Lakshe had just gotten home from work, and she collapsed on the couch. "Tiiiiraaaaaa." She whines, calling for her girlfriend of almost 3 months. She whines softly, when she doesn't hear a reply. Suddenly, her phone rings and she answers it quickly.
"Max?! Oh my gosh, it's been forever!" Lakshe squeals lightly, grinning.
A couple of hours later, Tira opens the door, and Lakshe was still chatting away with Max, happily. Tira felt this bubbling pit in her stomach, something along the lines of "She shouldn't be talking to him..."
Lakshe quickly hangs up, smiling at Tira. "Babe!" She grins and hugs her tightly. "How was your day?"
Tira quickly mumbles something, shaking her head. "Max? Really? I thought we were beyond this."
Lakshe's smile falters. "What do you mean? Max and I were going to go see some college debates together. You know...because we're FRIENDS." She says softly.
"Well, I don't like it. And you know that." Tira all but snaps. She couldn't believe she was doing this, snapping at her girlfriend, her everything.
Lakshe rolls back her shoulders. "No, I didn't. And I'm allowed to hang out with people- you hang out with Sophie and Isabella all the time, and I don't get mad." She says quietly back. "Look, Tira, I don't want to fight. I'm just going to go upstairs." She says curtly and heads upstairs, changing out of her clothes.
Tira groans softly, running a hand through her hair. "Lakshe! C'mon, we're supposed to work through this..." She slumps on the chair.
{A LITTLE WHILE LATER, WHILE LAKSHE WAS AT THE DEBATE}
Tira hurries to get everything ready for Lakshe, when she gets back. She had been cooking a lot...unsuccessfully. So she called Maya, one of their best friends to come help, since she was a fantastic cook, and their number one fan, always. Tira thanks Maya quickly, and gets dressed. Lakshe was to be home at any moment.
Lakshe was laughing harder than she had in a while and she waves to Max as he leaves, making plans for the next debate. She walks in, and gasps softly, looking around. "Oh my god, Tira?" She asks softly.
Tira whips around. "H-Hey, I just- I wanted to show you how-"
Lakshe runs over to her, hugging her tightly. "I know."
Tira sighs. "Good. I love you, you know."
"Yeah. I love you too, you goofball." Lakshe giggles. "Even though you get jealous easily."
"Well you're perfect, how can I NOT get jealous? It just scares me, thinking you'll finally see that you deserve better and-"
"Shh." Lakshe mumbles, kissing her softly. "Shut up. I do not deserve any better than you. You are my everything, and I would want nothing more. Don't ever think that." She says softly.
Tira nods softly, motioning to the food. "Eat? Maya made it."
"Then hell yes, I would eat anything that Maya made." Lakshe grins.
So the two girls had their food, ending, ultimately, in a food fight, and laughs. Tira's jealously was forgotten with that one night.
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HEY Y'ALL, LAKSHE HERE. I hope that wasn't as bad as it sounded to me lmao. uM i hope you liked that, i had fun writing it.
