Fandom: The OC
Word Count: 912
Summary: The girls go back to Anna's house and find they have more than just Newport and a love of Anna's dog in common.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm making no money off of this.
A/N: Sorry this took me so long.
Anna's house is medium-sized, compared to the sprawling Newport mansions Alex is used to, but huge compared her her tiny apartment. Walking through, she notices that it feels very lived-in, a nice change. Her friends' houses back home - when she'd had friends who lived with their parents and weren't named Seth Cohen - were always pristine and cold.
Anna leads her up to her room and Alex plops down in a chair. "Nice house."
"Thanks," Anna says, smiling slightly. "It's my aunt and uncle's. They're out for the day."
"Oh." Alex looks around the room. Anna's much neater than she is - there are no clothes poking out from under the bed or around the closed closet doors. Nothing is shoved into spaces or piled up, which seems to fit Anna's personality.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Anna says, startling Alex out of her observations.
"Yeah, sure. Actually, I'm sort of dating one right now. Well. We just never really broke up. But it's a long-distance thing anyway, so..."
"...So you'll probably never see each other again," Anna concludes.
Alex laughs. "Yeah, I hope! Jodie's kind of an obsessive bitch, so I wouldn't be too upset."
"Where does she live?" Anna seems genuinely curious.
"San Diego. We don't see each other much."
"That's good, I guess." Alex thinks Anna's eyes are laughing at her.
"Well. We used to be close. But Jodie's... jealous, clingy and has a tendency to drive me crazy. I need to be with someone who trusts me and doesn't need me around every minute, you know?"
Anna nods. "I know. And I need someone who isn't obsessed with someone else."
Alex laughs, surprised. "I like you."
"Thanks." When Anna grins, her eyes crinkle.
A dog barks downstairs and both girls jump.
"Oh, Sparky!" Anna says guiltily. "I hope he's not hungry!" She runs back downstairs; Alex follows reluctantly.
Is it her imagination, or was something almost going on there? It's nothing, she tells herself. It has to be nothing.
Alex loves Sparky immediately. He's playful and licks her hand energetically when she bends down to pet him. "We've had him since I was eight," Anna says. "He's my buddy, aren't you, boy?" She scratches his ears tenderly.
"I always wanted a dog," Alex says. "But my mom's allergic, and I can't take care of one right now." She hopes Anna won't ask why. It feels exhausting to have to explain that she's been living alone for two years and everything that happened with her parents. Thankfully, Anna says nothing but "Want to play with him outside?"
"Sure!" So Anna grabs a tennis ball and Alex follows her outside, talking to Sparky all the way.
They toss the tennis ball around for a while, but soon make their way over to the swingset in the backyard. Anna says, "This used to be my favorite thing in the world. I always looked forward to coming here when I was a kid so I could play on the swings."
"I wish I had nice memories like that. My dad... is not a nice person. And my mom can't see it at all. I've been divorced from them, legally, for two years now." Alex doesn't know why she's changed her mind about opening up, but suddenly it feels easy to tell someone who doesn't know her and has no bearing on her life.
"Wow," Anna responds. "I didn't know you could do that."
"You can." Alex is unable to keep the bitterness from creeping into her voice.
"I'm really sorry."
"It's okay. I mean, it's not, but we don't have to talk about it. I just thought it would be nice to come to Grandma's for Christmas, but so far it's been... hard." She shrugs.
"I bet," Anna says softly, sympathetically. Alex has never had sympathy before and she can't decide if it makes her want to cry or punch something. So she does neither. Instead, she leans over and kisses Anna, and when the other girl kisses back, she doesn't know if it's just comfort or something more. But frankly, at that moment she doesn't care. "I'm leaving in a few days," she whispers," and Anna whispers back, "I know," against her lips.
Alex opens Anna's lips with her tongue, probing, seeking, finding. There is solace there, and want, and a little uncertainty. When they both pull back, finally, Alex asks, "What are we doing?"
It's Anna's turn to shrug. "I have no idea," she says. "But it's fun."
Alex grins. "Yeah, it is."
By the time they get back to Alex's grandmother's house, the sun is steadily decreasing on the horizon.
"Well, this is it," Alex says. She has no romantic illusions of having a relationship and talking on the phone every night before bed. After all, they're only high-school-age, and this type of thing rarely lasts, anyway.
"I guess I'll see you," Anna responds, with the same certainty in her voice.
The smile that comes over Anna's face makes Alex feel like the luckiest girl on earth. "Sure. I'll call you. Your grandmother's," she corrects. They hug goodbye.
As Alex opens the door, she thinks about the three days she has left before flying back to Newport. The time here with Anna feels surreal, and she kind of likes it that way. She decides to enjoy the time they have without worrying about anything more. Real life will be back far too soon, anyway.