Cradle Will Rock (Part 2)

***PLEASE READ:  charlieco and I have written this as a collaboration.  This is Part 2 -- the conclusion.  I stongly suggest that you read Part 1 -- the part she wrote -- first.  You will find that on her 'works' page.  Below is the link, however, you may also click on her picture above.  We hope you enjoy ;-D

http://www.wattpad.com/31508630-cradle-will-rock-part-1?d=ud

"El! El! Open the damn door!" Right hand formed into a tight fist, she pounded on the door while occasionally ringing the bell with the thumb on her left. In that moment, she didn't much care that she was behaving much like a lunatic. She needed, desperately needed to see her, to talk to her, to touch her, kiss those soft lips again...

Summer Fordwell wasn't just head over heels. She was madly in love with the woman who refused to open the damn door. Not madly enough to leave her eighty voice messages per day and/or to boil a rabbit in her kitchen ala Fatal Attraction, but Summer was just crazy enough to risk breaking the doorbell.

Heart pounding within her chest, she finally stopped, forehead soon pressed to the door with her eyes shut in a vain effort to keep the tears at bay. "I know you're home," she spoke in a quieter voice. "Please...will you please just talk to me, baby?" Summer carefully listened, yet was greeted with mere silence. "Ellen...I miss you. I miss you so fucking much it literally hurts. Come on. I drove two hours. Give me a few minutes of your time." While several tears escaped down bronzed cheeks, delicate fingers traced random patterns on the door. "You consume my thoughts, my dreams...I'm a wreck. Aren't you? Isn't there any part of you that misses me too?"

While further tears fell, she thought back to when it all started two months ago when she and her friend visited during Thanksgiving. Meeting at the age of eight, Summer Fordwell and Winter Cunningham (learning each other's first name being the initial draw) had been joined at the hip since. So, when Winter chose to return home, she brought her best friend along with her. Disowned by her family upon coming out to them, Summer was more than delighted to reside at the Cunningham household over the holiday, a place she was quite familiar and comfortable with.

The evening after Thanksgiving found Ellen and Summer making a plan to watch a couple of movies while scarfing down the delicious and loaded turkey sandwiches Ellen put together. Her boyfriend residing in the next town over, Winter went out on a date with him, which she mentioned before leaving would switch into an overnight. So, quite nervously, Summer looked forward to the opportunity to spend the whole evening alone with the woman she had some sort of affection for from an early age.

When she was eight, Mrs. Cunningham was the coolest mom ever, as she could bake every cookie known to man, and she was awesome at playing video games.

When she was eleven, it occurred to her that Mrs. Cunningham smelled so good whenever she walked passed or sat nearby. She sported a really pretty smile too.

When she was thirteen, Summer figured out that she was solely attracted to the fairer sex. However, none of the girls at her school could hold a candle to her best friend's mother. Mrs. Cunningham with the most beautiful sapphire eyes, shiny chestnut locks and shapely legs that went on for days. The briefest hug from her would leave Summer smiling for hours.

When she was fifteen, although aware that she was young, Summer was one-hundred percent certain that she had fallen in love. Each time she spotted Mr. Cunningham kissing his wife on the lips, she either wanted to burst into tears or smack him.