Lesbian Drama Simulator | APPLEDASH

Best (Worst) Mistake

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I know Rainbow loves me before she tells me that night.

At first, when I'm a smidge younger and bounds and leaps more foolish, I tell myself it's in the way friends love each other. The same way she loves the rest of the girls.

But I've never been keen on lying to myself, and after one too many weirdly intimate staring contests, one too many nights being the last two awake, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to notice her studying my face like she ought to be studying her damn textbook— well, the truth becomes undeniable.

Undeniable, and terrifying as all get-out.

That time in the car, when I'd gone on about missing her, I was sure she'd say something. I was ready for her to say something! Just us, alone, with an easy way out should she react, ahem, poorly to what I'd have to say in reply.

That time would've made sense. But instead Dash says it here, and I'm staring at her shell-shocked, and her mouth's hanging open like she's tryna catch flies.

Damn it, I should say something. Anything.

"Y'all got awful timing, y'know that?"

I'm kicking myself before the words are even all the way out my mouth.

She puts the hinges back on her jaw and does a fish impression before managing a choked, "yeah."

I bring myself to my feet, the fancy non-galosh shoes Rarity lended me clacking against the gym floor.

I take her arm and pull her up too. "C'mon,"

She swallows hard. "Where— what—"

"Just follow me,"

I take her hand— I can't think about how fast her pulse is throbbing against my fingers, not right now— and pull her through the masses of sweaty teens grinding up on each other and dancing just like we did earlier tonight, like nothing in the world could bring us down.

I make a beeline to the gym's forgotten back door.

Letting go of her hand as soon as it's in reach, I push the door open and the night air pours in like a gush of cold water.

As the door thunks shut behind us, the racket from the gym gets snuffed out. It's a good deal quieter out here— but the pounding bass line of some overplayed pop song still reaches our ears.

I lean against the wall behind me and cross my arms with a sigh. Dash takes it as a cue to mirror me, leaning against the wall too. The shadows from a nearby dumpster pool on us both, shrouding us in the dark.

This is the hot-spot for folks who skip out on class to vape.Right in front is the parking lot, where the ol' family pick-up is sandwiched between a van and a limo. People went all out for this dance.

Realizing I'm looking everywhere other than Dash's face, I force my gaze to meet hers. She's already looking straight at me. Her eyes almost glow in the dark of the night.

Dash speaks. "...you gonna say something? Or did you just bring me out here to freeze my ass off?"

I feel myself frowning. "Why'd ya say it, Dash?"

Dash's head hits the brick wall behind her head with a soft thud. It musses up the back of her hair, leaving it wild and sprawling. "Say what? Go on, AJ, you're a big girl. Use your words."

Annoyance flares up in my chest. "You—" I stop myself short of saying something crass. This is what she wants. To distract me by pissing me off. Well, it ain't gonna work. "Ya said you loved me."