Unexpected (lesbian story)

Home again

After that first day at Magic Kingdom, we made it to Epcot, Animal Kingdom, and Hollywood Studios. I got  a beautiful snow globe from the gift shop of our hotel, that played the tune to "A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes" from Cinderella. It was absolutely gorgeous. (The video at the top, is just what the snow globe looks and sounds like, if you were wondering) Although the trip was fantastic, it was exhausting. On the plane ride back, Angel fell asleep on my shoulder. I ended up falling asleep too. But not before looking at the view outside. Being in the sky at night, was amazing. Even though we were high up in the clouds, if I squinted, I could see the lights of the cities below us. And I just sat there and realized how lucky I was to have Angel. She was truly the best thing that's ever happened to me.  It's ironic that her name is Angel. Because that's exactly what she was. Something beautiful, innocent, and pure. Sent from somewhere, to help me. And that's what she did. She saved me. 

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When I awoke, it was dark. I was lying on something soft. A fluffy mattress. My mattress. My bed. I looked over to my right, and noticed I was alone. Weird. I would've thought that Angel would go back to sleeping with me again, since we did in Disney World. Maybe she was just tired. I had vague memories of leaving the airport with our luggage, and Angel insisting she'd drive home. I don't remember arriving home though. Angel must have carried me inside, and put me in bed.  I blinked a few times, my eyes still adjusting to the darkness. Even now, after we'd returned home and everything, I still couldn't believe I'd finally gone to Disney World. I made it. But- it hadn't been with my mother. My stomach gave a small lurch. As a young child, I had always wanted to go to Disney World with my mom. But with everything that happened with my father, my mother's new job, and her constant disappearances to business trip after business trip, I knew that it wasn't a possibility. It's a difficult thing to do, telling a child that you don't have time to take them to Disney World, let alone be with them at all. However, it's even more difficult to be the child who's told that. I spent my Christmas's alone. My birthdays too. My mother might stop home for a day or two to give me a present if I was lucky. Then, Juliet found out. It was the day before Christmas break started, and I was preparing to spend my third Christmas alone. So, I was young at the time. It wasn't all so bad. Just a year ago, my mother had gotten a huge raise, and as a big 'fuck you' to my dad, wherever he was, she bought us a huge ass house. And we were rolling in cash. Meaning, I had a queen size bed, a TV in my room, a hot tub downstairs, and pretty much anything else a kid could want. With access to all that, I spent my Christmas's warm in the hot tub, snuggled in my bed watching whatever Christmas movie was on TV, and cozy as could be. But still alone. And I was bitter about it. I had kept the fact that I had to be alone for the holidays to myself, the best I could. Unfortunately, that last day before break started, Juliet began going on and on about how amazing her Christmas was going to be, how many presents she thought she'd be getting, and the wonderful time she'd be having with her family. I snapped. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I know I yelled at her, and told her to go brag about her Christmas to someone else. I never forgot how she reacted to my outburst. Juliet simply pursed her lips, gave me a stern look, and said- "You know Violet, if you wanted to spend Christmas with my family and I, you could've just asked. I'll talk to my mother about it when I get home and call you tonight." I was shocked by her answer. I couldn't believe that she'd asked me to Christmas. No explanation required for my outburst. She just asked me like it was the most normal thing in the world. Sure enough, later that night, I received a call from Juliet's mother, asking if I had anyone to spend Christmas with. I told her no, and she said (whilst sobbing) that I was welcome at their house for Christmas whenever I liked. So I spent that Christmas at their house. And the one after that. And the one after that. And every Christmas since. Somehow I had a feeling that I wouldn't be spending this Christmas there. The night of prom, I had been convinced that Juliet was a self centered, stuck up, privileged brat. But I had been so angry, I had let myself forget everything she had done for me. The devoted friend she'd been to me. How she'd used up all her allowance to by me tons of birthday and Christmas gifts in 7th grade. Oh no. I shook myself back to reality, realizing that my eyes were swimming with tears. I'd let myself think about her too much again. I couldn't keep doing this to myself. Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I rolled onto my side, buried my face in my pillow, and tried to drift back to sleep.