Love Disorder (Lesbian, Girlxgirl)

Chapter 4. Denials

Chapter 4. Denials

It was just like a movie. Uno, the dashing heroine from the story, was bravely holding on to the chandelier when its cords snapped. I could do nothing but watch as her laughter turned to screaming. Like all movies, however, the protagonist couldn't die. The fans would get mad. The audience would get sad. Such was the faith of Uno as she fell on the oversized cream sofa instead of the floor.

"Owww." She groaned. The chandelier was on top of her. I dashed to her side and assessed the damages. Some of the crystals were broken, but didn't pierce her skin. She was lucky she didn't die. She was lucky that I was used to giving Carter piggy back rides in high school. Don't ask. We were weird that way. But those piggy back rides made me stronger, though I was on the skinny side.

"We need to get this off you," I said. She listened to me whilst pinned underneath. She had no choice. "I'll try to lift while you wiggle your way out. That good?" She nodded. "One, two. Unggh!" Uno rolled off the sofa as I hoisted one side of the chandelier. My muscles screamed due to the heavy weight. I let it drop on the sofa when I was sure that she was safe.

I turned to my companion wearily. "That was absolutely awesome!" she yelled. Really?! That was her reaction to almost dying? She waved her hands in the air, unintentionally dusting the smaller pieces of broken glass from her. The nicks and cuts on her arms called my attention. I couldn't care less if she told me earlier that I should mind my own business. I grabbed her hand without a second thought and dragged her to the kitchen.

"What were you doing?" I said, opening the faucet. Water ran down her arms. She was silent as I squeezed soap from the dispenser and gently lathered her skin with it. "You could have died. If mom was here, she'd seriously get pissed." I washed the soap away. She didn't flinch though it must have stung.

"Thank you Riri."

"So you're back to calling me by my name again, huh?" I took some tissue next to the sink and patted her arm dry. A little harder than I should. "Thought I was Strawberries from now on." I let go of her, crossing my arms in front of my chest to prove a point.

"Was I rude to you?" she asked with a frown.

"You were a jerk."

"I didn't mean to," she murmured. "It wasn't my fault." She planted a quick kiss on my cheek before I could move away. For a split-second, I forgot that I was mad at her.

I couldn't sleep a wink that night. I tossed and turned, only to give up sometime at dawn. Why did Uno act that way? Why would she go from hot to cold, to hot again? I jumped out of the bed. It was still dark outside as I stared out my room's glass wall. There was a sliding door on the side. Probably not a good idea to use at the moment since I wasn't familiar with the grounds yet. I sighed. Something was nagging me more than Uno's hot and cold treatment, keeping me awake. I touched my cheek. Oh boy. What was wrong with me?

By six o'clock the next morning, I was already making my way to the kitchen. Uno said the breakfast had to be served at seven. Sleep deprived as I was, my determination to show her that being my guardian wasn't a mistake took higher priority. Do your best in everything Riri, my mom's voice echoed in my mind. She'd tell me that every chance she got, as if to prove her ancestors right for passing the surname to her.

Well if I was to stay in this house for a while and live with Ms. Lukewarm, a great nickname by the way for being hot and cold, might as well do a good job at it. And so I went to the kitchen with the purpose of whipping up the best breakfast she ever tasted. The pantry, which was accessed via another door inside the kitchen, was bigger than I thought. It was the size of a mini convenience store. Who did all the shopping for her before I got here? Mom maybe.