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there’s a lot of us, i think we’re all all right by ships_to_sail
Fandoms: Schitt's Creek
28 Jul 2020
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Summary
“I’m Stevie Budd,” she steps closer and Twyla catches the soft smell of baby powder, lavender, sweat and cut grass. It’s delicious, and for a split second Twyla wants to ask her how she smells so good after all that practice, but before she can, Stevie asks, “you can’t read, can you?”
And Twyla’s officially been found out. She presses her lips together and nods and it’s nothing, but it’s enough that Twyla doesn’t miss the ripple of noise that passes through the crowd of girls sitting on the ground, standing in the red dirt along the foul line. She doesn’t miss the way Stevie cuts the crowd a look, the way the noise seems to lessen slightly, but it doesn’t stop the tears from welling to the brims of her eyelids, her nose warm and itchy as she forces herself to stare at the ground.
“Hey, hey,” Stevie says, and she puts a hand on Twyla’s shoulder, it’s warm weight a welcome sensation to the cool flush Twyla feels, even in the midafternoon sun. “It’s alright. We just need to…” she trails off and starts to drag a finger down the list, making it about two-thirds of the way down before her finger stops on one of the lines of letters. “Here. This is you. ‘Twyla Sands’. You made it, you’re a Peach like me.”