Lois's eyes meet mine in the mirror, narrowing just so. Her fingers are tapping the steering wheel delicately to the beat of the music—something by The 1975; "Robbers," maybe?
"What's up with you and Noah?" she asks, turning the volume down just a little.
"Nothing," I tell her.
"I'm not stupid," she says, rolling her eyes. "You two have been all giggly and secretive all fucking week, and you think I haven't noticed? Seriously, Steph, it's fine. Oh, and I'm pretty sure that whole age thing isn't a problem unless you have sex, and I don't think that will be happening any time soon. Or am I wrong? I don't really know how people react to stuff like that after—you know; what happened."
"There's a word for what happened, Lo: rape. It's not a bad word. I'm not gonna burst into tears or anything. It's been two months. I'm kinda okay, honestly."
"Really?"
"Yeah. And, um, to answer your question, we kissed once and we held hands in Ocello's."
"Wait, holding hands was what got you all giddy?"
"It was really intense hand-holding."
She snorts and turns the radio volume back up.
a/n: i haven't proofread this so whoops.
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
