maybe when the time is right - ms. venable

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You and Elizabeth settle down on your bed and she hands you the plate, together with a fork.

-"Your hair grew out."-Elizabeth said.

-"Oh, yeah... It's been some time. You dyed yours?"

-"Yup! How does it look?"

-"Black looks awesome on you."

-"Thank you... Come on, try the cube. It tastes funny."

I do so and a weird expression writes itself on my face to the strange texture of what I was eating. It didn't specifically taste like anything... Or maybe like wet styrofoam. I eat most of it in one bite.

-"Okay so let me explain... Grays are the worker ants. Purples are you and I. Well Michael was too, and the rest as well. Guards are also there. Ms. Venable, Ms. Mead and The Fist are neither. At least that's what we've been told. Ms. Venable said to think of them as the Cooperative's face."

-"Who's 'The Fist'?"

-"That tall strong lady. Haven't you seen her around?"

-"Oh... I have. Very well actually. So how did you, Michael and Wilhemina even get here at first?"

-"Remember all the way back in, like, 8th grade when I got that ancestry dna kit?"

-"Yeah...?"

-"So we ended up sending a sample of mine, my mother's, father's and grandpa's saliva back to that lab... To find out more about our family tree. It came back after two months or so and there was really nothing spectacular they told me. Not until the apocalypse. I apparently have a special, or better said, a rare type of dna. Rare enough to be worth saving from the apocalypse."

-"Pfft, you?"

-"Hey!"

-"I'm kidding... So what about Michael?"

-"His family just payed the ridiculously expensive ticket."

-"Did Wilhemina create this place?"

-"What do you mean 'create'? No. She's the head of this outpost and there is a few more outposts that have different leaders. Somebody put her in that position. She had her ways I guess. Ways I don't know of."

-"Oh..."-I look at the floor with a thought of Wilhemina again. Elizabeth places her warm palms on my cheeks and turns my head up gently to connect our glances again;

-"Hey, (y/n). If Wilhemina didn't love you, do you think you would be able to get an opportunity as a purple now? Do you think you'd be allowed to eat at midnight whilst chatting with your friend?"

-"But she left me."

-"She had no choice."

-"You don't get it. She said she doesn't love me."

-"Are you serious? That woman is crazy in love with you. She brings your picture everywhere with her."

-"Really?"

-"Really. (Y/n) we are friends, and friends don't keep secrets so... I have to tell you me and Wilhemina planned out a setup for Michael. He wasn't contagious."

-"Damn Liz... I wouldn't wanna be your ex."

Elizabeth laughs in response and you start to catch up on everything. You talked for long. For the whole night, until early morning hours;

Elizabeth started playing around with the candle and wax spills all over her glasses;

-"Ah, damn Liz!"-I say before quickly taking off her glasses and wiping away the wax with my sleeve before it hardens. I get a little closer to Elizabeth's face to put her glasses back in place. I smile and she still doesn't break away the eye contact, instead, she was closer and closer to my face. Until our lips met.

I forget all my troubles in the very moment. I even forget who I'm kissing. She lays her hands on my hips and I play with her dark hair. Our lips didn't separate for a single second. Not until the doors suddenly open;

-"(Y/n) I brought you-"-Wilhemina starts but before getting a chance to continue, she sees me and Elizabeth. I snap back to reality to see Wilhemina's lips spread in shock. She left the tray with my breakfast on the nightstand without saying a word. There was a paper with a lipstick print, placed under the plate, but before I knew it, she looked at me once again with her now watery eyes and grasped the little note. Wilhemina starts to walk towards the doors, on her way to leave. She wipes her eyes and lets out an unwanted sob;

-"I-I'm sorry for interrupting."

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