7 Minutes In Heaven

Tongue Tied.

It had been a month since the party that changed Jessica and I's lives forever, and for the better, I had hoped. The past month, for the most part, had been spent in janitorial closets, empty classrooms, behind closed doors and in back alleyways. You see, Jessica's parents are rich. I don't mean they have a little money put away, no.

No, I mean, "which car should we drive today?" rich. "Shall we take the horses for a ride after dinner?" rich. Trust fund rich. Health insurance rich. Fucking loaded. Which meant, they have a certain standard they hold themselves to. Which, also included being ashamed of your daughter for having a friend who's parents make under $50,000 a year, let alone dating said friend.

Her parents are also raging heterosexuals who were raised on blood money, so it's safe to assume they're also against gay marriage and any other basic right same-sex couples have managed to gain after hundreds of years of oppression.

So, here I am, closing the blinds on the windows in my room so no one looks in and happens to see Jessica Lincoln roughing it with her poor bestfriend who also happens to be her secret girlfriend who will often do very gay things in her presence.

As terrible as that sounds, nights like this are actually my favorite; nights when we can cuddle underneath my 50 thread count sheets and talk about how much we would die for each other without worrying about having to scramble apart when someone walks in on us.

I turned around, smiling at the beautiful girl on my bed. She was wrapped in one of my hoodies, the faded Joan Jett and the Blackhearts logo barely visible on her chest. She had the hood over her head, almost covering her hazel-like eyes and a light blush was tinting her cheekbones. "Why're you lookin' at me like that?" She asked, putting her sleeve-covered hands over her face self-consciously.

I stepped forward, a small thump sound as I landed on my knees beside her. "'Cause, I love you." I reached up to move her hands away from her face and placed a soft kiss on her nose. Her blush darkened. "Oh Nessa, you're such a romantic." She giggled, batting her eyelashes and cupping her hands together at the side of her head. I just rolled my eyes at her, a small grin on my face.

"You're a dork." I smiled, patting her on the head before getting up from the creaky box spring mattress I called my bed. "I'm the dork?" She gasped, sitting up against the headboard."You spend like a billion hours a week at the library!" She pointed out, a look on her face that said 'my girlfriend really is a loser.' but there was no malice behind it.

"Okay, and? Knowledge is power, my love." I looked up from the DVD player to stick my tongue out at her. I looked back at the disc I was sliding in, missing the way her eyes rolled but knowing they did. "What're we watching anyways?" She asked as I flopped down beside her, handing her the box of Mike and Ike's that was resting on the nightstand. "The gayest fucking film you've ever seen." I giggled as the menu for The Rocky Horror Picture Show popped up on my small TV screen. She snuggled into me, kissing my neck as the movie started.

I thought to myself, just for a moment, that I could really spend the rest of my life with this girl.

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Hey lolz

I wasn't planning on continuing this story any further but I got bored so here's another chapter :)