Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The car ride back to the penthouse was anything but quiet.

Abigail was in the passenger seat, still giggling over one of Megan's dramatic retellings of her teammate nearly breaking the backboard during practice. The energy between them was easy, electric with the kind of comfort that comes after a good day of sunshine, sweat, and a few too many jokes that probably should've stayed in the gym.

"You cannot tell me she tried to dunk off one foot," Abigail said between bursts of laughter, hand over her chest. "That woman had no business trying to defy physics like that!"

"I swear," Megan said, steering with one hand and wiping tears of laughter with the other. "The coach just stood there like he'd seen his retirement walk off the court."

They pulled up to the building, still laughing, their arms full of shopping bags and music gear. Abigail had her new keyboard slung over one shoulder, a set of pastel desk organizers under one arm, and a wide grin on her face. Megan juggled the new laptop box, a stack of notebooks, and the very large box containing the stylish but surprisingly heavy desk lamp Abigail had to have.

Inside the elevator, they kept cracking jokes and bumping into each other, the hallway echoing with the sound of carefree happiness. When the penthouse door opened, they slipped in mid-laughter, their cheeks still pink from the crisp city air.

Emma peeked her head up from the couch and smirked. "And what exactly was so funny?"

"Basketball injuries and backboard drama," Abigail said, setting the keyboard gently on the floor before leaning in to give Emma a quick kiss on the forehead. "Also, apparently Megan's a walking highlight reel."

Megan shrugged, grinning. "I have stories."

Ashley waved from the couch. "We had a rom-com marathon. You two missed at least two rain-soaked love confessions and one cheesy bakery proposal."

"Ugh, the classics," Megan said, setting down the lamp and shaking her head in mock disappointment.

"We'll catch the next one," Abigail said as she tugged Emma up gently by the hand. "But first... help me set up my office?"

Emma nodded, already curious. "Lead the way."

They made their way into the spare room that had been mostly empty—just a reading chair and a floor lamp before today. But now it was buzzing with potential. Abigail lit up as she unpacked her desk, pointing out where it would go, asking for input, then rearranging it twice before settling on a spot by the window where natural light could spill across the workspace.

Emma unboxed the whiteboard while Megan unwrapped the desk chair and handed Ashley a screwdriver to help with assembly.

"This is so you," Emma said, watching Abigail place her new journals and color-coded binders along a floating shelf. "Organized. Clean. But also lowkey dramatic with the moody lamp and the record player."

"It's called aesthetic," Abigail teased, brushing a kiss across her cheek. "Plus, I have to impress the ghosts of piano legends when I practice."

Ashley laughed as she wiped packing foam from the new guitar stand. "Speaking of practice, that guitar needs a name."

Abigail tilted her head. "Hmm. Maybe something cool. Like... Indigo?"

Emma gasped. "That's so cute."

Megan raised her hand. "I vote Indigo. It sounds like a mysterious singer-songwriter who only releases music at midnight."

They all nodded in agreement, and the room slowly came together—desk, keyboard, shelves, soft lighting, and a gentle buzz of possibility.

By the time the last box was broken down and the final sticky note pad was placed just right, Abigail flopped dramatically into her new chair.