Make It , drabbles 1-10, PG-13
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jadelyntateAuthor: Jade
Story: Make It
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms or characters here within. They are owned by Saban (thank GOD) and ABC. I make no monetary profit.
Summary: Kimberly's friendship with Sasha Belov started in Florida...Crossover with Make It or Break It. 100 word drabbles.
A/N: I know, I know, I know, I said I'd have a pure PR fic for you. I don't. >.<
Perfection
Kimberly bit her lip as her duffel hit the floor of the gym. She had to be sneaky, she had to be quiet, and she couldn't be caught because if coach found out she was practicing at night, alone, he would kill her. He insisted on the basic and most duh rule of all—every gymnast has a spotter. After her little accident in Angel Grove, you'd think she would have learned the need for that but no. Practicing alone. At night. After fourteen hours of grueling training.
She had to be the best. If she wasn't...then why had she come?
Disillusioned
She had thought, when she'd first arrived in Florida, that things would just naturally fall into place as everything always had for her. She would get in, make friends, medal. It would be easy.
She'd very quickly been disillusioned of that notion. She had nothing in common with the other girls—they didn't know what it was like to have a life outside of triple pikes and she couldn't imagine having gymnastics be everything.
It hadn't been until her first invitational, competing against the future Olympic team, that she realized just maybe she wasn't the princess everyone assumed her to be.
Newspaper
Kimberly was eating a quick breakfast in the cafeteria when Julia Jeremiah, the current star of Coach Schmidt, dropped a newspaper on her table.
“More like Pauper,” she sneered and walked away. Kim frowned
“Was that supposed to make sense?” she asked no one in particular, picking up the paper. And then it became apparent what Julia had meant.
“New Princess of Gymnastics?” the headline screamed. Below, a picture of Kimberly smiling as she accepted the bronze at the New York Invitational. Biting her lip, Kimberly gently rolled the paper up and put it in her duffel.
Irony
The ironic thing about her third placement in New York was that it had shocked her. She'd always won every competition she'd ever entered. Placing third at the first invitational under her new coach had shook her up immensely. Luckily, she knew how to act otherwise the other girls would have sensed weakness and attacked.
It was only later, in her hotel room, that she'd cried herself to sleep after talking with Tommy for two hours. He assured her that soon she'd be kicking ass and taking names. She just had to find her comfort zone and she'd be golden.
The world is ending
Sasha slowly dialed the phone. Tanner's offer, his appearance, was still fresh on his mind and he needed a new viewpoint.
“Hello?”
“Hello,” he said and waited. He hadn't actually initiated contact in five years—she'd always called him. This had be a surprise.
“Is someone dying?”
He huffed a laugh. “No.”
“Is the world ending?”
“Lauren Tanner's father approached me about taking Marty's place as head coach of The Rock.”
Silence. “And are you considering it?”
“Grudgingly.”
“Apparently the world is ending,” she said. He rolled his eyes.
“Very funny.”
Sasha
“If he catches you, Coach is going to have your head.”
Feeling as though she was about to have a heart attack, Kimberly whirled around at the amused sound of Sasha's voice. Sasha Belov was the male equivalent of Julia, the male star of the school, and the number one ranked male gymnast in the country.
“What if he catches you?” she asked, breathless from the routine she'd just done. Sasha smirked.
“I know better than to practice at night alone,” he said, his accent oddly soothing to her rattled nerves. “Besides, I'll just blame you.”
Blush
Rattled by Sasha's appearance, Kimberly couldn't concentrate and finally left. The next day, walking into the gym and seeing Sasha on the rings, she found herself unable to not watch him out of the corner of her eye. It was only Julia's snide remark that got her to focus on her own routines rather than the mystery that was the male gymnast.
That didn't stop her from overhearing Marty and Sasha's commentary as they walked past on their way to the vault, however.
“Good looking girl.”
“Yes,” Sasha agreed. Kim felt her cheeks burn as they moved away.
Trouble
“You're from California, yes?”
Kim snapped her head up as Sasha sat down across from her at lunch. Sasha had made it a rule never to sit with the female gymnasts, preferring the company of his good friend and fellow competitor Marty. Half the girls thought he was gay and the other thought he was a snob. Kim hadn't yet decided.
“Um, why?” she asked warily.
“Just curious.” He smiled as if Kimberly wasn't being glared at by everyone in the room.
“You're trouble, aren't you?” she finally asked. He smirked.
“You have no idea.”
Talked About This
Slipping out of her room and through the housing complex, she spared a moment to thank the architect that the dorms were attached to the main gym. After her puzzling lunch with Sasha followed by four more hours of grueling workout with her jealous gym-mates, Kim was practically craving solitude, which was so not happening with her roommate more curious than should be legal.
“I thought we talked about this,” Sasha sighed, arms crossed as she tried sneaking into the gym. She straightened. He was leaning against the beam, quite obviously waiting for her.
“You talked, I listened.”
Parents
“Hello?”
“Do you remember Julia's parents?” Sasha asked, not bothering to tell her who it was. As Kimberly'd said before, he was the only guy she knew with an accent.
“Vividly,” she replied. “I take it you met the parents today?”
“They're worse,” he said and he could hear her choke on a laugh. “It's not funny.”
“Sorry, I'm just remembering all the times you laughed at Coach for having to deal with the Jeremiah's,” she said. He grimaced.
