One Night [GirlxGirl]

IV

"For the sake of England and its moody weather, hurry the fuck up, Bec!" I hissed, when a gust of cold wind hit me.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep me warm.

The car window rolled down, "get in!"
"Holy fuck, I've been waiting for ages!" I snapped at Rebecca, after I closed the car door.
She flinched, "good morning to you too, princess. I hope the fact that your best friend called you early in the morning to go pick her up after a one night stand with her lover didn't bother you too much," she said sarcastically.
I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, "I'm sorry, I-"
"It's okay, I get it," she interrupted me, "buckle up."
The car started again and we drove off to mine.
"You smell like sex," she told me while waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
I grimaced and looked at the grey clouds covering the sky; some raindrops had already landed on the car window.
I felt a hand squeezing my shoulder reassuringly, and I turned around just to find Rebecca looking at me with a sympathetic expression.
"I just-"
"-don't know, right?" She finished off my sentence.
"Exactly."
"Who would? I mean, in this kind of situation, I don't think there would be people that actually would know what to do. Maybe- try to move on?"
"Moving on," there was a short silence, "do I look like one of those people that can actually move on?" I asked her, rethorically.
"No, you look like you're one of those sad girls that destroy themselves, but you can do it. I would help you-"
"Of course you would."
"-and you already know that I think you are beautiful, inside out."
I didn't say anything back, because when Rebecca answered you with this kind of sentences, you already knew she was done with the argument, so there was nothing left to do but turning on the radio.
"Where's The King?"
"In the small box near your feet."
I grabbed the box and the CD, then I put it in the stereo, and we began singing our hearts out.
"Is this what I think it is?"
"It is what it is," Rebecca shrugged as if it was nothing.
"You added one of my favourite songs to The King!" I exclaimed, grinning widely.
She turned towards me and sang, "'fell in love with a girl, fell in love once and almost completely! She's in love with the world, but sometimes these feelings can be so misleading!" while she headbanged.
"Come and kiss me by the riverside, yeah! Bobby says it's fine, he don't consider it cheating!"

It was around eight in the morning; I sat on the stool and rested my elbows on the marble counter, letting my eyes travel towards the huge window in the kitchen. It was raining- I'm never wrong-, the sky was dull, and the sea was rough.
"How do you feel?"
"Like shit."
Rebecca sighed and came up behind me to give me a hug.
I put my hands over hers where they were crossed on my chest, and told her I'd have gone to have a shower because I felt sticky. Her nose curled in disgust but she nodded anyway.

I put all of the clothes I had on in the clothes humper and I had a frisky cold shower.
When I was completly dried and well moisturized, I tied my hair up in a bun and wore some cotton sweatpants and a loose top.
I went downstairs just to find a plate full of pancakes and two glasses of fresh orange juice in the middle of the kitchen island.
I leaned over the counter to peck Rebecca's lips lightly; "good morning," I said shyly.
"Someone here likes showing affection," I blushed.
"Good morning, princess. How about having breakfast with some gluten and diary free pancakes?" Rebecca said, smiling broadly. She was almost the only one that knew all of those things I couldn't eat- more likely I didn't want to-, because of my diet, my lifestyle.
"Sure, let's go on the back patio."

"I still don't know what to think- or do."
"Do you think she will tell Harry or-"
"No!" I yelled, "Harry mustn't know!" I cut her off, with wide fearful eyes.
"Why?" Rebecca asked confused.
"So you're telling me you'd go tell one of your dearest friends 'hey, I fell for your sister and you don't know it but she's gay and we fucked!'" I said, sarcastically, twirling my index finger towards her.
"Even if you put it this way-"
"What?" I spat.
"Can you stop cutting me off? It gets annoying," I pursed my lips and looked down, sheepishly.
"I was saying- even if you put it in these terms, it's wrong not to tell him. I mean, I think you should. He would know anyways, sooner or later. You know, 'in vino veritas', right? You never know!"
"But what if he gets crossed at me?"
"You tell him she tried to pick up on you first."
"But he loves his sister-"
"So you do."

It felt like a cold sudden shower.
I froze for a moment, with wide eyes and lips slighty parted in surprise. What did Bec say?
'So you do.'
Did I hear well? Did she told me I love her? Did it look like I was in love with her?
Did I love her?
I felt nervous when she was around, a sort of sparkle in my chest when she looked at me, once I felt like puking while she was talking to me- she was really close, inches apart from me, and she smelled like fresh talco-, but I thought those were the effects of a typical crush.
I felt bothered by what Rebecca said, because I had never even thought about it. I had never felt love until then, so I didn't know how to recognise that feeling, and knowing I might love Julia was scary.
Not that I was scared of love, because love- people said- was a beautiful feeling; it makes you feel complete, it makes you feel less lonely and happier, it makes you feel all tingly inside, and your heart feels like exploding and sinking at the same time.
But all of this happened if the other person loved you back, right? Julia didn't love me, maybe she even pitied me because I desperately allowed a freaking one night stand with her.
I must have looked so stupid and desperate.
But did I love her?
I blinked slowly a couple of times to awake from my thoughts.
Rebecca was looking out towards the rough sea, a small pout on her lips.
"Do you think I love her?" I asked her suddenly.
Caught off guard, she jumped a bit and put a hand on her heart, "'the fuck, don't do that never again! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Do you think I love her?" I asked her again.
"You tell me."
I was ready to sink in my own thoughts again when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Becca said, standing up and leaving me sat alone.

A/N: Dears, I hope you liked the chapter! I've been feeling so hyped up lately, I have lots of things going on in my head and the majority of them are facts that may or may not happen during the story. Basically I have a couple of chapters already written and checked, but I won't post them, since school is going to start soon and I probably won't be able to write a lot, so I'll try to post them regurarly. If you enjoyed the chapter you're welcome to vote or comment!
All the love.