A Train Ride Home

Train Ride Home (Lesbian Story)

This first chapter is from the viewpoint of Ryder, it may switch back to her view point throughout the story.

I leaned my head against the school gates. My mind was on one thing, Sonja. I was going to walk her to the train, and ride home. She thought she got off two stops before me, but it was really ten. It was worth sitting with her alone for a while. I wasn't in much of a rush, she was always being held up by some random school girls. I sat down on the concrete stairs, stretching my legs out as far as they went. After about twenty seconds of sitting my mind wandered to the same place it always goes, Sonja Hotefield.

God I love her, she was this perfect mix of elegant and rough, graceful and clumsy. Her blonde hair was always tied up in a ponytail, almost perfectly, yet long arches of golden unkempt hair still rebelled the hair tie. She was elegant, no makeup or handbags needed, her hazel eyes and unsure smile outshines all the teenage blemishes on her face.

She was pretty inactive, bothering only to run to the door separating her and the hallways. It didn't matter much though, her words were so unbelievably funny and blunt it made up for her unwillingness to play sports. I remember when a bulky Hispanic boy slid over to our table at lunch time, smirking, he said something like,

"Hey gurls, I'ma do you like my homework, slam you on my table and do you all night." which resulted in the quick and clever follow-up from Sonja,

" Shut the fuck up."

I remember how hard I laughed. I hope one day, I'll man up and tell her I'm gay and in love. But I really have no idea how she'll react. I can almost see her face either cracking or bursting into a smile.

"Ryder!"

The call of my name brought me back, in the distance Sonja was speed walking towards me. When I saw her in real life, doubt filled me again. How could she love me? A bulky but not fat girl with red-tipped hair, boyish and blunt, crazy and barely restrained, hopelessly and undeniably in love. If I asked her out, she'd do it out of pity, not love.

"Hey Sonj." I said, helping myself off the concrete stairs.

"What's wrong?" she looked at me, her eyes filled with concern, her head tilted just slightly to one side so that a golden lock fell over her ear.

Damn I thought, Why can she always see right through me?

"Nothing" I said, straitening up slightly and wiping a dissatisfied look off my face. Sonja stared even more intensly at me, she seemed to be more studying me then anything else.

"Ok then" she said hesitantly, "But whatever's up, I'll always love you, Ok?"

My heart skipped maybe six beats, then doubled it's tempo to make up for it. Did she just say she loves me? Did she mean to say that? Is that some type of figure of speech for, "Stop loving me, were just friends"?

"Aw shit, I think I just made you worse. I'm sorry did I say something?" Sonja looked embarssed, maybe even the slightest bit disappointed.

"No no no!" my state of unsure bliss was promptly invaded by panic.

"What you said... It's a good thing."

She smiled. I'm still unsure whether that was a smile of relief, acceptance or just being nice. All that mattered is that she had said she loved me, and we were walking together away from school. Me and her, side by side, going to the train home, and with each step I gained confidence

"I'll always love you...".