the other woman! - 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗿

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

DISCLAIMER: THERE WILL BE A MENTION OF AN HOMOPHOBIC SLUR THAT I WILL NOT HAVE WRITTEN ACTUALLY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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First kisses can be gross, dull, or embarrassing. Most of the time, it ends up being all of those things at once. It happens and you never speak of it again. Having the first kiss as a teenager or any age reveals the true reality of how life isn't like a movie fantasy. Whether or not, it was a good experience or not.

When growing up, Monica would love to watch old movies and yearned for a love like that in her life. The happily married couple that was obviously in love with each other was something Monica strived for during her days of elementary school and before. That period of her life was ruined, however, when her mother told her, "When you grow up, you'll soon find a man like that and get married." 

What she actually wanted was to find her own Morticia Addams rather than her Gomez Addams. It was one of the first moments that made Monica realize that she was different from the "norm."

Kissing Nancy was something she would dream about constantly but ultimately accepted that it wouldn't ever happen. Her choosing someone like Steve to date seal the deal for her despite how much it further killed her soul. So it was to her surprise to see her impossible dream finally come true. Like her birthday came early... or late since Monica didn't know time well anymore. That was the least of her problems. 

But like all dreams, sooner than later... you always have to wake up.

As Monica tries to kiss Nancy back, Nancy comes to her senses and pulls herself out of it. Her face was flush red and panted, realizing what she did. Did that just happen?

Monica was as speechless as Nancy was. Now she has it and it was as if her bullshit went all away. It didn't but that's what it felt like.

"I uh... I need to sleep. Long day." Nancy cleared her throat after her voice croaked.

"O-Okay..." Monica mumbles as she softly removes herself from her bed to sleep on the floor.

But Nancy grabbed her hand by instinct. "No... I mean... Can you come up here? I don't want to be alone."

"Okay. Do you... you want the light off?"

"On." 

Monica nodded before moving to the other empty side of the bed. Her gun was right next to her, in case of an emergency.

Nancy buried herself into her blanket, locking her inside. Monica looked over how terrified she was. "They can't get in here, you know that right?"

"We don't know that."

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November 12th was the next morning. A day before Monica's birthday. A true fact that was the last thing on her radar.

She was genuinely shocked by the fact she slept as well as she did last night from everything that happened. Besides the comfortable luxury of a well-made bed, the kiss was the icing on the cake in terms of a good rest. At most, Monica only expected her eyes to be closed shut for a few seconds, maybe minutes.

She was only awoken by the rustling of papers flipping through. Her messy black hair was up in a ponytail, out of her sleepy face. She groans as she rubs her eyes, sitting up. She then saw Nancy clearly up and reading into these textbooks.

"What are you doing? Do you sleep?"

Nancy quickly shook her head no while looking at the pages of the many books in front of her. "Everytime I close my eyes... I kept seeing that thing... feeding on that poor deer."