are as blue as the ocean beyond the hedges, and Zane immediately has an arm around her waist like she belongs to him.
Which, fair.
“Rickie Chadwick”, she says and extends her hand, and her hand shake is surprisingly firm. “How do you do.”
They exchange some pleasantries while Zane hurries off to get his girlfriend one of those cocktails with a little umbrella.
“So what do you do?” Alyssa asks when the conversation falls silent for a moment. Rickie Chadwick pulls at the bracelet around her arm like it’s itching.
Probably a model. Or maybe a secretary in the firm belonging to Zane Bennet’s father. Hell, maybe even an interior designer, if you want to get really out there.
“I’m a car mechanic”, Rickie Chadwick says casually.
The record scratch in all of their heads is clearly audible over the ambient noise of the room.
Before Alyssa, or anyone else, can gather her wits, Zane is back with a glass. “How long is this going to take?” they hear her ask him as he hands it to her, and when he gives her a rough estimate, she sighs loudly and says, in a low voice, but still loud enough for them to hear: “Please just kill me now.”
She can see Sarah raise a perfectly groomed eyebrow, and Trisha can’t stifle her surprised chuckle in time. All eyes turn to Zane, but he doesn’t seem fazed at all.
Actually, he just reaches out to a passing server to grab a canape from the plate, which he hands her with an apologetic look. Rickie stares at him for a moment before gracefully accepting.
Then she says: “I want to check out the exhibit before the speech. It was nice to meet you!” With that, she grabs Zane by the wrist and leads him out into the garden.
The four of them silently look after them as they disappear into the crowd. Trisha finds her voice first: “What the hell was that?”
“That’s his girlfriend?”
“I know a hundred girls who would cut off a finger to be here right now with Zane Bennet of all people.”
“Where did he even meet someone like her?”
It’s clear they’ve been wrong all along.
Rickie Chadwick doesn’t belong to Zane Bennet.
He belongs to her.
Team: Nimmerland
Challenge: Farben – Blau: Meer (für's Team)
Fandom: H2O (@
rei17 Hier bräuchte ich noch ein Tag bitte :))Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 450
Kommentar: Anscheinend schreib ich jetzt nur noch Outsider-Perspective von irgendwelchen random Leuten?
Zane Bennet’s girlfriend is not what they expected.
The Girlfriend
Zane Bennet’s girlfriend is not what they expected.
Well, she is, at first. She’s small and blond and wears a cute little cocktail dress, and there’s a necklace around her slim neck that probably cost more than either of their monthly wages. Her face is very pretty and her eyes are as blue as the ocean beyond the hedges, and Zane immediately has an arm around her waist like she belongs to him.
Which, fair.
“Rickie Chadwick”, she says and extends her hand, and her hand shake is surprisingly firm. “How do you do.”
They exchange some pleasantries while Zane hurries off to get his girlfriend one of those cocktails with a little umbrella.
“So what do you do?” Alyssa asks when the conversation falls silent for a moment. Rickie Chadwick pulls at the bracelet around her arm like it’s itching.
Probably a model. Or maybe a secretary in the firm belonging to Zane Bennet’s father. Hell, maybe even an interior designer, if you want to get really out there.
“I’m a car mechanic”, Rickie Chadwick says casually.
The record scratch in all of their heads is clearly audible over the ambient noise of the room.
Before Alyssa, or anyone else, can gather her wits, Zane is back with a glass. “How long is this going to take?” they hear her ask him as he hands it to her, and when he gives her a rough estimate, she sighs loudly and says, in a low voice, but still loud enough for them to hear: “Please just kill me now.”
She can see Sarah raise a perfectly groomed eyebrow, and Trisha can’t stifle her surprised chuckle in time. All eyes turn to Zane, but he doesn’t seem fazed at all.
Actually, he just reaches out to a passing server to grab a canape from the plate, which he hands her with an apologetic look. Rickie stares at him for a moment before gracefully accepting.
Then she says: “I want to check out the exhibit before the speech. It was nice to meet you!” With that, she grabs Zane by the wrist and leads him out into the garden.
The four of them silently look after them as they disappear into the crowd. Trisha finds her voice first: “What the hell was that?”
“That’s his girlfriend?”
“I know a hundred girls who would cut off a finger to be here right now with Zane Bennet of all people.”
“Where did he even meet someone like her?”
It’s clear they’ve been wrong all along.
Rickie Chadwick doesn’t belong to Zane Bennet.
He belongs to her.
