This was not our plan.

ch 6: not angry at all

Fallon sat in the corner of the room as she watched Fiona laugh and giggle with a group of kids around her age. She smiled to herself, happy that her sister was able to have a good time and make some friends.

Meanwhile Fallons eyes kept glancing over to her coworker, who left the bathroom as soon as Fallon said it was appropriate to. Only for the younger woman to come out to see her eating a random woman's face in the opposite corner of the room.

As Cleo and mystery bitch pulled away, Fallon noticed how different their demeanors were. Mystery bitch was excited and smiling while Cleo looked like she wanted to down an entire bottle of whiskey.

Disturbing.

Fallon was buried in her thoughts when Cleo glanced over to her, causing the younger woman to quickly look away. That didn't stop the older woman from approaching her though.

"Still sittin here? Thought you'd come get some food by now." Cleo said, taking a seat on the ledge of the couch next to the younger woman.

Fallon shrugged. She was a bit pissed, but she wasn't quite sure why. The way the woman so hurridely tried to dismiss herself earlier when Fallon was clearly upset just to face fuck another person made Fallon feel.. weird.

But it's not like she had any right to feel weird or upset, Fallon and Cleo were nothing more than friends, coworkers at the very least.

"Didn't know you swung that way." Fallon said, keeping her eyes glued onto Fiona.

"Got a problem with it, Smith?" Cleo's tone grew a bit low, which caused Fallon to smirk and look at her.

"If I was running low on self esteem, maybe." Fallon responded. "But I'm not."

Cleo stared at Fallon for a moment while she processed what she was trying to tell her. When it finally clicked, Fallon found the look on Cleo's face extremely funny and cute.

"You like women?" A smile began to form on Cleo's face.

"Mhm. A raging lesbian." Fallon looked away as she smiled too.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Fallon asked, with a sigh caught in her throat. Cleo shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat.

"No. She's nobody important." Cleo muttered.

"Oh yeah?" Fallon smirked. "Is that why I just watched her almost choke on your tongue?"

Cleo almost choked on air as she thought of a response.

"So you were watching?" Cleo smirked as her and Fallon locked eyes. Fallon simply rolled her eyes and didn't respond.

"Wanna see something cool?" The older woman smiled as she looked at Fallons bored expression. Fallon simply shrugged as the older woman stood up and offered a hand to help her up.

Fallon held her hand and pulled herself up, quickly letting go. She followed the older woman to the second floor of the house, which was even more beautiful than the first.

It had very light blue walls and all of the different doors were painted with light pastel colors to match the vibe, they count ones down a hallway and reached the end. The door was painted dark blue, unlike all of the other door.

Cleo turned the knob and they both entered.

"This was my room as a teenager, obviously I was a bit.." Cleo's conversation was interrupted by Fallons loud cackling.

"Oh my god. Cleo Atwood was a emo, bratz doll kid? I should write an exposé on you." Fallon joked as she ran her hand over the typical emo girl poster hanging on the wall over Cleo's black cat themed bed.