The Shadows of Memory Lane (Book 2) [Gxg]

Chapter 10

Amia walked through the halls from one class to the other. She was oblivious to the happenings of the present. She was stuck in a moment that happened that morning. Linda. She seemed... different. She was friendly at first. And then... what had happened. Why had she suddenly been so aloof.

Secrets.

The girl had tonnes. She could see them hidden in the creases of purple and grey in her irises.

Her eyes.

Woah. Just woah. She'd never seen eyes as beautiful as Linda's. They were so... unique. Amia felt as if there were millions of unspoken words hanging in the air between them. Waiting to be uttered from either one of their lips. Linda was hiding something... and Amia couldn't help but feel it had something to do with her.

But why was she so held up on her? Why was Linda stuck on her mind? Why was she drawn to her? What did the bloody universe want?

When Linda had held her hand, during the photoshoot. Watching her with agony in her eyes, as Amia pretended to walk away... the abandonment might have been an act... but the pain. The pain in her eyes... was real. What had Linda been seeing... reliving? Amia had felt the sudden need to rush into her arms, pull her into an embrace and assure her that she wasn't going anywhere. But she obviously held back... come on! She'd met the damn girl that day. For all she knows, Linda could be a freaking serial killer!

She couldn't help but hold her hand though. There was a pull between. As if they were supposed to be friends for reasons unknown to Amia. She couldn't help but feel something as their skins came in to contact. A feeling of rightness. Meant to be. But one look into Linda's eyes and she knew that there was something wrong. The feelings weren't mutual. She'd ignored it for that moment and had continued to drag her towards their next destination.

Once classes had finished she was so relieved. She went and sat down under an oak tree, pulling out a book to read. She'd met other people as well. Those who went by the names Carly, Helen and Ally. They'd invited her to a party later that evening. She'd decided to go but she would read for an hour first to calm her mind down. To clear her unnecessary thoughts.

Once the hour was done she went to her dorm to change. She still hadn't met her roommate... and she was hoping to do so while she was sober but apparently that wasn't going to happen. She walked to her room and pulled on a black mid thigh-length dress. No sequins... very simple. It had a v-neck that was a little low. And though it ended mid thigh, the right side was pulled up a little higher, leaving a diagonal cut at the bottom. She forced her feet into some black heels. She put a silver belt on and some silver earrings. She put some eyeliner and red lipstick and she was done. She grabbed her purse and phone and headed out, calling her friends so that they could pick her up.

She danced until her feet were sore, and then she kicked off her heels and danced some more. She drank countless shots and forgot all her problems for once. The responsibility was off her shoulders for now. She wouldn't have to worry until college was over. She closed her eyes and moved to the beat, letting the music wash over her. She twirled around with her friends occasionally pulling one of them into a slow dance and stepping over their feet due to her drunken state. She had fun. With her worries drowned in alcohol and her mind drowned in music she was free.

"Hey," she heard a boy say over the music, "Wanna dance," he asked, smirking.

She smirked back, "No thank you, I have a boyfriend."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Oh but he's right here," she said giggling and pointing to the can in my hand.

He walked away after throwing a look at her. He looked at her like she as the weirdest creature he's ever seen. He wasn't that bad looking to be honest. Blonde hair, brown eyes pretty obviously a jock. But he wasn't really her type. She didn't actually know what her type was. She'd never dated anyone before. Due to... complications and responsibilities.

Whatever. She finished the can in her hand. Bottoms up. And threw it into the nearest trashcan and continued dancing.

"I think that's enough for one night," Carly said, snatching the can that Amia was retrieving, "I'll drop you home, come on."

"Awwww but the night is still young."

Carly shook her head and smiled. She dragged Amia back to her car and dropped her off at her dorm.

Amia made her way to the elevator, her stance revealing her drowsiness. Once she reached her floor, she trudged to the door. She took out her keys and opened the lock.

She was about to meet her roommate. She stood up straight, took in a deep breath and sighed. She cleared her head and opened the door.

The sight she was met with was... surprising to say the least. She gazed with her mouth open as a girl... Linda?!... kissed another girl with black hair. The kiss wasn't long but it was shocking enough to pull her out of her drunken mirages.

Embarrassed that she'd ruined the moment, Amia mumbled a quick sorry and disappeared into her room.

She felt something unpleasant take over her internal self. As she pulled the duvet over her head. And rested her head on the soft pillow, face down. Hurt? Confusion? Disgust? No... not disgust. She had no problem with the lgbtq+ community... she'd had multiple friends who were a part of it. Then what was this green wave that washed over her when she witnessed Linda's lips meet another's. She had an idea of what it could be, but she pushed it out of the way and forced herself to sleep so she could escape these conceptions.

Linda looked at Amia as she walked into her room, with her head low. Linda sighed.

"Roomate?" Her focus was deviated back to Jimena.

"Yeah, I met her this morning but I didn't know that she was my roommate until now."

"Hmm," Jimena mumbled, leaning in closer to Linda and slowly climbing onto her lap, "I should leeeavee..." she dragged.

Linda got the point, "You don't really have to, ya know?"

Jimena smirked, "I'll take up the offer."

"Subtle," Linda chuckled, "Very subtle."

"At least I didn't ask you straight to your face," Jimena defended.

"I would have still said yes," Linda said and pulled her smiling lips onto hers.

Jimena caressed her face gently, "You are so adorable," she whispered.

Linda closed her eyes, enjoying Jimena's touch. The intimacy.

"And you are as hot as hell," Linda said, quietly.

Jimena blushed. And cupped Linda's face in her hands, pulling her lips on to hers, kissing her slowly and passionately, her legs straddling Linda's, and Linda's hands on her legs. Her hands traveled up to Jimena's hips and she pulled her closer deepening the kiss. Jimena's lips felt like rose petals on her own, soft and red. She tasted like buttery popcorn. And she had the same scent as well. So welcome and inviting. Linda pulled back, panting. She looked into Jimena's eyes that were gazing back at her joyfully. She wasn't Hals... but she was Jime. And that was a good thing.

Finally... they got the long kiss that they'd been dying for. (And you guys got your damn description.)

Memory #10: Every time Haley and Linda kissed they felt different feelings. Sometimes blackholes. Sometimes supernovas. Sometimes how they imagined a flower would feel when it bloomed. They opened each other up, and transfused their souls into one. Their kisses always made them coalesce into a complete puzzle.