"Morning, love." Linda leans against the kitchen door with one of my band t-shirts and a pair of boxers on, tea mug cupped between her hands.
I clutched my chest as she gave me a good fright to start off the morning. I looked down to see I was matching her outfit but shorts instead of plain knickers. I get up much to the dismay of my creaking body and pass her to grab some tea and a quick breakfast. The fragrance of her perfume still lingers from the night before and makes a dance for my nostrils. I pour some water from the kettle into a big mug and dunk two tea bags in it, weighing it down with a spoon for good measure.
"I had fun last night. We should do that more often." Her soft voice lingers in the air but her hand folds over mine like my old boyfriends used to do when we wanted to piss of our teachers. I look at her suspiciously and pop two pieces of toast in the toaster and throw the soggy tea bags in a bowl for later use, pouring some milk and crushing sugar cubes to make it palatable. It burns my tongue because it's still way too scalding to drink but I reflex my face so she doesn't see my inner mouth anguish.
"Look, I can't do it too often because my dealer has to get it from his dealer, and my dealer's dealer isn't very happy with them at the moment, and my dealer is starting to not be too chummy with me so-"
"No, not that. I don't care about that. Wait, you have a dealer? How much does he charge?"
"Linda!" I smack her arm in a feathery way.
"What?" She tucks hair behind her ear shrewdly but some of it falls back in her face adorably, and I remember I was the one that cut it just mere hours ago. I walk back over to the toaster and catch both pieces of toast just in time but having to play hot potato as Linda shakes her head and hands me a plate to set them on.
"By dealer she means friend, and buying means to steal it from his room when he's not there." Violet comes into the room and grabs an apple from our fruit bowl, washing it under the faucet.
"Thank you for telling her that." I mutter with sarcasm and dread as I spread butter on the pieces of toast also cracking open a can of beans. She gets close to my ear and snaps off a chunk of their apple, chewing annoyingly loud.
"Happy to be of help." She walks out into the living room but I quickly catch their arm and make her stop before slipping away.
"Why are you here?!" I snap softly, crossing my arms.
"Rory wanted me to stay the night.....so I did. You're not upset, are you? I know that I'm kind of a dick for dating her when you wanted her-"
"Vi, I'm over it now. Like I've said a million bloody times already, just don't moan too loud. I've got company y'know." Their face starts the beginnings of flustering awkwardness as her eyes go wide.
"Because you wanna be the one to make her moan and scream your name." She quips back, making my face fully red as a tomato soup.
"Shut up! I do not." I whisper as they skit-addle away back into Rory's room.
I grab the beans on toast and tea and make my way back into the living room, setting stuff down as I sit in front of the coffee table. I dig in to realize how starving I really was. My tea has cooled down to the point where I can drink it. Linda sits down next to me and plays with her thumbs unsure what to do. I hand her the other piece and she takes it with grace. The silence is decadent. I don't get it very often with having roommates that don't know how to be quiet when their partner shows up for a night of steamy bed fun.
"About last night....."
"Was it terrible? I know you don't like my music but if you could just give it a chance you might grow to like it. Maybe it was me, we don't have to hang out anymore if you don't want to-"
"Mo, it's *not* you or the music. I really liked last night because the music was fun and you are always a joy to be around. I wanted to talk to you about this now because I know my answer but I need to know what yours is gonna be." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts.
"I normally can't remember memories when I go into these moments but....Do you recall when we were taking hits and then there was that moment in between that lingered and then all that you could focus on was me? The way we were so close to each other and then, click?" Life flashes before my eyes as they play like a comic and it landed on that particular page. Sparks flew, I had been shot by Cupid's arrow.
"Ohmygodwekissed-" My hands pumped out sweat and my heart was part of the Tour de France. "You probably hate me, I'll just get out of your life if you can't stand seeing me. But I'm not queer, what is my mum gonna think of me is she finds out? What if my mates find out and I can't stop it? What if John finds out?! Can't breathe- can't-" My lungs were closing in on me and I began stressing. Then a hand rested on my shoulder.
"Maureen, it's going to be just fine. I went through the same thing when I was trying to figure myself out in college. Your mom doesn't have to know if you don't want her to, I'm sure everyone will accept you just like they did me, and John....I'll deal with him."
"But you hate me, don't you?-"
Lips collided with mine and tasted like peppermint bark. Her hand on my neck, my hands in her golden hair. My stomach never felt weirder.
"So what's it gonna be, Maureen?"
"I wanna give it a try."
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A/N: I know this one was kinda short but I just wanted you guys to get some closure before the story progresses. Short chapters aren't that bad, right? (Me saying that just to make myself feel better about not writing my normal amount of about 2k words per chapter) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little filler and I hope you have a good rest of your day/night.
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(John eating a sandwich is so cute to me and I don't know why, like he's literally just eating a sandwich lmao)
