We went home in a taxi because after the cafe we walked around window shopping, we where in the taxi and mine and her hand were so close I could feel the warmth of her, our fingers played with each other's until I held her hand and kissed the back of it, she was the stronger one, she seemed like she could cope with anything life would throw at her , which sometimes I find hard to believe, I hear her crying sometimes in the bathroom, she thinks I'm asleep but I'm not it hurts to think I'm the only thing she has, but hopefully I'm the best thing she's had.
I feel her come back into bed, sometimes its silent, sometimes its talking and other times it's just wet pillow cases. I turn over to her and cuddle her, then I turn back over and put her hands round my front pulling her in tight to keep her warm, her cold hands send a shiver through my body but they warm up soon enough, its worse when I know she's upset because I have to make her feel better it's my job, I do it because I've never loved anyone more than I love her.
The next day we stayed in, we both liked different things that each other did, she liked it when I played guitar for her and I liked it when she read to me, we could sit for hours doing those two things, which is what we did, we wrote songs and read books and drank coffee and ate food, I love that we are more the kind of people that stay in and have nights in rather than going out to bars, we drank whiskey and wine and a little vodka but we never really went out, we just cuddled and watched and listening to each other. We went to bed early and lay cuddling and talking " I don't want to go to college anymore" she said with a sigh " it's a load of bullshit, I hate it so fucking much it's unreal" I looked at her and smiled kissing her forehead " stay for me? Please?" She looks into my eyes and sighs and nods, I smile lovingly and we kiss until the sunrises the next day.
I woke up and walked downstairs to the smell of a cooking breakfast, I walked into the kitchen and was met with a " good morning sleepy head" said in a very sarcastic tone, the one I fell in love with " good morning my love, what are you cooking on this lovely morning?" " pancakes!" I peer into the pan as I see a bubbly pancake nearly cooked. She brings over a plate and puts it in front of me with all my favourite topping on the pancake, chocolate and berries I smiled at the plate " you remembered!" " how could I forget?" I smiled and started shovelling in the pancake. She had to go out at lunch time to collect work from uni she said she left me something in the fridge I walked over to the fridge opening the door I was met with a homemade smoothie and a bowl of her special salad with a note " I'm not only a good kisser, I can cook too" I laugh to myself as I sit down to the lovely smoothie and Salad.
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You Are My One And Only.
Short StoryTwo girls who fall madly In love with each other an have to battle with the hardships that come with being in love and also being gay. Laura fell in love with beautiful Clarissa, but took her time in actually talking to her, but Clarissa speeds thin...