 |
|
 |

 |
crescentcity
mylollipop | |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Characters: Ginger McAvery and Sam Ruiz Setting: Backdated to last Wed, LA- California. Rating: SFW, most likely- language warnings. Content: Sam and Ginger have plans to spend Wednesdays out at the Beach. But before they get to the beach, they have to survive Ginger's feuding parents. Shopping with Avery had been a blast, and her room was covered with new bags that were waiting for just the right spot to live in her drawers, or to be packed up to take back to school. It was like Christmas, but without all the silly waiting for that one special day! But better yet? Sammy was going to be over at any moment, which almost dimmed the amazing night spent watching movies with her best friend. Excitedly she’d dressed in her new bikini, and finding the perfect tank top and skirt to go with it, before racing down stairs to the kitchen. “Hey, Daddy!” She squeaked, beaming brightly as she skidded around the island and wrapped her arms about him in a tight hug¸ though it went unreturned. “Sammy is coming over and we’re going to go to the beach, so like…we totally won’t be around much, kay?” Alexander McAvery barely looked up from his coffee as he nodded, “whatever you say, Princess.” Turning the page, he folded his paper over then, and lifted the cup of steaming brew to his lips as if he’d not heard a word she’d said. “He’s really nice,” she went on, pushing herself up on her toes as she bit her lip, hoping in vain that he’d at least glance her way for a moment. “And I think I really like him, and like…do you-“ she blinked though, as her mother suddenly walked into the kitchen and slammed her coffee mug down on the counter. “Would it kill you to not fuck everything that walks through the doors of this house?” She demanded of Alexander before looking up at Ginger and frowning, “what are you wearing? You aren’t planning to leave the house like that, are you?” Ginger looked down at her shirt with a frown, smoothing her hands over her stomach before chewing on her bottom lip. Was there something wrong with what she was wearing? She’d thought she looked nice, at least before her mother opened her mouth. Not that she had time to say as much. Her father was already speaking by the time she’d opened her mouth. “No, I don’t ‘fuck’ the dog,” he replied a bit blandly, “or you. Which, trust me, the dog would be an improvement over you.” He stood then, dumping his coffee in the sink before letting the cup drop in with a heavy clunk. Ginger watched as he moved over to her, though, and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Your daughter looks fine, Teagan, just like you…a little tramp with no breast.” Patting her shoulders, then, Alexander moved out of the kitchen with his wife hot on his heels. Ginger could still hear them arguing in the living room, but she didn’t follow. Instead she looked at her reflection in the window, hands coming up to cup her chest. If she’d had enough sense about her, though, she would have remembered that Sam was going to be using the floo at any moment to arrive. Tags: ginger mcavery, melchor ruiz
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
 |
 |

 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
After receiving a firm talk from his mother and then another from his father Sam was finally allowed to leave the house and meet up with Ginger as they had planned. He tossed his shirt on over his beach shorts and grabbed his guitar before hopping into the fireplace. "Have fun," Anna said to her son. "And call if anything changes right?" she reminded him. "I will mom," he said taking a handful of floo powder. "I love you Melchor," she said sweetly. Sam laughed. "Love you too mom, don't get all mushy, I'm just going to see my girlfriend." "There you go, saying that word again," she teased. "Have fun, tell Ginger I said hello." "I will," he tossed his handful of floo powder and the spinning began, dumping him off in the McAvery living room, apparently the lion's den. He stepped out to see Ginger's parents fighting, unsure what to do, he stood there dumbfounded. "Uh... hi," he said stupidly. "Is Ginge home?"
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|

