Catharsis - Luvlie

- 2 -

I'm gay and apparently this is my niche now.

"Callow," Vee read aloud, finally settling on a word from the dictionary which rested on her lap. Ollie had gone to make coffee for the pair, and Vee accompanied her, and was now sitting perched on the countertop, scanning through one of the dictionaries from Ollie's extensive collection. She had been searching for any word which seemed intriguing, and Ollie would give the blonde the meaning. She almost always knew it, and Vee secretly wanted to find one to stump the brunette, wanting to be the one to educate the girl on the meaning. Maybe then Ollie could have a positive connotation to learning a new word, instead of engraving the words into her own memory at Karl's house only hours after she had been kidnapped.

Maybe Vee could be a happy association.

"A lack of life experience," Ollie responded, as Vee admired how she paraphrased, never reading the exact definition. She wasn't some walking human computer, just genuinely intelligent. Vee always found that admirable, how effortlessly she could always be the smartest in the room.

"Like us," Vee chuckled, going back to scanning the pages, making mindless banter to fill the silence, "We're all supposed to go and face the world, but what do any of us know. We're barely eighteen, when I think about it, I've never actually done anything with my life."

Vee began to trail off at the end, enjoying the light heartedness of the previous conversation.

"I have plenty of life experience thank you very much," Ollie said matter-of-factly. "I was the one who was kidnapped, internet mafias gotta give me some life creds."

"Touche," Vee smiled, happy her 'thinking out loud' had seemingly gone unnoticed.

"And hey," Ollie said much softer, despite still facing the coffee pot, ripping the conversation of any stigma or heaviness, "You've done plenty, how many people have pulled a knife on their parents, yeah?"

Vee only laughed lightly at that, avoiding the topic all together as to avoid an existential crisis infront of her best friend, going back to the book in front of her.

"Pulchritudinous," the blonde hummed, fiddling with the ends of the sweater, smiling lightly as the other girl turned to face her, every part of her seemingly longing to hear another long ramble or rant from Ollie.

"You." Ollie smirked, leaning against the countertop parallel to where Vee sat smugly, the pot of coffee brewing behind her, the constant buzzing from the kettle providing a warm atmosphere. Domestic, almost.

"Pardon?" Vee chuckled, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, tilting her head up at the brunette across from her.

"It means 'beautiful', Vee," Ollie laughed, rolling her eyes as she turned around to check on the coffee, convinced the water boiling behind her and her proximity to it was the only reason she was warm.

"Flattery gets you nowhere, Ollie," Vee said, her eyes glued to the brunette across from her, mentally stuttering for only a second before finding her composure, allowing herself to resume flickering through to book in front of her.

"Macabre," Vee said slowly, speaking in syllables as they fumbled upon their own words, the dictionary providing little help for her poor pronunciation, however Ollie found it endearing.

"Long story short," Ollie chuckled, turning back to continue making both of them a pot of coffee, "Death. A lot of death."

"Well that's morbid," Vee said simply, flicking through the pages, subconsciously searching for something that would make the brunette girl laugh, or just smile. God, she was addicted to her smile. "That's much too fancy for something so morbid."

"Desiderium," Vee said, glancing up at the brunette who hesitated for the first time in this discussion.

Ollie turned back around, placing Vee's cup beside where the blonde sat so as to not let her accidentally burn her hands, suddenly hyper aware of how close she had pressed herself against the countertop her friend sat upon.

"Desire."

The two held eye contact for an uncomfortably long amount of time, yet neither could seem to pull away.

"Oh."

'Was that really all she could muster?' the blonde scolded herself.

"Oh."

Word Count- 678

And I think I might make this a short normal book instead of oneshots :)