𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

1 ~ Welcome To Adulthood

Ruth Rogers

"Happy fucking birthday, Ruthie!!!" Lavender squealed as she flung her arms around my neck to embrace me tightly. I stumbled back, giggling as I hold her waist tightly and sway side to side before she goes back and gives me the best view of her baby blues and pearly whites.

"What are you plans for today, babes? Estelle got anything special planned for her lover?" She smirks, grasping my hand and swinging them as we made our way down the busy school hall. I shake my head with a smile, looking down my vans as I take each step.

"Probably not... She's been a bit off recently, didn't even wish me a happy birthday this morning" I sighed, avoiding eye contact with my best friend. I feel her tense up and she guides me to the bathrooms to hide from the judgmental teenagers. She holds our hands together tightly and looks me in my eyes as I try to ignore her intense stare. She grabs my chin and forces me to look her in the eyes.

"What do you mean? Ruth, has something happened? Tell me" She pouted. I sighed before reluctantly explaining.

"She's been dryer than the fucking desert, leaving me on open, replying with short one-word answers and ignoring me at school. I feel like I've done something wrong, but it happened ever since we... You know" I raise my eyebrows and nod my head, trying to tell her without actually saying it. She nods slowly, processing what I've said before reaching her hand into my back pocket.

"Whaaattt are you doing??" I breathe out, only to realise as she pulls my phone out of my pocket. 

"Firstly, I'm straight and you know that, my bi-queen. Secondly, I'm going to steal her number and ring her" Lavender doesn't know Estelle very personally, so they never felt the need to give one another their numbers. I nod and watch her as her acrylics flow over the screen, pressing the call button making me tense up. Maybe this is a bad idea...

"Hello?" Estelle answered... I haven't heard her voice in fucking days...

"Hey, Estelle! It's Lavender, just wanted to ask how you're going and why you haven't wished your so-called girlfriend a happy 18th? What's with that??" Lav scoffed. I gulped as I heard Estelle sigh before answering.

"Look, Lavender, and Ruth. Yes, I know you're there too, I can feel the awkwardness radiating through the phone. I've been preoccupied with... other things. Ruth, meet me at our seat at first break, yeah? See ya" Beeping filled my ears as she hung up. Lavender sighed and handed me my phone and looked up at me with a pitiful look on her face.

"Fucking great... 18ths are suppose to be good, but I guess not for me..." I let out a breathless chuckle and look at the ground. Everyone knows what a 'private' discussion with your partner meant. Either they're pregnant, proposing, or breaking up with you.  She's obviously not pregnant since we're both females and she's a lesbian. She's not proposing, since she doesn't like marriage or engagement and we're 16... So that leaves the third option. Fucking great.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅 𝓉𝑜~𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

It's so fucking cold. My hand are numb and the tip of my nose is redder then fucking blood, and, of course, Estelle is no where to be seen. Delightful. I just want her to leave me so I can go back inside where its warm. Not at the seat where I experienced my first love.

The seat is situated outside of the hall with a big tree next to it, covering it from the sun. It's perfect really. I met Estelle here when I was 13, reading a book. We shared our first kiss here when we were 15 and confessed our love here when we were 16. What a sham...

The crunching of leaves pulls me out of my thoughts as I raise my head from my hands to see the angel I'm in love with, Estelle. Her hair in perfect crotchet braids in a high pony tail with a strand over her face. Her multicoloured hoodie contrasts with her dark skin so fucking well. Her lips look chapped, yet so soft and her eyes that once held love and lust, now hold guilt and sorrow.