Drop of Hidden Sunshine

Okay, this isn't actually anything story-like. It's just a small scene that I had extracted from Nerds With A Chance. For those who have read that story, and if you like Logan Lerman I strongly suggest you do (ehehe xD), you'll know that Zeph was to go for coffee that day before Logan would take her out at night. Before the star-gazing chapter?? Yeah?

You most likely won't know. But my friend requested I write her this, as she was very furious I had not included it. Because she, in fact, is the 'Rachel' in the story. And she has a thing for Russians. So being the kind friend I was I sculpted a character to her needs. -______- 

This ones for you Rachel, Snakes McBoob. ;)

~~kazzhang

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Rachel and Kirousha were sitting in one of pretty iron wrought tables outside the petite café that was tucked in a shaded corner of a relatively pleasant side of Vancouver. It was a fair distance from the hotel, but comfortably close to the port of which the filming was situated.

Zephilia Phillips trotted across from the other side of the street, waving somewhat half-heartedly at the couple. The stockily-built, ringlet covered brunette returned the gesture with fervent enthusiasm; however the blond haired male crouched in his respective seat across from her, showed no sign of movement as he stared boredly into the distance behind his girlfriend’s ear.

“Hey!! Zeph!” the girl greeted, giggling in between her words. One could say she looked a bit drunk; but that was the norm. For her.

The auburn haired girl in question graced a small smile onto her lips as she crossed over slowly.

“Hey Rae…” She paused, “Uh… Kirousha…?”

The boy mumbled something incoherently under his breath, it sounded faintly along the lines of a name correction.

Zeph bit her lip, running an awkward line across her bottom lip with her tongue.

The brunette clapped her hands together and stood up, shooting through the front door of the café, yelling over her shoulder something about ‘her need of more coffee’.

Zeph took the moment to glance at the Russian boy uneasily, studying him with a sort of confused bewilderment; he, in return, paid no attention to her, shrugging and then striding off after his girlfriend.

Zeph blinked in surprise at the boy’s manner, frowning lightly before walking through the door too.

Inside, Rachel had already grouped together a hoard of coffee and cakes and settled herself in a comfy set of leather sofas leaning next to the front window. The scene beyond was cheery and bright, overlooking the quiet, peaceful street yonder.

Kirousha loped up, falling into the sofa next to her with his usual blank and uncaring expression.

And this was exactly the thing that perturbed Zeph as she followed him, frowning.

His stony impassive-ness and general uncaring and sort of angry outlook on the world definitely did not make it easy to talk to him. In fact it made quite the opposite effect.

The guy either ignored you, or would respond with a grunt or some sort of unintelligible ramble (if you were lucky). Like he was better than you. Above you.

Zeph had no clue in hell how any girl could have a relationship with a guy like this; especially not somebody like Rachel. In complete honesty, Zeph was beginning to get to the point that she wished Rachel would just go and find someone better. Because Zeph thought that she deserved someone better.

Realizing this epiphany, the short glasses wearing girl took her seat with a grim look on her face. Sharply snatching a coffee, she smiled just a little when she realized it was her favourite type.

“Thanks Rae.”

“No problem,” her friend waved off, interlinking her hand with her boyfriend’s.

Zeph looked up, regarding the pair over the lid of her coffee cup with calculating intrigue. To an onlooker she looked as though she was studying a pair of animals over the Discovery Channel on TV.

Their hands were resting on the two middle armrests parting between them; except to Zeph it appeared to be more Rachel holding Kirousha’s hand, and the aforementioned boy, just limply letting his hand be held.

Zeph frowned.

“Z?” Rachel queried, eyebrows slightly creasing, “Your face is complaining. What’s wrong?”

Zeph pushed on a somewhat strained smile and replied, “No, no, nothing.”

“You’re lying.”

“What no-“

The brunette laughed loudly, her hand releasing Kirousha’s. “You’re a horrible liar. In fact, dweeb, you suck. Do you see now why you can’t hide anything from me and Damien about Logan?”

The auburn haired girl immediately flushed a delicate rosy pink, gripping her coffee cup tightly, as she became increasingly aware of the hard, stony stare that was being directed onto her from the seat beside Rachel’s.

She secretly peeked a little look at him.

Kirousha, catching her red-handed, blinked at her unfazed, opening his mouth and letting out the longest sentence Zeph had ever heard from him, “Voo is this Logan?”

Zeph’s eyes widened a fraction before she quickly turned her head away, gulping down coffee madly to try and keep herself occupied.

“You know- Lerman?” Rachel answered gently, her normally loud and garish pitched voice softened marginally to a low, almost quiet murmur as she talked to the boy.

The Russian’s eyebrows rode up for a second, “The actor?” His accent heavily accented the –tor.

Rachel nodded, leaning back in her chair casually, poking through the remnants at the bottom of her plastic cup.

“I didn’t know he vas-“

“Yeah.” Rachel paused. “Like you and me,” she added unsurely, her voice dropping and trailing off near the end uncertainly.

Zeph blinked exactly once.

She expected Kirousha to get angry, march off, remain silent with a glare or something; but instead his facial expression softened as he melted into the back of his armchair. And even though it was meant to seem somewhat inconspicuous, Zeph clearly caught sight of Kirousha’s foot snake towards Rachel’s. It locked onto her ankle and gave, what seemed to be, as a soft jiggle.

Rachel’s face promptly fired up as she buried her nose into her cold coffee.

And the smallest of a smile crept up onto the unbreakable Russian’s face.

Something like a time-freeze came over the next moment as the blond haired boy leant across the chair and captured Rachel’s lips in his own. A soft, sweet, chaste kiss. More like a drop of rare sunshine than anything else.  

A taste of a blissful English summer.

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“Guys!!? I’m still here you know.”