#c jane

Rock The Rink Boys

Rock The Rink Vancouver

jane & me

x x x 

Poppy’s exhausted, and she can’t wait to change into her sweatpants and take her bra off. Really, she shouldn’t have bothered tonight. She had had a bad feeling about the date - the guy had introduced himself as Iron Dick - but Poppy thought maybe he’d be different. What an idiot.

The elevator ride seems to take forever. At least, Jane won’t be home. She can pig out on the two pints of ice cream she’d bought herself at the corner store on the, well, on the corner. It’s not as though Poppy couldn’t binge eat ice cream in front of Jane or anything, but her roommate is very judgmental. She’s harsh and her gaze always looks like it’s sending daggers at her.

If the boys hadn’t decided to up and travel around the other side of the world for a year, Poppy would’ve been living with Tom and Vernon. But oh no, they just had to go “experience life” or whatever bullshit they’d fed her. She’s mostly happy for them, but it’d left her without a roommate. Annnnd that’s where Jane comes in.

She’d been their friend that they’d met in college. Jane had hated Poppy; she’d certainly made that clear. Poppy’s best friend, Ellie, had warned her that moving in with Jane would be a bad move. But of course, Poppy hadn’t listened. It’s not as if Jane is a monster. She’s just...

Well, Jane is very uptight and tense. Fuck, she’s so tense that Poppy isn’t sure she won’t spontaneously combust one day. Poppy lets out a breath of air when the elevator doors open.

She makes her way down the hall and unlocks the door. When she steps in, she fully expects the lights to be out. Jane’s obsessed with using as little electricity as possible. Except that the light in the kitchen is on. Weird.

Poppy shuts the door behind her, and locks the door. “Jane?”

Then she hears the soft sound of the television playing. And a sniff. As if...someone is crying. Poppy takes off her shoes and walks down the small hall to the living room. She leans against the archway and takes in the scene before her.

Jane’s got some movie on the TV; she’s curled up underneath two different blankets, with a bowl of popcorn on the couch beside her, and a box of tissues in her hand. When she turns her attention from the movie to Poppy, she sniffs. Jane’s crying.

Poppy’s not entirely sure what to do. Jane doesn’t cry. In fact, when they had to go to a funeral for a girl they’d kind of known from school, Jane hadn’t shed a single tear. It’d been weird. Poppy’s smile fades.

“Jane?”

“What are you...” Jane sniffs, before reaching down to pause the movie. She takes a deep breath. “What are you doing home? I thought you had a date?”

“Yeah,” Poppy says, nodding. “He was a fucking creep. He asked me if I’d be interest in testing out his blow-up doll.”

“Um...” Jane says, clearly at a loss for words.

“Yeah,” Poppy answers with a knowing nod. “I know. Worst part? His blow up doll was a blow up version of Iron Man. He said he had it custom made and showed me about fifteen photos...”

“Rough,” Jane murmurs.

“What about you? I thought you had a date tonight too,” Poppy says.

Jane shrugs. “She told me she got back together with her girlfriend.”

“Uh, wow,” Poppy says, rolling her eyes. “God, dating sucks. Can I join you?”

“Please.” Jane rubs her eyes. “I’m, um, I’m watching Marley and Me.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Poppy demands, but her tone is more fond than usual. Jane lets out a small laugh and Poppy climbs onto the couch beside her. She pulls one of Jane’s blankets over her and sticks her feet on the coffee table. “Are you trying to torture yourself?”

“Yes,” Jane murmurs. “I--sorry about your date, Poppy.”

“Nawh,” Poppy says, waving a hand. “I think it helped me realize that I’m a lesbian, to be honest. I thought I was bisexual but...fuck man. I can’t remember a time when I’ve actually wanted a guy, y’know?”

“You’re talking to a biromantic asexual here,” Jane points out. She smiles though. “Congrats, though. How do you feel?”

“Pretty good, actually. So you’re asexual?” Poppy asks.

“Yeah.” Jane pauses before adding, “I guess you and I never really got to properly know each other before we moved in together, huh?”

“Nope. Too bad, because I would’ve never moved in with you if you willing watch and seek out Marley and Me. Like god, how much do you hate yourself?” Poppy asks. She grabs some popcorn. “Alright, c’mon, woman. Let’s get on with the heartbreak.”

Jane laughs and hits play.

It’s not until they’ve finished a third movie that Poppy feels tired. She yawns a few times before she finally decides she has to call it quits for the night. “Tonight was, um, well, it was fun.”

“It really was,” Jane responds as she stands up. They tidy up the living room - Jane brings the empty popcorn bowl and glasses into the kitchen; Poppy deals with the TV and DVD player. When they’re about to go to their respective bedrooms, Jane asks, “Hey, um, Poppy, would you want to go out for dinner sometime?”

Poppy smiles. “I’d love that, Jane.”

“Cool.”

“Um, don’t tell the boys I’m a lesbian yet. I think I want to do that,” Poppy adds.

