Two Girls, One Lovestruck (Phoebe Spengler X Female OC FanFic)

Meeting At A Diner Where Sarcasm Is The Center

(This Songs Hints At What's To Come)

Warnings: Just cussing

"So, what's your plan, sis?" asked (twelve year old) Ronnie (whose real name was Veronica Yamansi). "To save up enough money and have us move out of Summerville by the end of the summer," said Ronnie's older sister (fifteen year old) Maxine Yamansi (Max). "Thank god you're better at organizing than I am. I suck at this bullshit," said Ronnie, sketching on a newspaper. Just at that moment, the door swung open, and a tall teenage boy walked with pale skin and a thick mop of curly black hair. He made his way over to the counter and took a seat, clutching a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. "Can I help you?" Max asked. "Oh, I'm here to see someone else," said the boy. "Here to see that whore?" Max stated, lighting a Cigarette. "What 'whore'?" The boy asked. Ronnie couldn't help but giggle and continued to draw. "The hot girl that we caught you staring at the other fucking day," snickered Max. "Oh, that! Uh, I wasn't staring at her, I was seeing how the work environment was," said the boy, stammering. "Yeah, if you're the health inspector," laughed Ronnie. "Does she work here as well?" The boy asked, annoyed. "No, she's just my sister," fumed Max. "I'm Ronnie," said Ronnie, shaking the boy's hand. "How old are you again?" The boy asked. "She's twelve," said Max, from the kitchen. "I have a sister your age," said the boy. "Really?" Ronnie asked, sarcastically. "Yeah, and she's a smartass," fumed the boy. "You've never mentioned your name, how am I supposed to tell Lucky who came in and asked for a job?" Max snapped. "It's Trevor," said the boy. "Wow, your parents must have had a lazy mind when thinking of a creative name," snickered Lucky. "Holy shit!" Trevor shouted, jumping and falling on the floor. "He's here for a job," said Max, to Lucky. Lucky nodded and approached Ronnie, who was meticulously sketching a portrait of a preteen girl with a fair complexion, round spectacles, and luscious dark curls, standing gracefully on a lush, rolling hill. "What's today's vision drawing?" Lucky asked Ronnie. It might sound a bit puzzling, but let me explain what she was trying to convey. Ronnie inherited her mother's unusual gift of seeing into the future or past, which she wasn't too thrilled about. Her dad, not understanding how this ability worked, would often hurl hurtful words at her when she mentioned it, even though she hadn't done anything wrong. Fortunately, she had Lucky and Max by her side. They believed in her and would often ask about her visions, wanting to know if she saw them as good or bad omens. "It's a weird one. Last night, I saw a vision of a girl my age, standing at the old countryside outside of town, with me by her fucking side," scoffed Ronnie, crossing her arms and fuming in confusion. "That description sounds awfully familiar to the awkward Dirt Farm boy," said Lucky, picking her nails. "I don't fucking know, Luck. I guess I'm starting to lose my goddamn mind," groaned Ronnie, closing her notepad and walking up to leave when Max stopped her. "Hey, Dirt Boy. Is alright if you're able to drop Ron off? I don't want her walking home alone," said Max, dropping her Cigarette and pulling her hair up to two pigtails. "Why?" Trevor groaned. "Because if you want your job so fucking bad, you have to listen and do, otherwise, you'll be fired on your first day," snapped Lucky. "Fine, let's go," said Trevor, gesturing at Ronnie to follow him. "Wait, you don't have a car? I heard you tell Lucky you're seventeen," scoffed Ronnie. "It's a long story," mumbled Trevor. "So, when am I going to meet your sister. Or did you make her up as well," mused Ronnie. "I wish I was making her up, but I'm not. We'll stop by my house so you can meet her and get this shit over with," said Trevor. "Fine, just as long she isn't a lustly bitch," said Ronnie. "Trust me, she isn't," groaned Trevor.

Author's note: No, Ronnie isn't going to be Trevor's love interest, don't start. I wouldn't do that. Now shut up. Trevor is probably play matchmaker for Phoebe and Ronnie, to be honest. Also, sorry that it's short. I had a revision at the last minute, and it made a lazy first part. Wow, how great 🙄.....