Title: Bad Luck Isn't Contagious
Rating: This chapter is probably only PG, due to some language. It may be raised to PG-13 in future chapters.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I can't claim them (unfortunately for me). They all belong to hardworking people involved with the movie 'Bring it On.'
Feedback: Yes please, I really want to know what everyone thinks of this so far.
Summary: This will be a Torrance/Missy story eventually…Just give it some time, and the other characters of the movie will be in here too, of course.
Author's Notes: Okay, I wanted to try my hand at writing something up for this movie because I thought I always saw a flicker of something between these two characters if things were just twisted a little bit…I might stick to the storyline for the main points of the story, but I'm going to change and edit things along the way to suit my own fancy. Anyway, this is the first bit of it to see how everyone reacts…Please let me know what you think.
Torrance Shipman had been completely in awe when Missy Pantone had finished her audition. Sure, she had thought that there had to be someone better than Whitney's little sister, but she wasn't expecting miracles. Missy was a very welcome miracle. Well, she was a miracle until she took off during the middle of the cheer. She had been watching calmly in the stands, and then she was gone. Gone.
Courtney and Whitney had scoffed at her, of course, when the blonde had run off outside following Missy. Missy looked ready to beat her up, until something clicked. The blonde really didn't know what was going on. A few hours later, she was enlightened, and ready for a new cheer. They had to make a new cheer, because the Clovers were going to be doing the exact same cheer as them at nationals unless they fixed it somehow. "Fuck," Missy screamed. "We so almost got our asses kicked back there!"
Torrance rolled her eyes, not replying. "Something wrong?" The brunette took her eyes off the road for a second to glance at her.
"We need a new cheer," was Torrance's new answer.
"So?" Missy shrugged nonchalantly as she continued driving. It wasn't that big of a deal. In gymnastics, she liked to work on her own routines; cheerleading couldn't be that bad. Well, minus the yelling part. That part was easy though. "You'll make a new cheer."
That was Missy's brilliant suggestion. She could write a new cheer. Torrance shook her head before realizing that the brunette was driving and looking at the road again, so she couldn't see her. "No," she replied. "I've never written one. It's always been Big Red who has written the cheers."
"Or stolen the cheers," Missy added helpfully. A quick glare from Torrance silenced her because she could sense it even from the driver's side. A quick glance at the blonde proved her theory true. She was getting the death glare. So, she tried a new approach. "Cheerleading isn't everything."
"It is for me," Torrance replied quietly and she glanced at the window. "I'm only cheerleading."
Missy felt a sharp pain in her chest and looked at the other girl. Her face was turned towards the window, but there was a chance that the blonde was crying. Missy had no idea what to do with crying girls, so she had to make it stop. They were like a weakness, she just instantly wanted them to feel better…Especially if they were pretty girls, which Torrance definitely was. She didn't want to be the sappy one there, but she also didn't want to deal with crying girls. "We'll write a new cheer."
The blonde looked at her, suddenly hopeful, and Missy tried to steal a glance to see if she had been crying. She hadn't. Crap. Missy had offered her services and basically promised to be a full-time cheerleader, and here there wasn't even a crying girl to be the reason for it. She was going to regret it later. "We?" The blonde echoed questioningly.
Missy was tempted to correct herself and say that Torrance heard wrong, but she merely shrugged. "Yeah, we." The blonde's smile was enigmatic, and Missy found herself smiling a bit herself as she drove them back home.
They were quiet and thinking until they reached Torrance's house, which, of course, Torrance gave her directions to. They had their own thoughts to be dwelling on. Torrance was back in head cheerleader mood, trying to think of ideas for new cheers. It was something new to her, and she didn't want to screw up again in front of the squad again.
Missy was pondering on something completely different. She was trying to figure out the sexuality of the cheerleader sitting next to her. Everything flashed straight from the blonde. Perfectly straight. Missy knew that she set off gaydar detectors even in straight people sometimes due to her inability to back down from fights, and her love of drawing tattoos on herself during class. Then again, it could be her chain wallet…Either way, it seemed like people had known that she liked girls before she even knew it herself. Of course, she didn't realize what it meant to be gay for quite a while. She thought that thinking girls were 'cool' was normal and all girls did it…until she realized that most girls were thinking the same thoughts she did about girls, only they were thinking them about boys. Since then, she admitted to herself that she was gay, but although most people wondered about her, she didn't fill them in on that little detail unless they asked her specifically. She glanced at the super-straight blonde next to her, and she sighed a little as she parked where Torrance directed her to do so. Now was no time to get a crush…especially not on someone who was straight.
"Thank you for showing me that, Missy." Torrance was starring at her hard enough to make the brunette come out of her stupor.
She shrugged. "I just thought that you should know." There was another smile from the perky blonde. "Do you know anyone else that would have known about what Big Red was doing?" The blonde shook her head in a silent 'no.' "What about someone who might have ideas for the cheer?" She was thinking of the squad when she asked that question; she wasn't thinking that hanging around a few other girls might get her mind off of the cute blonde, who she didn't even know that well at that.
Torrance thought for a moment, her lips pursed in silence. "Aaron might have some ideas."
"Erin?" Missy quirked one eyebrow, wondering who she was. She wasn't on the squad.
"My boyfriend. He graduated last year." Boyfriend. Torrance was into guys for sure. Sure, Missy had figured…but it still hurt to realize that she had a boyfriend. Crap. Missy was falling for a girl she had only known for a couple of days.
"Ah," Missy nodded like she knew what she was talking about, then she paused. "Wait. Was he a cheerleader?" Torrance nodded, and Missy stopped herself from making a joke about guys being cheerleaders and being gay…Torrance rolled her eyes at her new friend.
"I know what you're thinking. He's not gay!" The blonde looked at her incredulously. Everyone just had to make that joke, didn't they?
Missy shrugged, "Cheerleaders can be gay." That was her simple and 'witty' reply. She silently cursed herself for not thinking of anything better.
Torrance quirked her own eyebrow this time. "What like you?" Missy froze, afraid that she was caught already, and Torrance giggled before stepping out of the car. Oh, she was kidding. Missy finally caught on, and forced a smile herself. Torrance shook her blonde hair giggling at the look on Missy's face before going back into her own house.