Lesbian ✱ l.h

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simone took off her shoes and held them hand in hand with her purse. she walked down the hallway and opened her suite door. he feet were aching, her emotions confused, and more than anything she needed a fucking drink. she let go of her shoes and purse as soon as she entered and let her body fall onto the couch. she let out a relieved sigh and closed her eyes momentarily. she needed to figure her shit out. figure out how she felt, after today especially and she needed to figure out if she really wanted this how would krista handle it. she stood up and walked into her kitchen. she remembered that luke had left his number on a paper and she had shoved it somewhere in one of her kitchen drawers. she rummaged through each one until she found it. the edges of the paper were a bit crumpled since simone had put it in there carelessly. she pulled her phone out her pocket and opened up the green phone icon. the digits looked back at her as if they were daring her to call him. but if she called him what would they talk about? or what would happen then? she couldn't just leave krista for some guy, mostly because she had gone around blabbing her big mouth that she strictly liked girls now how would it look like on her part. and now was she bisexual? simone shrugged going out on a limb and typing his number in. when the familiar ring sounded the nervousness was now creeping up on her.

she fingered the hem of her jacket and on the first ring luke picked up. she was quite surprised at how fast it was but happy at the same time.

"hello?" his voice said on the other line.

"hi. . . " simone dragged out.

"simone?" luke asked in a question type way. she could practically see him with that stupid cute smile on his face and the way his stupid eyebrows are now scrunching up together. his cute eyebrows.

"yea, um you left your number that one day you know and i just called you because i mean why not." she replied rambling a bit. simone had a tendency to ramble a lot when she became nervous. she stood up and started walking around her house. there is absolutely no reason as to why she does that but it was just one of those things.

"you calling me to have you a moaning mess again."

"oh shut up that is not why im calling you at all." she replied rolling her eyes even though she knew he couldn't see her. why was she calling him for? oh right because she liked him and she wants him to wife her up but that's too blunt to say and too early on in whatever this might lead to.

"then enlighten me, why are you calling me? i thought you were strictly into girls."

"i can call you to talk and not be into you." she scoffed now admiring herself in her bathroom mirror.

"you're right." he responded.
"how about we talk over dinner?"

simone was now laying on her bed twisted up in her covers. her eyes widened and she bit her lip. this was just a harmless friendly date. but since when did they become friends. simone thought about it some more and agreed. why not? just harmless dinner and talking.

"cool, tonight at nine. i'll pick you up." he responded then the line went dead. simone didn't want to admit that she was excited but she was. her lips found themselves smiling at the thought that she had a date with luke. she rushed to her bathroom and turned on the water so she could get her bath running. she put some bubbles inside and a bath bomb inside. soon the colored ball diffused and the petals floated on the water. she out her hair in a quick top knot and got in. the very hot water pricked at her skin but she liked it. she liked hot baths and hot showers. the way they loosened up her muscles and relaxed her. she loved how this was her quite time to think and evaluate the events of her day. it was like a little therapy session. simone turned on some music from her phone and started singing a long. she felt like a little kid all over again, splashing around in the water during bath time. when she finished she got out and decided to start getting ready. it was already eight o' five and she wanted to look hot for this date yet casual. she wrapped the fluffy white blanket around her slim thick body and walked to her bedroom as the water trickled down her legs into the carpet. she dried herself off and tshirt dried her hair. her manicured hand pulled her closet door open and looked around. she decided on a soft beige colored crop top and some ripped jeans. she wore her black lace underwear and bra followed by her clothes.