The Beginning.

Chapter 6: Doofus

-September 14th, 1993-

"I'm not saying that!" Sam laughed, wiping a tear out of her eye.
"That is literally what you just said." Deena was hunched over giggling, barely able to get words out.
Sam playfully shoulder bumped Deena into the locker, only making them in more of a state.
Simon and Kate were stood there watching  them with a smile.
They both eventually calmed down and stared back at them.
"What?" Sam and Deena both asked at the same time, unaware.
Simon and Kate rolled their eyes with a smirk. The school bell rung.
It had been a whirlwind for the pair since the party. At first, Sam had been distant and timid toward Deena. Deena suspected it was about what happened in the car - she was right. Deena had been afraid of the silent treatment and gave Sam the same impression.
Before they knew it though, they were sat at the lunch table together, making conversation in the toilets and intentionally pairing up in every single class they had together.
Sam had even begun to hang out with Kate and Simon sometimes, even occasionally had a chat with Josh. It made Deena happy to see her open herself up to who she loved, even if her friends and her brother annoyed her.

Despite the new found closeness, they hadn't talked about what happened that night after the party. The tension still remained, and it grew with every encounter.

Last period was sport. Deena and Sam weren't in the same class for this, but today the groups paired up for a 'communal feel', according to the school.
All the girls swarmed around the changing room. Some gossiping in groups, some getting on with it as fast as they could without putting a boob on show, some just on their phones.
Deena and Sam naturally and inevitably ended up next to each other. They didn't think about the fact that they had to get undressed this close to each other though.
Through nervous smiles and meaningless yet meaningful small talk, the girls began to remove items of clothing.
They both tried so hard to keep their eyes either straight ahead of them or down at the floor, but it was too hard.
Every now and then, they'd both glance over at each other. Not even necessarily in a sexual way. It was the curiosity. The desire.
Deena thought it was the way that Sam pulled her T shirt over her head, tugging her honey hair and it falling messily over her face.
Sam thought it was the way Deena unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulling them over her ankles.
It felt as if no one else was in the room.
When they were both fully changed. They sat down beside each other, both took a breath and gave each other a look.
"Let's do this." Sam smiled and put out her hand for Deena to high five.
"Doofus." Deena laughed and tapped her hand enthusiastically.