//------------------------------// // Lime-green cliché // Story: Gildaloo // by Bysen //------------------------------// The morning had started out awkward. Mostly because Scootaloo had been woken up when Gilda came out, not seeing her on the couch, and started making breakfast in just her underwear. It got better after that as Gilda quickly got dressed and once that was out of the way, the two sat down for breakfast.Toast, cereal and some juice. They didn’t talk much but Gilda’s offer to drive her home still stood. Gilda lived on the second floor with her car park a few spaces over from the stairwell. The two went down shortly after breakfast, Scootaloo in a bit of a hurry to get this day over with so she took the lead down. Of course she then had to let Gilda take over as she had no idea what her car looked like. When Gilda pointed it out, Scootaloo was a little let down and surprised. It wasn’t a bad car, but for all Gilda’s talk of the Wonderbolts and X-tream motocross last night she was expecting something a bit flashier, not your standard lime-green cliché bad car. Gilda saw Scootaloo’s lackluster reaction to her car, and told her “You know I don’t have to offer you a ride…” she said snidely before she jumped into the driver’s seat. A ride in this junker was better than no ride at all. “Hey, do me a favor. The belt doesn’t clip so if we get pulled over just sit on the thing so it looks like it’s done up, alright?” “S-sure.” Scootaloo spoke what she was sure would be her last words. She hesitantly got in and tried the belt… it worked. She looked up at Gilda slightly confused, only to be met with the girl grinning with an amused looked to her. “Har har.” Scootaloo said as Gilda turned the ignition. She put it in reverse and backed out. Fast. The car may not look it, but Gilda certainly drove like she’d spoken of last night. Once they were out of the apartment block her driving leveled out on the open roads.”So where to?” Gilda finally asked. “I live up at the northern reaches.” she answered. “Rich neighbourhood huh? And you still made me pay for your drinks last night.” Gilda joked, eliciting a chuckle from Scootaloo too. She then added “Didn’t even put out either.” “Gilda.” Scootaloo said, clearly not amused by that last comment. She thought this was awkward enough as it was, let alone her bringing it up in some manner or another for the third time this morning. But Gilda found it funny and to her that was the main thing. She snickered a little but after that the two of them stayed silent for about five minutes. The silence was finally broken not far from Scootaloo’s place when she asked “Can I… ask you something Gilda?” “Why did you choose me?” Scootaloo asked. This managed to catch Gilda’s attention as she took her eyes off the road. Of course in the early morning traffic they were only going about 20 an hour anyway. “Well. Aside from I thought you knew it was gay night… I saw how nervous you were. And you’re young so I figured you were still closeted or something. Thought I’d help out. That and you’re hot.” Gilda answered. “Thanks. I guess.” Scootaloo quite wasn’t sure which answer she liked more. However on a counterpoint, she didn’t know which one was worse either. “And uh, sorry about calling you a dyke last night. I was just kinda… you know.” “Yeah, don’t sweat it.” Gilda said as she shifted her attention back to the road. “I don’t have anything against gays. I mean lesbians.” “I get it.” “Or L.B.T.Y.- whatever that acronym is.” “Uh huh…” “What do you identify as?” “Hey Scootaloo?” “Yeah?” “Shut up.” Gilda stated. “Sorry.” Scootaloo replied, realising she’d just been making a fool of herself. “I just, I’ve been…” “Let me guess. Tomboy, loves bikes and motocross, mullet. You’ve been teased about being gay as a kid.” Gilda said and briefly looked at her friend, receiving a nod as she did. “Well then screw ‘em. If you’re not then who cares what those fags think?” “Yeah, like I haven’t been told that a hundred times…” Scootaloo retorted to Gilda’s ‘words of wisdom’. “Have you ever been told them by a dyke before?” “Well, no.” Scootaloo pondered on that for a moment, not quite sure if that fact actually made a difference or not on the advice. She then thought of something else “How come you just called yourself a dyke and said fag? Last person I said that to… was…” and Scootaloo trailed off before adding “Um, I’m down this street.” and pointed to the left. A few moments later Gilda made the turn. The street went pretty far but Gilda knew there wasn’t much down this road, only about a minute or three’s drive to the end of it. “So who was the person you said that to?” she asked, getting a feeling she knew where this was going. “A friend a few years ago. I’m not sure if she’s my friend anymore though.” Scootaloo said as she clutched her blue jacket with one of her hands. Also confirming what Gilda had figured. “She came out… and I was a stupid kid then and didn’t exactly say the nicest things about it. We fought and… well, you can guess the rest.” “Yeah, I lost a friend too like that. Her name was Rai-” “Sorry but that’s my turn there.” Scootaloo quickly said, pointing to a street they were about to miss. Gilda quickly switched lanes and made the turn. She was about to start again when Scootaloo added “I’m just over here.” and pointed to her house. Gilda pulled over and finally got to look directly at Scootaloo. It was clear to her now that this whole conversation had gotten her down. “Well, thanks for the lift. See ya.” And with that Scootaloo got out of the car and was a couple of steps in front of it when “Hey, hold up a sec." Gilda called to her. Scootaloo walked back around the hood of the car and stepped up to the driver side window. “Give me your phone real fast.” Gilda added as she put her hand out the window. Scootaloo stared for a moment before reaching into one of her pockets and handing it over. “See ya!” And Gilda floored it, phone in hand. The car went zero to sixty in three point five. Then stopped about a second later, looking at Scootaloo in the mirror and the look on her face thinking Gilda had just stolen her phone. Priceless. Scootaloo sighed and walked up to the window, half expecting Gilda to drive off again. She reached it and leant on the door. “Alright, now give us back my phone.” “Yeah, just a second.” she said, tapping on the screen. “I’ma give you two things.” Gilda said as Scootaloo leaned into the window to see what she was doing on her phone. Before Scootaloo could see what she was doing, Gilda held the phone up in front of herself. Flash. She moved it back tapped the screen a few more times and then flipped her wrist, pointing the phone back towards Scootaloo. “You got my number now. You better call sometime.” “Sure.” Scootaloo replied to what was more a demand than request. As she grabbed her phone. “What’s the second thing?” “This.” and with that Gilda leant in and kissed Scootaloo. Needless to say, Scootaloo was surprised. She would’ve fought it if it had been a deep kiss but it was just a peck on the lips. Of course she still jerked back shortly afterwards. “Do with that what you will.” Gilda said before turning back to the road and revved the engine. Her wheels spun as she did a small burnout in the street to turn around. She called out once more as she drove off “Later Dweeb!” Scootaloo stood there for a moment before the cloud of rubber smoke hit her and she started to cough. Not what she’d expected… then again, she probably should have. She looked down at her phone and saw the picture. “Wow… how did I not notice her doing a kawaii peace sign?”