“I knew that was going to bite me in the arse one day.”
Story: Make It
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms or characters here within. They are owned by Saban (thank GOD) and ABC. I make no monetary profit.
Summary: Kimberly's friendship with Sasha Belov started in Florida...Crossover with Make It or Break It. 100 word drabbles.
A/N: I know, I know, I know, I said I'd have a pure PR fic for you. I don't. >.<
Perfection
Kimberly bit her lip as her duffel hit the floor of the gym. She had to be sneaky, she had to be quiet, and she couldn't be caught because if coach found out she was practicing at night, alone, he would kill her. He insisted on the basic and most duh rule of all—every gymnast has a spotter. After her little accident in Angel Grove, you'd think she would have learned the need for that but no. Practicing alone. At night. After fourteen hours of grueling training.
She had to be the best. If she wasn't...then why had she come?
Disillusioned
She had thought, when she'd first arrived in Florida, that things would just naturally fall into place as everything always had for her. She would get in, make friends, medal. It would be easy.
She'd very quickly been disillusioned of that notion. She had nothing in common with the other girls—they didn't know what it was like to have a life outside of triple pikes and she couldn't imagine having gymnastics be everything.
It hadn't been until her first invitational, competing against the future Olympic team, that she realized just maybe she wasn't the princess everyone assumed her to be.
Newspaper
Kimberly was eating a quick breakfast in the cafeteria when Julia Jeremiah, the current star of Coach Schmidt, dropped a newspaper on her table.
“More like Pauper,” she sneered and walked away. Kim frowned
“Was that supposed to make sense?” she asked no one in particular, picking up the paper. And then it became apparent what Julia had meant.
“New Princess of Gymnastics?” the headline screamed. Below, a picture of Kimberly smiling as she accepted the bronze at the New York Invitational. Biting her lip, Kimberly gently rolled the paper up and put it in her duffel.
Irony
The ironic thing about her third placement in New York was that it had shocked her. She'd always won every competition she'd ever entered. Placing third at the first invitational under her new coach had shook her up immensely. Luckily, she knew how to act otherwise the other girls would have sensed weakness and attacked.
It was only later, in her hotel room, that she'd cried herself to sleep after talking with Tommy for two hours. He assured her that soon she'd be kicking ass and taking names. She just had to find her comfort zone and she'd be golden.
The world is ending
Sasha slowly dialed the phone. Tanner's offer, his appearance, was still fresh on his mind and he needed a new viewpoint.
“Hello?”
“Hello,” he said and waited. He hadn't actually initiated contact in five years—she'd always called him. This had be a surprise.
“Is someone dying?”
He huffed a laugh. “No.”
“Is the world ending?”
“Lauren Tanner's father approached me about taking Marty's place as head coach of The Rock.”
Silence. “And are you considering it?”
“Grudgingly.”
“Apparently the world is ending,” she said. He rolled his eyes.
“Very funny.”
Sasha
“If he catches you, Coach is going to have your head.”
Feeling as though she was about to have a heart attack, Kimberly whirled around at the amused sound of Sasha's voice. Sasha Belov was the male equivalent of Julia, the male star of the school, and the number one ranked male gymnast in the country.
“What if he catches you?” she asked, breathless from the routine she'd just done. Sasha smirked.
“I know better than to practice at night alone,” he said, his accent oddly soothing to her rattled nerves. “Besides, I'll just blame you.”
Blush
Rattled by Sasha's appearance, Kimberly couldn't concentrate and finally left. The next day, walking into the gym and seeing Sasha on the rings, she found herself unable to not watch him out of the corner of her eye. It was only Julia's snide remark that got her to focus on her own routines rather than the mystery that was the male gymnast.
That didn't stop her from overhearing Marty and Sasha's commentary as they walked past on their way to the vault, however.
“Good looking girl.”
“Yes,” Sasha agreed. Kim felt her cheeks burn as they moved away.
Trouble
“You're from California, yes?”
Kim snapped her head up as Sasha sat down across from her at lunch. Sasha had made it a rule never to sit with the female gymnasts, preferring the company of his good friend and fellow competitor Marty. Half the girls thought he was gay and the other thought he was a snob. Kim hadn't yet decided.
“Um, why?” she asked warily.
“Just curious.” He smiled as if Kimberly wasn't being glared at by everyone in the room.
“You're trouble, aren't you?” she finally asked. He smirked.
“You have no idea.”
Talked About This
Slipping out of her room and through the housing complex, she spared a moment to thank the architect that the dorms were attached to the main gym. After her puzzling lunch with Sasha followed by four more hours of grueling workout with her jealous gym-mates, Kim was practically craving solitude, which was so not happening with her roommate more curious than should be legal.
“I thought we talked about this,” Sasha sighed, arms crossed as she tried sneaking into the gym. She straightened. He was leaning against the beam, quite obviously waiting for her.
“You talked, I listened.”
Parents
“Hello?”
“Do you remember Julia's parents?” Sasha asked, not bothering to tell her who it was. As Kimberly'd said before, he was the only guy she knew with an accent.
“Vividly,” she replied. “I take it you met the parents today?”
“They're worse,” he said and he could hear her choke on a laugh. “It's not funny.”
“Sorry, I'm just remembering all the times you laughed at Coach for having to deal with the Jeremiah's,” she said. He grimaced.
“I knew that was going to bite me in the arse one day.”
