Who: Ally Davies and Giada Vance
What: D:
Where: Giada and Savannah's flat
Ally had managed to get the afternoon off, she had now idea how, but she managed it. Sam had offered to watch Roger so she headed over to visit her sister since it had been so long since she talked to her, let alone visit. "Gia! Guess who deemed you worthy of a visit!" she called as she shrugged off her coat. "Giiaaaa!"
Her sister had definitely come at the wrong time. Giada had just finished taking a shower, having had to jump in there to wash away all the tears the visit with her parents had produced. She was so stupid, having thought that
maybe they'd change and see her point of view. It was so---it was so unfair! Why wasn't she as important or as special as Patrick and Ally? Just because she wasn't
planned? That wasn't
her fault? Why should she be sentenced to be...be...she was like a
thing they could pawn off, had they
ever thought of her as something besides collateral in an arranged marriage that would benefit their standings?
She was drying her hair when she heard Ally's voice call through the flat. Giada had half a mind to disapparate and fake that she hadn't been home, but her guilty conscience wouldn't let her do that to her sister.
"In heeeeeeeere!" Giada called, trying to feign a bit of excitement as she pulled on a shirt.
"Hey hey" Ally said with a huge grin as she walked around to where she was. "It's been too long, hasn't it. Sam wasn't doing anything so I had him watch Roger. We could go over there later if you want. I know how much you like to play with him. And he just adores you! OH Thats a cute shirt! Where'd you get it?" Ally just rambled on as she usually did. She only slightly noticed that Giada wasn't excited as she normally was but she figured that she was just interrupting her getting ready for a date or something since she just got out of the shower. "So what have you been up to?"
Giada frowned a bit, not exactly wanting to deal with
anyone at the moment. Her sister had horrible timing, it seemed, and she busied herself with her desk to try and keep her mind off of things. There would be no use yelling at Ally for things her parents did, but it didn't help that Ally never had to bother herself with it. Sure her parents hadn't exactly been
happy with Sam, but it wasn't as if they put up a huge fight or anything.
So bloody unfair, she was human
too, and--arrrrrrgh!
"Erm," she said, pulling out some album slips just to stick them back into their proper positions, doing her best to avoid her sister's eyes, "Oh, you know. Nothing. Day off and all."
Ally raised a brow at her sister. She was definiatly acting weird. She was barely even looking at her, and if she thought Ally didn't notice then she was mistaken. "Giada. What's wrong?" she didn't even bother asking
if there was something wrong because there was defininatly something wrong.
She sat down on her bed and crossed her legs underneath her. Giada still wasn't looking at her. "Come on, you can talk to me."
"No, I can't," Giada said before she could stop herself, fists gripping onto the edge of her desk to force herself not to turn toward Ally. She didn't want to fight, she didn't want to cry, and Giada knew that both of those things would happen if she looked at her sister. She had never felt this kind of resentment toward
anyone, not even after Emmet introduced her to Marcus, she couldn't---
It was hard for her to even be
mad at someone, Giada realized; she was talking to Avery even after all the rubbish they'd dealt with, how could she let herself? It was as if she was scared of people disliking her because she got upset with them, heck, she was even sending Marcus presents, now! What was
with her?
"That's the
problem," she spat, "I can't talk to
you."
Ally just raised her brow stared at her sister blinking only a once or twice. She must of heard wrong because she hadn't heard Giada speak to her like that since they were girls still living at home. And last time she checked she hadn't done
anything to deserve such treatment. Unless she was upset that she hadn't talked to her in a couple of weeks, which would be absolutely ridiculous. "Um. Excuse me? I'm just slightly confused here. What exactly have I done?"
Giada sputtered a bit, trying to come up with a lie, something she'd been quite good at these past few months, but it simply would not come to her. Finally she turned, eyes still darting away from Ally, "It's--it's not---you just won't understand, okay? You won't get it and I can't--I don't want to fight with you."
There. Her voice sounded more definite than Giada could've hoped for, which was good, she was standing her ground. Of course, she still wasn't able to
look at Ally, but this was far better than she thought she could do. As angry as she was at her parents, as bitter about her situation as she was, Giada simply did not want to bring about more tears.
Ally couldn't decide whether or not to hurt or angry at the fact that she wouldn't share what was bugging her. Not to mention the fact that she couldn't help but get the feeling that Giada was angry with
her. Either way this was not the way she wanted to spend her day off.
"Alright then" she said standing. "I'll just leave you be then. Ring me whenever you are in a better mood." she said bitterly as she put on her coat.
Giada couldn't help but bite her lip. She was going to leave, good, that was good, that meant no fighting. But she'd caught Ally's tone, she knew she was upset with her, and Merlin, it was almost as bad as having her sister yell at her. She wiped at her eyes, twisting her mouth greatly before she finally looked her sister in the eyes.
"I went home today," she blurted, clenching her fists to get her hands to stop shaking, but she knew they wouldn't, "Do you want to guess what they told me, or should I explain it?"
Oh, goodness gracious, it had only been an hour ago so the memories were still fresh, and Giada knew she
shouldn't lash out at her sister, but she couldn't possibly help herself at the moment.
