Typical - A Lesbian Romance [NaNoWriMo 2013] // ON HOLD

Chapter Five

I expected everything between myself and Chelsea to be uncomfortably awkward after the few moments we shared in my bedroom. Through all of the experiences I had had in my young life that’s how situations such as those ended; the topic came up eventually and whoever brought it up had some outlandish idea of how to fix my supposed self-esteem issues. I didn’t need anyone to save me and I certainly wasn’t going to let anyone take a shot at it. I didn’t think I had any sort of problem with how I viewed myself because to me completely honest no eighteen year old female ever does. I just always thought it was part of the typical life I was living and I didn’t really want to try to change any of it. If I could deal with it that was all that mattered and it wasn’t anyone else’s business besides my own.

Chelsea for some reason seemed to feel the same way, or at least pretended she did for all of the time that I spent with her. She didn’t breathe a word about how upset I seemed and neither did I and for some reason we both seemed perfectly fine with that. It was like without any words we made an unspoken pact to make it through the rest of the night without any more unsightly bumps, which for the most part seemed to work. After I finally came out of my bedroom, Chelsea by my side, Wyatt was standing by my front door with a large smug smile on his lips, a brand new bowl of popcorn hugged to his chest. He wished us a good night with a soft wink and all three of us left. As Wyatt ran off up the still lit street Chelsea walked me over to rather beaten up black Ford pickup truck and after being a sweetheart and opening the door for me she helped me jump up into the vehicle; Her running boards were far higher off the ground than they needed to be but for her it was probably wasn’t a problem getting into the vehicle, I was at least 6 or 8 inches shorter than her at my five foot nothing height.

Now a couple hours after we arrived at the concert we were tugging back to where Chelsea’s truck was parked under the starry sky.  We were both holding our stomachs as we walked side by side because they simply ached from all the laughing we had done over the course of the show. I didn’t know what I had expected form the small name, hometown, band but it certainly wasn’t what we got. We both ended up being granted the pleasure of having lost just a little bit of our hearing thanks to whatever that band was supposed to be playing,  I couldn’t decide what it was but it certainly wasn’t music.

“ I’m sorry, but that concert was absolutely terrible” Chelsea laughed again and I couldn’t help but join in. Not only because her musical laugh made me happy as well but because she was absolutely right. That was the worst two hours of my life to say the least, Okay well no, it wasn’t the worst night of my lie since I was with Chelsea but that sound certainly was the worst thing my ears had eve had to listen to.

“ Oh my god it really was” I agreed. “ They said they were a pop punk band on the flyer but it was a lot more country than I think pop punk should ever be” I laughed. At least while we were suffered through that awful music, for only god knows why, we discovered that besides our mutual dislike for bad music we actually had a lot of things in common; like for example we both actually really enjoyed good pop punk music.

“ It wasn’t even pop punk at all it was like some weird mix between Metallica and, I don’t know, County maybe. They definitely had a couple beats from Skrillex thrown in there too with the occasional street sweeper sound effect” Chelsea joked and I swore I started laughing so hard I was practically in tears for the hundredth time that night. The entire time the band was playing Chelsea would crack joke after joke and she was actually incredibly funny. For some reason that light accent of hers made the punch lines even better.

Once I regained my breath I dragged my feet the last few feet towards the truck. “ I think I’m going to vomit if you make me laugh like that again Chelsea” I told her with a fake pout on my face.