CHAELISA One-shots

Almost Nice

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Park Chaeyoung always sat in the back seat of the bus. It was a fact of SHIELD High life.

So when Lisa Manoban - immature, annoying, thinks-she's-cleverer-than-everyone-else-but-is-really-just-a-weirdo-with-a-thing-for-lemons Lisa Manoban - took her seat one day, needless to say she was not impressed.

“Uh, excuse me, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Chaeyoung demanded, crossing her arms and glaring indignantly down at Lisa.

Lisa glanced up, smirking at her. “Me? I’m sitting.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Chaeyoung quipped. “I meant, what the hell do you think you’re doing in my seat?”

Lisa made a big show of turning around and checking for a name tag on the seat, even ducking down to look below its cushion. “Your seat? Afraid I don’t see any proof of ownership,” she said, straightening up and looking at Chaeyoung with an expression so obviously not innocent that she wanted to hit her.

Chaeyoung took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. We don’t karate-punch girls, Chaeyoung, no matter how tempting it may be, her foster mother’s words echoed through her head, warm but dry.

“I don’t own the seat, obviously,” Chaeyoung said, rolling her eyes. “It’s just that it’s my favourite one, and everyone knows it.”

Lisa made a totally insincere wince. “I’m sorry,” she said in a tone that clearly showed she wasn’t sorry at all. “But we can’t always have what we want, you know. Sometimes life gives you lemons.”

“Then you squeeze them in life’s eye,” Chaeyoung deadpanned. “Now, get out of my seat.”

“Though I appreciate your lemon meme, no,” Lisa replied, shooting her a wide grin when her jaw dropped.

“I like this seat too!” Lisa said, again with that faked innocence that Chaeyoung wasn’t believing for a second.

“I’m sure you do,” Chaeyoung snapped, her eyes narrowing into little slits. “It’s the best seat on the bus.”

“And now it’s my seat on the bus,” Lisa returned with a pleasant grin.

“Oh my God, I am going to -”

But Chaeyoung never got to finish her threat, because at that moment, the bus gave an alarming lurch.

“Hey!” Chaeyoung yelped, scrambling to grab onto something before she toppled over. “I don’t have a seat!”

The driver glanced back, squinting to be able to see her, and rolled his eyes. “Just share with your friend in the back.”

Chaeyoung’s jaw dropped for the second time in as many minutes. “I am not -”

But the driver had already turned forwards again, and the bus gave another, much bigger lurch beneath them as the ignition caught, and the engines roared to life.

Cursing her luck, and especially cursing Lisa Manoban, Chaeyoung glanced frantically around the bus, searching for an empty seat somewhere.