Stuck in the 50s (girlxgirl)

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"Fine! Fine! I'll sing for you!" Brooklyn sighed, exasperated.

"Yes!" I cheered victoriously. "And it only took, like five months!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh whatever. I'll sing for you after cheer practice."

"Why not now?" I pouted.

Brooklyn scoffed. "I'm not gonna sing in the middle of school, Carolina!"

"Fine..."

The bell rang and I said a quick goodbye before running off to class.

I took my seat next to Lillian and it was the first time in months that I could sit there without internally groaning.

"Hey, girl!" She said cheerfully.

"Someone is in a good mood."

Lillian grinned. "Zack Madison just asked me out!" She squealed.

"Really?" I gasped. "That's amazin'!"

Zack was a popular boy in our grade that Lillian had been crushin' on since third grade when he smashed a spider for her. I had cried and screamed at him for killin' the harmless creature.

"I'm so happy!" She exclaimed. "My first real boyfriend!" Then she turned to me. "So... Anyone special in your life." Her eyebrows wiggled.

I gulped and looked down. "No."

"I think there is!" She teased. "You're blushin'! There totally is! Who is he?"

"Uh..." I croaked. "Um, no one." I briefly cursed my small town and the mentality of everyone knowing everyone. It prevented me from usin' the 'you don't know him' excuse that I always saw in movies.

"Well fine." Lillian sniffed. "Don't tell me." She tossed a lock of red hair over her shoulder and shrugged. "I'll find out soon enough."

My face turned tomato red. "What? How!?"

She smirked. "Jeez. Try not to have a seizure I'm just kiddin'! But I hope you do tell me someday. I'm your best friend."

I looked at her with pleadin' eyes.

I hope I can tell you someday. I hope you don't hate me. I'm gay. I'm in love with Brooklyn. Please don't hate me.

That's what my mind was screamin' but I could never say it out loud.

The teacher walked in and we both turned to the board as they began to drone on about somethin' that I had no interest in.

When class was over Lillian walked to my locker with me. "I want to know who it is!" She whined.

"You couldn't go one class period without losin' your cool?" I teased playfully.

She groaned and looked down at her brown combat boots. "You aggravate me sometimes!"

I chuckled. "That's what I'm here for. But seriously, I don't like anyone."

"Then why did you blush?!"

"Because I always do that when someone is pryin'. You of all people know that."

Lillian huffed and crossed her arms but smiled. "Whatever, Miss. Uptight."

I shook my head at her. "Whatever, Miss. In-everyone-else's-business!"

She shrugged and giggled. "That's just who I am. Sorry bout it."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "See you at lunch, Lil."

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Cheer practice was normal. Lexie screamed at us as we did elaborate routines and coach Porterfield checked her Instagram multiple times. Lillian had scoffed and whispered to me that it wasn't like she had any followers.

Oh Lillian.

Lexie had been especially cruel. Lillian thought she was on her period. I thought somethin' had happened. But I was a bit more compassionate than Lillian when it came to human life.

Not that Lexie was exactly what you'd call empathetic.

"Now you can sing for me!" I squealed excitedly as I dragged Brooklyn by the hand into the empty locker room. After cheer I had waited until everyone else was gone. It had taken a lot to persuade Lillian to leave without me but eventually she reluctantly agreed. She had given me a look though, like she knew somethin' was up.

I sat on the bench and she stood in front of me. "Sing!"

"Okay, okay." She chuckled.

Then she opened her mouth and belted out the lyrics to Feeling Good by Nina Simone. (AN: This is one of my favorite songs of all time! I put the video at the top of this chapter!)

My jaw dropped.

She was amazin'.

She was stunnin'.

Her voice was smooth and sexy. It was like maple syrup being poured over a tall stack of buttery pancakes. It was like submergin' your whole body in a hot bath after a freezin' day. She sounded like one of those professional jazz singers from the twenties or thirties or forties or whatever era it was. If an angel sang, it would sound like this. I loved it. So much that I wanted to listen to it forever.

She continued the song and I continued to watch her, mesmerized.

When she finished it I clapped furiously. "That was amazin'!"

Brooklyn blushed. "I'm not that good."

"Yes you are!" I exclaimed. "You're like... Like... Emily Fitzgerald!"

She furrowed her brow. "Ella Fitzgerald?"

Normally I would be insanely embarrassed but I was too distracted by her wonderful singin' to care. "Whatever! The point is that was amazin'!"

"Thanks." She practically glowed with pride.

"Do you take lessons or somethin'?"

She shook her head. "Nope. I've just always had a knack for singing."

"It's more than a knack! It's like a superpower!"

"Oh yeah?" She chuckled. "Do I beat the evil villains by singing them to death?"

"No!" I cried seriously. "Just into submission."

We both cracked up.

She grabbed my hands and stared into my eyes. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." I smiled.

I leaned forward and we shared a little kiss.

If only we had heard the quiet gasp. If only we had seen the flash of unmistakable red hair.

An: DUN DUN DUNNNNNN! So someone saw them! Can you tell who? What'll happen? Will the person talk to them? Or tell someone else????? Hope you guys liked this chapter! Oh and I already have over 700 reads! CRAZY! Remember to share, comment and vote! I love you all!

- G. Schreiber