~Weiss~
Weiss sat regally in the stands as she watched a bunch of boys clad in helmets tackle each other to the ground on a field covered in fake grass. She didn't particularly like sports, but football definitely took the cake--or one reason and one reason only.
"Weiss!"
Her train of thought was cut off by her cousin's voice in the distance. She shot up and turned around. "Blake! I thought you'd abandoned me," the heiress complained.
"Oh please, you know you love watching Neptune out there," the raven-haired girl replied, gesturing to the football field.
Weiss felt her face flush. As rumor had it (and truth told it), she had a big, fat crush on one of the biggest football jockeys in the school: Neptune Vasillas. (His bold nature and admittedly good looks made him the perfect candidate for the heiress' affection.) The only problem was that no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't muster the courage to say a word to him.
"One can only sit in the hot sun for so long," Weiss teased. She grabbed her spotless white backpack and slid on the straps before following Blake out of the stands.
"So, how are the boys doing?" Blake inquired, attempting to fill the silence that had begun to surround them on their way to the car.
"They're improving," Weiss lied. She honestly couldn't care less about the team. "If only Cardin wasn't quarterback..." That, she meant.
Her taller cousin laughed. "Yeah, I'd like to see that punk get knocked down a couple pegs, too. Everyone tells me he's like the school bully you see in cheesy high school movies."
"Don't pay attention to rumors," Weiss replied with a special touch of sarcasm.
"Oh, I'm the one with a grudge?" Blake countered. "Right, and you don't spend your entire existence trying to screw over his life just because he kicked your ass in the fifth grade spelling bee."
"Excuse me? That was one time I tried to sue him, and for a perfectly good reason!" Weiss bit back. The two looked at each other with blank stares for a couple seconds before giving in to laughter (for completely different reasons).
"The things your mom will do to get the upper hand," Blake huffed. "She comes down like a blizzard on the court. I can see where you get that ice-cold attitude of yours."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Weiss pouted.
Despite the bitterness that occasionally passed between them, Weiss and Blake genuinely cared about each other. Blake was like Weiss' sister and best friend combined. Since her parents had no time to "take care of a little girl" (as she'd once overheard her father say), and Winter wasn't at the household anymore, the heiress sought companionship in the girl who used her (questionable) blood relation as an excuse to become a Schnee servant.
"It means you're a Schnee," Blake replied.
Weiss drooped. "Well, you aren't wrong there."
Still, she wanted to be anything but a Schnee. The snowflake seamlessly stitched onto her backpack suddenly became an unwelcome burden.
•••
"I should be on the cover!" Weiss hissed to herself as she tossed the latest Fencer's Weekly from her desk to her bed. Putting her face in her hands, she stared at the plain wood between her fingers and sighed. "Why does everything have to be so...disappointing?"
A knock made its way to her ears. "Come in," she groaned. The doorknob made a familiar clicking noise as the door swung open. "You okay?"
It was Blake.
"I'm fine," the heiress replied morosely. Blake Belladonna knew better.
"Come on." The raven-haired girl padded over and rested a soft hand on her distant cousin's shoulder. "Sitting here and moping won't get you anywhere. Trust me."
Weiss looked up into her best friend's eyes. There was the same darkness in her amber irises that she'd seen when Blake had first arrived at their doorstep, broken yet resolved.
"You're right..." Weiss stood up. "Let's get out of here. I'm sick of looking at white."
Blake smiled. "Me too. Too bad having you around won't change that."
•••
Twenty minutes later, the duo stepped out of Blake's mini limo and onto the patio of Crescent Café. "You know what I'm getting," Blake said as she pulled out her wallet.
Weiss rolled her eyes. "You and tuna salads."
The raven-haired girl laughed in agreement and held the door open for her "cousin". Weiss thanked her, as was customary, and immediately started scanning the menu ahead of her. "I think I want to try something new," Weiss muttered.
When Blake didn't respond, the heiress looked up at her. "Blake?"
Still nothing.
Weiss sighed and followed her gaze to a certain blond and brunette sitting at their favorite table. Oh no.
"What're they doing in our spot? Hold my place," Blake growled and stormed over to reclaim her territory. Weiss couldn't help but laugh at her cousin's feistiness before focusing her attention back to the menu. So long as I don't have to deal with them.
~Ruby~
"Hey!" Ruby and Yang were suddenly interrupted from their afternoon snack by a familiar-looking girl.
"Oh, hey, Blake!" Yang dropped her half-eaten donut on its platter and looked absolutely giddy to see her, whereas Blake had anything but a friendly demeanor. It was a pretty funny comparison.
"Yang," the angrier of the two responded, "that happens to be my spot. So if you wouldn't mind kindly moving..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Yang stood up and faced the raven-haired girl to remind her of how she was just a few inches taller. "This is a public place. There is no special spot for anybody. And if it were to be a special spot, it would be ours. Right, Ruby?"
The brunette stopped nibbling her donut for a moment to answer. "We kinda have sat in this spot since we occasionally started coming here, which was about five years ago," she shrugged.
Blake wouldn't relent. "Well, we must've missed each other, then, because Weiss and I sit here multiple times a week and have lived in the area far longer than the two of you."
"I like it when you're feisty," Yang purred, causing both her sister and victim's cheeks to turn a darker shade of red.
And then, Blake did something Ruby never thought anyone would have the guts to do.
She ignored Yang's obvious attempt at flirting.
"I'm not gonna say it again. Get up and scoot over a table or else," Blake growled.
Yang smirked playfully and sat down, despite being shot down. "Well, what're you gonna do, mittens?"
Blake balled her wool-covered fists, retorted, "Fine," and proceeded to forcefully plop down on the blond's lap.
Yang laughed. "Wow, I'm really feeling the pain now!" she chuckled. Ruby couldn't help but smile. It was like her sister and Blake had been best friends for longer than a few days, even if Yang sought something more out of the amber-eyed girl.
"What on Remnant...?" Weiss walked up with a tray in her arms, right on cue.
[AN: hey y'all! Sorry it's been so long since I updated. I've actually had this chapter as a draft for quite a while •-•' but I think I'm gonna pick back up on this lil fanfic, so put away your torches and pitchforks, Savanna. Welcome back to me and you guys, too!]