Emison: My Life Support

(1) Needing Someone

Emily's Pov:

I have a somewhat passion for art. The colors, the depth, the feeling I get when I touch the tip of my brush to a paper.
I've always felt like I was missing half of myself, like I was empty and missing a piece of my life that has the most passion in it. Love.
I've always been embarrassed about my sexuality. Like I was some kind of piece of the world that quite didn't fit in. I know that a lot of people are gay, but when I say it out loud I feel like hiding under a bed. Relationships aren't much in my life right now. I just focus on my friends and school.

I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota, in an artsy, small apartment. One bedroom, two bathrooms (one of the toilets is in the living room), and a kitchen that can only fit a dwarf. Although it sounds shitty, I find it cute and homey.

It was a Tuesday. I dread Tuesdays. It's like a Monday but one day ahead and your still counting all of the days of the week ahead. My art/English school is different than most because when we have big projects it's technically like school. We go to classes five days a week for three weeks until our big projects are finished.

I looked at my grunge yet so simple wrist watch. 7:45 am. Shit. Class started at 8:00 am and I rode my bike to the school. I grabbed my red flannel and put it over my shirt that said 'But First, Coffee' and ran out of my apartment door.

When I arrived it was 7:59 am. Just in time. I sat down in my seat while my teacher Mr. Holland was writing something on the chalk board (he liked old school.) I noticed that there were new faces in the class. As I was looking around Mr. Holland said, "Alright class, I know you may see some new faces in this class today and that is because we have invited the English wing of the school to join us for a project. Now this project is simple, your English partner is going to write a story that is going to be 100 pages long about what ever subject you like. I know this sounds hard for them but artists you will need to help them. You will be painting, drawing, or whatever you want and it must be outstanding! I am going to give you all 10 minutes to find a partner, and when you do I would like you to brain storm with them. Go!"

That was a lot of information to take in but I think I got it. My eyes were almost hunting. I slowly stood up. I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I turn around.
She was wearing black jeans with black combat boots, and a shirt that was a white v-neck. Her hair was in a messy, low pony tail. Her eyes were this pigmented blue that words couldn't describe.

"H-Hey I'm Alison. Would you like to be my partner?"

"Uh-uh" I was so in awe but I'm not even sure why. C'mon Emily you look like an idiot. Say something!
"I-I would love too." I say with a blushing smile. She smiled back.

"What's your name?" She giggles.

"Emily Fields." I say rolling my eyes at myself and laughing.

"Well Emily, how about we ditch this place and I will take you somewhere I can always think. It will help us with the project." She laughs.

My heart, what was wrong with it? It was beating so hard. It was full of some feeling that I can't describe. When she said my name. When she smiled. I just met this girl. Woah.

"Yeah," I say smiling. "let's do it. But we are taking your car because I used my bike." I say giggling. She hooks her arm on mine as we walked out of the classroom.

[...]

We arrived somewhere, in the middle of nowhere. I see trees around me. So much green. The specks of light breaking through the holes that the leaves have formed. I look over at Alison, she had these black sunglasses on, she was putting on red lipstick. She smiled when she was done and looked at me and said, "Let's go, Em." I smiled back and tried not to melt right then and there. She just gave me a nick name and I've only known her for like an hour. But I liked it. Em.
We got out of her red convertible in the middle of a forest of some sort.
She shut her door. Leaning down to her rear view and puckering her lips. She looked up at me and smiled.
I was so stuck in her eyes. But I managed to smile back. She came over by my side of the car and walked with me. We were walking to what I think was a bridge. It was a cute bridge, with a bench across from it.

When we crossed the bridge, I thought that we were going to sit down on the bench, but no. She grabbed my hand.

She touched my hand.

I felt shivers crawling down my spine.

Why did I get so jittery around her?

"This way." She smiled.

She lead me to this rock. It was perfectly formed into a love seat.

"How did you find this place?" I said in awe.

"Well Emily, this is the kissing rock." She giggles. "I come here and stare at the lake right over there when I need to think, or not even think at all."

"This place is amazing."

"Yeah I thought so too." She smiled while looking down.

We sat down on the rock. Staring. Letting our thoughts drown us. Finally she said, "Before we start this project, I would like to know more about you."

"Well, I can be quiet, but I can be very compassionate. Well at least that is what my friends tell me." I said.
She smiled when I said compassionate. I smiled back and started again, "and I'm -" I paused wondering if I should tell Alison. I might scare her off.
"And your what Em?"
"Gay" I blurted out louder than I thought.

"Oh" she said, smiling. She smiled.

Was she gay? I hope. Wait what? Emily keep it together.

"How about you? I would like to know more about you."

"I am gay as well. And I love writing. Writing is all I want to do when I graduate from college. My dream is to sell a best selling novel." She said. Her face lit up talking about her passion. "I just wish I had someone to be by my side, you know, until I get there."

"Yeah I can understand that." I said staring at those gorgeous lips. When I looked up, our eyes met. Like they clicked, you can say. She reached out and put her hand on my face.

My heart was pounding out of my chest.

She gently leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips. She held her lips there for awhile, enjoying the moment, as I. When she pulled away it's like my lips were pulling for hers to come back.
She put her forehead on mine, staring into my eyes. I was already lost in hers.
"Listen Emily, I really like you. And I know that sounds crazy, but it feels like we just have this connection. Whenever I look at you, I feel something inside of me that feels right. I totally understand if you don't feel the same-"

"I do." I say smirking and kissing her again.

She smiled and put her bottom lip between her teeth and said, "That was my first kiss with a girl."
I was so surprised because she is so beautiful. Her personality is so amazing and I would've thought that she has already dated or kissed a girl before.

"I am glad it could be me." I said smiling.

"Me too." She said looking down.

[...]

We walked over to her car, hand in hand. For once, I wasn't ashamed of my sexuality. She made me feel . . . different.

"You coming to my place." She says smiling.

"Sounds wonderful to me." I say as our hand disconnect as we part ways to the sides of the car.

Today was wonderful, magical. I feel like this actually can work. We can work.