Ally was just about out the door when Giada spoke. Oh she went home. That couldn't of ended very well. Especially with her job all out in the open and all. Not that she minded it or anything, in fact she thought it was a pretty awesome job, but their parents on the other hand. She turned back around and sat down replacing her bitter attitude with a sympathic one. "Oh Gia... you know they have no sense in them. I'm sure they say some nasty stuff but I'm sure they mean no harm."
She could see her sister's hands shaking a bit. "Giada, come on. What did they say this time? They aren't that creative, there's not much else they can complain about."
"No--no
harm?" Giada sputtered, not comprehending her sister's words at all, "So---so they don't
mean to all but disown me because I won't marry Avery? Or some other idiot boy they think will---will keep their social circles tight, or--or--"
She let out a loud huff, throwing up her hands and turning around again. Of course she'd make it look like it was nothing,
she never had to deal with it, "See! See! I knew I couldn't talk to you about it!"
There had to be some way her sister could be sympathetic about it, Giada knew, but it wasn't going to change the fact that it was as if they were born to two entirely different families.
Ally could not believe what Giada was saying. Did she honestly think that their parents would disown her? They weren't that bad. They weren't at all like some of those other pureblood families running about. "And you think they actually mean that? When I started dating Sam they said they disown me if I married him but they came around to see what a great guy he is. And I'm still part of the family. So I really don't see what the big fuss is. They say stupid shit but they don't mean it. It's mum and dad. They just wouldn't do that."
Giada blinked a few times before shaking her head; did Ally really just---"Of
course they mean it, Ally I---"
She bit her tongue, forcing the tears back. Either her sister was being really mean or she really
didn't believe that their parents could be so two-face. Bethrothing Ally to anyone had never crossed their minds, but Giada had been forced down Avery's throat (sometimes
literally) since she was sixteen. Giada took a few deep breaths.
"I don't know how--how you've managed to live in a--in a bigger bubble than I have, but--but our parents do not---they---do not
treat us the same, Ally," okay, she couldn't stop the tears now and frantically swiped away at them, "You never had to go to those stupid parties and--and be harassed by those stupid boys, or...or
anything like that, so---so, you just--don't
tell me not to take it seriously because you got everything you bloody wanted and it's not
fair!"
Ally could not believe what she was hearing. "So you're going to be mad at me? Because they decided to arrange a marriage for you and not me? And how exactly is that my fault? All this just seems to be nothing but a bout of jealousy. I thought you got over this a long time ago. And those parties aren't horrible. I've been to a few and you know what, I wanted go to them more often but mum always insisted that you should go cause it was only fair because you didn't get to do all that much. You always got to go and wear those pretty dresses. There are loads of things I've wanted and never gotten. So don't take this out on me just because you got in a spat with mum and dad."
"Are you---are you CRAZY?" Giada let out loudly, running her hands through her hair just to throw them up again, "Are you---you---of
course I'm jealous of you and your--your perfect life!"
And if she were honest with herself, she'd been jealous for a long, long time. First with Sam, she'd been so mad even if it had just been a little crush, but she let that
slide because Ally was her sister and she wasn't supposed to be mad at her sister over things like that, and then---then and then---Giada crossed to her closet, flinging the door open and pulling out a dress her mother had owled over for a party that weekend, thinking that the golden fabric and the intricate beading would impress Giada enough to attend the event with her, as if she could be
bought.
"Here's your stupid dress, take it, then!" Giada shook it toward Ally, finally just throwing it to the ground, "I've got a million more if you want! Maybe you'll have some drunken idiot corner
you in a dark hallway, see what happens then!"
"I'm crazy? You're the one who's lost her mind!" she bent down and picked up the dress smoothing it out and laying it out on the bed because it was such a gorgeous dress and it didn't deserve to be throw on the floor but she didn't dare cross over to put it back in the closet. Ally was fuming. "Me and my perfect life? You are mad at me and my so called
perfect life? What the hell do want from me? To have a horrible life so you feel better about yourself? Fuck that Giada. I'm not going to apologize for being happy and you have no right to be mad at me about that."
Giada was so completely bewildered by Ally's retorts that she had begun to think that maybe--maybe
she was crazy. Maybe she was making all of this up, maybe all of the jealousy she'd kept locked away deep, deep within herself was finally making her lose her mind. She faltered as she watched Ally smooth out the dress, and realized that no; she wasn't crazy. Ally was the one that didn't care to notice their differences. They were both very bubbly, kind girls by nature, so it made sense that they would look for the best in people, to see the good side---it just seemed like Giada had come to the ugly conclusion first.
"Get out," she said softly, turning away, feeling far too horrible about it all to continue the fight.
"Fine." Ally said coldly turning around swiftly and walking out slamming the door behind her. This was not how she had planned her day. All she wanted to spend the day chatting with her sister and having
fun but no. How dare her. How dare her be mad at her. The whole situation was absolutely ridiculous. Fine. She could be that way. It didn't bother her any. Ally didn't need to be talking to some one who was jealous of her happiness.
