Violet Rose

Chapter 5

While dinner was in the oven, Loryn and I petted Aspen for a bit until we heard some meowing coming from underneath the couch. Loryn peeked underneath it and pulled out a very fluffy black cat.

"This is Lia. Lia say hi" She said, looking down at the feline.

Lia did not say hi, and instead attempted to wriggle herself out of Loryns arms, but Loryn held her tight and moved closer to me. By now, Aspen had jumped off of the couch.

"You can pet her. She might seem uncomfortable at first, but she will warm up to you" Loryn explained.

I gently patted Lia, looking into her deep brown cat eyes. She gave me a skeptical look and tried to wriggle out of Lortyn's arms again, but Loryn kept holding her and encouraged me to pet her more.

I petted her fluffy fur, and soon enough she stopped trying to escape from Loryn. I was unsure whether this was because she liked me, or because she realized she couldn't get away, but either way, she was calmer than she had initially been, which was good.

"She likes it when you scratch behind her ears," Loryn said gently.

I scratched behind Lia's ear's, and surprisingly enough, she began to purr softly.

"She likes you!" Loryn said with a smile.

"I'm gonna go check on the food. You can stay here and hang out with Lia for a minute" Loryn said, walking towards the kitchen.

"So, when will I find out what this mystery meal is?" I asked as I patted Lia softly.

"Well, it's done cooking - so soon enough" Loryn remarked as she pulled something out of the oven. Soon the air was filled with a cheesy smell that wafted into the living room.

Loryn walked over the table and put something onto it, being careful to shield my view.

"Ok, everything is ready. Come sit" Loryn said, pulling out my chair for me.

I got off the couch and Lia jumped off my lap, giving me a glare as I walked to the table as if to say 'how dare you get up human'.

"Thank you" I said as I sat down.

"Your welcome" she said as she got into her chair.

I surveyed the table. It was beautifully decorated, with candles lit in the middle and a tablecloth that was the same color as almost everything I'd seen in her apartment - teal. In the middle, there was a delicious-looking baked Lasagna.

"Ooh Lasagna! I love Lasagna - my grandmother used to make the best Lasagna" I said as I piled some onto my plate.

"Aww that's great! My grandparents and I never really got along - they were very conservative, and when I came out as bisexual when I was 15, they pretty much shunned me" Loryn explained.

"That's awful. I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were bi though. Not that it's an issue - I'm not one of those lesbians that has issues with dating bi people. I've always hated the girls who refuse to date bisexuals - it's always seemed kind of ridiculous to me" I replied.

"I'm not bi anymore, but at the time I thought I was. My grandparents didn't care that I liked men too, they just knew that I liked women and that was enough for them to treat me like that. My actual parents were supportive though. I have wonderful parents" Loryn stated, taking a sip of her wine.

"See, for me it's the opposite. My grandparents were very supportive, as surprising as that may seem. They went to pride parades, made signs, donated to LGBTQ and womens rights organizations...my parents on the other hand were not as great. My dad was supportive, but he always made us say the blessing and shit like that even though he knew what the bible claimed about gay people, and he had a very homophobic girlfriend who I begged him endlessly to break up with so that I would stop having to constantly hide myself whenever I was over at his place (my parent's are divorced, so I didn't have to see him as often). My mom pretended to be supportive, and maybe she was in her own way. But she would always make fun of me, encourage me to be pan or bi instead of lesbian, and when I tried to talk to her about supporting LGBTQ and equal rights organizations she would tell me to stop trying to be such a goody two shoes. She was also VERY transphobic - I could never introduce her to my trans friends. She would never respect anyone's pronouns unless they were she/her or he/him. She was clearly disgusted by the idea of two women being together, and she tried to hide her discomfort, but she never was good at hiding things. She was also very religious, and forced me to go to church every Sunday, where they told us about how wrong being gay was. I never got along with either of them, even before I came out when I was 13" I explained.