 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Both of Ginger's parents stopped and turned to look at Sam the moment he spoke, staring at him. Teagan started to speak, but Alexander held up his hand and pointed at Sam.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" He asked, before turning back to look toward the kitchen. "Ginger! Ginger get in here." Jumping a little, Ginger moved into the living room from the kitchen, staring at her dad wide-eyed and innocent before smiling brightly at Sam. "Ginger, who is this?"
"Sam!" She grinned, before bouncing around the couch to wrap her arms about Sam' neck. "I told you about Sammy, Daddy! Weren---" No, actually, he probably wasn't. Ginger sighed a little before giving Sam an apologetic look.
"Ginger!" Teagan almost sounded offended by the idea of Sam, as she looked the boy up and down. "Can I speak with you a moment?"
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|

 |
|

 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
"You're Sam?" Alexander looked at the boy and his daughter with a bit of a skeptical expression. Until he turned to his wife, "she gets this behavior from you!"
"Oh, like this is all my fault," Teagan countered, forgetting, for now, that she wanted to speak with Ginger moments ago.
Turning to Sam, Ginger shrugged a little, before taking his hand and leading him out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom. "Sorry about that," she said a bit of a sigh, "they aren't normally that bad. Did you want anything to drink or something before we left?"
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|

 |
|

 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
"...Zac Efron is totally not as hot as you, though." Ginger assured him, stepping out of the hug a little reluctantly. "They just..." Her eye caught her reflection in the mirror, and again she turned side long to look at her bust line. "They just...do that. It is something for them to fight about."
She sighed, resting her hands on her hips before turning to look at Sam. "Besides, like he'd sooo not be their type, you know? He's like...some geeky wanna-be rock star, and you are like...totally a rock star, and there for way cooler."
Moving to pick up her bag and towel, she bounced a little. "Phillip is letting us use his car to get down to the beach, so I hope you don't mind driving, cos like I don't have my license yet. I can grab us some water from the kitchen on the way out to the garage, though."
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|

 |
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
She smiled at him, dancing back happily. He was really the best, wasn't he? If only everyone else knew what she knew about what a fantastic guy he was. "Thanks," she said, honestly. "You look fantastic too." Planting a kiss on his cheek, she grinned. "Come on, Rock Star, here are the key." She handed over Phillip's keys, before making one final spin around her room. "Okay! Lets go!" "I don't remember what kinda car it is, though," she added belatedly as she opened the door. "Some Owie or like...something. I think it is Japanese."
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|

 |
|

 |
|

 |
|

 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Lexie moved back into the kitchen, leaning on his forearms as he sighed. "How are you even getting there?" It was probably a dumb question, as Ginger always had a plan for this sort of thing, but he figured he needed to ask anyway.
"Phillip is letting Sam take the car! You know, since he's gone off to where ever with his girlfriend thing." Laine was not her favorite person, if only because Ginger knew a gold digger when she saw one. "You know you wanna go, it beats getting stoned here all by yourself."
Lexie snorted, before looking at Sam for a moment. "Wouldn't want to interrupt your 'alone' time."
"Ug I'm like soooo not begging you, okay." She held up hands up, a bottle in each. "Be a looooser if you wanna be. Me and Sam are like, totally going to go have an awesome time though."
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|

 |
|

 |
|

 |
|

 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
"Lexie's a doofus," she protested cheerfully, "his like, only goal in life is to like piss daddy off." Which was fairly true, given that it was Lexie's senior year, and he'd somehow managed to not make a passing grade in half his classes.
"Yeah, totally. Like, way more than me. Plus, no way I could ask mom, and Daddy doesn't let anyone else drive his car. And then Lexie only has his bike." She shrugged, "I'm gonna get a car this summer though! Lexie and Phillip said they'd help me pick it out!"
She opened the passenger door to the car, though, before slipping into the stylish interior. "Besides," she went on, "if you do anything to it, he just gets to make daddy pay to repair it. He says it is a win, win."
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|

 |
|

 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
"Yeah, well," she laughed, "you say that now. But you never know, he might like ruin senior year!"
But then he was offering to go car shopping with her, and all she could was bounce in her seat and clap a little excitedly. "No! That would be like soooo awesome. Cos like, Lexie just goes on about stupid things I don't understand, and like....uh...even know, cos it is all so weird. And then like, Phillip just wants to buy another car for himself. Which is like, totally not cool, cos like he really likes some ugly cars."
Reaching over to the console, though, she hit the navigation buttons. Selecting the beach they were going to, a map sprang up, and a voice began to list off the directions for Sam. "There you go!"
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|  |
 |

|
 |