Love Disorder (Lesbian, Girlxgirl)

Chapter 12. Deeper

Chapter 12. Deeper

It has been a week after I've discovered about Blaze and Uno's separate identities. During those days, Uno hasn't shown herself yet. I was more than happy to keep it that way. I didn't want to play any favorites, but I wasn't sure how to deal with Uno's crabbiness. I might say or do something to upset her. Not having her around was best for now.

I was seated on the living room couch, skimming through the newest magazine. Blaze was across from me, smiling at something from her laptop. She would burst out laughing from time to time or point at the screen and mumble something under her breath. I glanced from my magazine to her. It felt like the right time to discuss things.

"I think we should take this seriously," I said.

"I do take our relationship seriously. You're number one in my heart baby." She ducked as a pillow came flying her way. Blaze loved to tease me, and I loved to show how much I liked it by throwing something at her when I had the chance.

"Someone's moody today," she said, placing her laptop on the sofa. "Okay, I'm all ears." As much as she liked to joke around, Blaze was a good listener too. I learned that as she forced me to talk about myself the other night. She ate popcorn while she listened to my story about being adopted at a young age, and having no other known relatives except for mom and what Carter offered me with his.

"I'm not talking about relationships. I'm referring to your career, genius."

"Why thank you very much. Except you should probably tell the genius part to Uno. She'd love to hear that. I'm the artist, and she's the scholar."

"Are you taking me seriously or not?" I threatened to throw the other pillow next to me.

"I am. What about my career do you want to talk about?"

I've run this through my head a couple of times in the last few days. I was ready when she asked. "I've been thinking about your next project," I said. "From what I've researched, the last movie you made was shown four months ago before mom died. Did she mention your career move? I'm also concerned about my role as your manager. I'd like to know what my responsibilities are."

"Oh. That." She crossed her legs. "I don't have any projects in store yet. Before manager passed away, she was thinking of improvement."

"What do you mean exactly?"

"Hmmm. Maybe I should give you a rundown first." She stood and stretched before plopping back on her seat. It gave me a good view of her well-toned stomach. She didn't need any improvements there, I thought appreciatively. "What are you staring at?" she asked.

I glanced at the magazine. "Nothing. Give me the rundown please."

"Oh yeah, I've almost forgotten. You see in the land of show business, people think that when you get an Academy Award, you're automatically on top." She shook her head. "But that's not it. In the inner circle of actors and actresses, aside from awards and fortune, we have a popularity status check. Right now in my age division, Bianca is the most popular, putting me in second place."

"And how do you know that? Blogs? Surveys? Critics? What?"

"You'll know when you know. They'll throw a party for you. They've been throwing a party for Bianca for years."

"They? Brangelina? Ellen and Portia? Give me the bigger picture here."

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just receive the invitation from your mom. She gets it through mail I guess. I rarely have something delivered here." At her mention, a memory jogged in my head. Mom always received some sort of package when she was alive. She'd always say that it was work-related, so I didn't bother to ask. I wasn't the biggest snoop. My best friend was.