“God, I’d never out you,” Jane answers, shaking her head. She has a blanket wrapped around her still. “That being said, I would like to be there when you tell them about the Iron Man blow up doll.”

“Shut up,” Poppy says, laughing now.

“Did he have a dick?”

“Yep. A rather large air dick,” Poppy tells her. “I’m scarred for life and will never get that mental image out of my mind. So thanks for reminding me.”

“What are friends for?” Jane asks, grinning.

“Hey, um, it’s been kind of like a slumber party already tonight, would you wanna sleep in the same bed and whisper secrets in the dark?” Poppy finds herself asking. She’s not sure where she got the courage to do it, but it might have something to do with the fact that rejection can’t be worse than the blow-up doll.

Jane seems to brighten at the thought. “I’d love that. Let me grab my phone charger and eye mask.”

“Cool.”

Poppy really hopes that she can hold Jane’s hand tonight. The thought takes her by surprise, but she can’t help but smile. She goes into the bedroom and tidies up her room a bit. When Jane walks in, she feels as though she’s finally figured it out. For once, Poppy feels like everything will be okay.

“You look so cute,” Poppy blurts.

Jane laughs. “I look like a mess. No makeup, my hair is a mess, I’m in dorky pyjamas, and--”

“You look cute,” Poppy interrupts. She grins. “You look really fucking cute, Jane.”

“Well, uh, thanks. You look great too,” Jane answers. “So um. Shall we?”

“Yeah,” Poppy says, pulling down the comforter for them. They crawl into the bed, and Poppy swears by the end of the night, she’s going to have memorized how gorgeous Jane’s face is up close. It’s her newest challenge.

“I’m kind of glad we’re not really close,” Jane tells her a while later. They’re sharing secrets, and it takes Poppy off guard. Jane smiles. “It means that if I ask you to kiss me...we don’t have much of a friendship to risk losing, and maybe, well, maybe you’d be more likely to say ye--”

Poppy presses her lips to Jane’s; something she has wanted to do all night. Perhaps they didn’t get along that well as friends, but maybe they could find a common ground to build something else on.

Jane smiles at Poppy. “It’s because you saw me crying, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. As it turns out, you’re not a robot like I thought you were. I’m glad my theory was way, way off.” Poppy laughs and strokes her thumb on Jane’s cheek. “I guess we have a lot to learn about each other, huh?”

“Yeah, no kidding. I feel like we’ve wasted three months.”

“Nawh,” Poppy says, shaking her head. “Those three months got us here; kissing in the dark, whispering secrets to each other.”

“Sap.”

“Softy.”

Jane laughs before kissing her again. It’s a pretty damn good way to end the night.

Mercedes: *answers the phone* Jane, I already know what you're going to say-

Jane: Do you? You mean about how you walked out of the reshoots for the VERY important movie, that has a release date fast approaching?

Mercedes: *sighs* Look, I think we got enough footage the nights before to-

Jane: That isn't your decision to make. You're the hired body for the takes. I do the thinking. Let's not forget that, Mercedes.

Mercedes: I'm not even going to get into this with you. I'm going to take some days off from any kind of filming. So don't come calling me for it.

Jane: *smirks* Is that right? Well, don't you just sound so cocky and demanding. Would your new found diva attitude have to do with the fact that you're messing around with SAM EVANS?

Mercedes: ... What? How did you-

Jane: Nothing gets by me, Mercedes. I had surveillance cameras all around the mansion for the film shoot. I saw that Sam Evans went inside your dressing room. I also say him carrying you out. Looking for another doomed shot at a record deal? You would think you'd learn by now-

Mercedes: Sam and I are NONE of your business. It isn't like that. I've given up on music anyway.

Jane: ...Right.

Mercedes: Look, I just answered the phone to let you know that I'll be off the grid for the next few days.

Jane: Why is that? To spend some quality time with you potential new sugar daddy? I do have to say, I'll be filing this info of you and Sam for perhaps a later date...

Mercedes: ...I'm not even going to ask what that means. I'm hanging up now.

Jane: Don't worry your pretty little head off about that...

Mercedes: *answers the phone* I'm not in the mood.

Jane: That's what she said.

Mercedes: ...That joke is very dated, just so we're clear... What do you want, Jane?

Jane: Snippy today? What I want is you on set. Tonight. We have some last minute reshoots for "Dangerous Curves 2".

Mercedes: Last minute reshoots?

Jane: Don't think I stuttered...

Mercedes: The first movie was ridiculous, and so is the damn sequel. I doubt anyone who watches that mess will care if it isn't 'perfect'.

Jane: Hey now, you watch yourself there, young lady. I put out QUALITY soft core porn. QUALITY. Now quit your complaining, and be on set by 9pm tonight.

Mercedes: *rolls her eyes*... Like I said, I doubt the viewers of it give a damn. You won't be winning any Oscars... *sighs* Fine. Whatever.

Jane: Good. Maybe you hold onto that sass for tonight, it'll bring the tantalizing scenes to life even more.