Ruby Red and Amelia Green Lesbian Story

Sixteen years and a lifetime

On Mel’s birthday two days later she had still not seen Ruby since her mother told her what had happened all those years ago. Not because she thought or felt any differently about Ruby but because an entirely new world had opened up before her and brand new questions were making themselves known. However she had to set it all aside for her sixteenth birthday party that had been planned for months. Ellie was coming. And Mel’s formal but kind maternal grandmother along with her father’s rather goofy (even though she was sure they were that way on purpose) parents. Also other friends from school and some cousins and other relatives were expected.  

She dressed in a new green dress and put up her newly henna treated and curled hair on her head and wore the lady boots and she tried to be happy and look forward to all the guests that would soon arrive. But it was hard. Her life seemed to be riding a roller-coaster lately and even though she was happy for many of the new things some of them only made her confused and  even a bit angry. And right now she felt like this party she was supposed to be the center of was not really for her but for the old Mel, the average Mel. The new Mel would only feel awkward and sort of trapped. But it was too late to do anything about it now. She would have to endure.

It turned out not to be so bad after all. Ellie never came but sent a card with another friend and her maternal grandmother had made her an emerald green, long, knitted cardigan after hearing about Mel’s new favorite color. The chocolate cake was delicious and the other presents were mostly things she had whished for to her new room or gorgeous flowers. And when everyone had eaten and talked and looked at Mel’s newly redecorated room and wished her a happy birthday for the fifth or seventeenth time they all with exception of all her grandparents went home. Mel was asked to come out to the garage and there she found a new spring mattress and another rolled up one to put atop it, both in the size of her four-poster bed. It was from all of them. Her parents Helen and John. Grandmother Agatha Minerva Jones and grandparents Jason and Martha Greenbergh and of course her little brother William.

She was suddenly so happy she danced in circles and even happier when they told her they would all help her carry it up to her room even if it meant it took all night getting all the heavy wooden parts of the bed up the stairs and fitted together.

It did not take all night but it took two hours and when it was done Mel could barely wait to try it, sleep in it. The drapes were still to be put up and there was nothing more in her room but the bed and all her flowers and presents but it was still better than expected. It was fabulous and incredible and wonderful and cool. And she could not wait to tell Ruby. But that would have to wait, her family insisted on eating more cake together before her father’s parents drove home and the rest of them went to bed.

In her new four poster that night Mel felt so happy that what she had set out to accomplish in changing her room and fixing the bed had been completed and that it all looked and felt so good. Happy to have a family that cared and wanted her best. But she also missed Ruby. She should have been here Mel thought. She should have been a part of this, and maybe even Ruby’s mom Jewel should have been a part of it. But Mel was doubtful that would ever be. Why was her mom so scared of Jewels discovery that she loved another woman? It was love after all and love never hurt anyone. And why would her mom think that Ruby would somehow be bad for Mel, Ruby was anything but bad, she was the best that had ever happened to Mel. Ruby would have loved the bed, would love the bed when Mel showed her photos of it. And somehow even though Mel did not know how right now Ruby would see the bed with her own eyes before the summer was over.