The whole internet is blowing up about my coming out. People claim that I'm the new 'gay icon' in this generation, rumours surface of who I was dating in the past and some of them are right, Katherine's past girlfriends come up as well, picture of her clasping Jas' hand while looking at the ground surface to headlines. The late night TV hosts congratulate me on coming out, other people ask me for interviews seperate from the band, I decline a few, I'm already way too busy.
The week is hectic, we have photoshoot after photoshoot, wearing all different types of clothes and brands: Sophisticated Chanel dresses, Gucci jackets with their wild designs with Gucci belts holding up our Gucci pants, dramatic makeup, clothing that leaves nothing much to imagine. We sit through as many interviews that could be squeezed in during the week. From Vogue to small radio stations, all of the interviews find a way to come back to my sexuality.
Finally, the week is over and we catch our flight back home. We have the rest of May before our album is released to do more promo things and then our pop up gig in Melbourne, after all of that is finished we get a little time off before Splendour in the Grass.
The plane takes off and Alice clenches the seat handle and tightly closes her eyes.
"It's ok," I say, looking at her.
"What?" She opens an eye and sees me looking at her. "Oh, I'm still a nervous flyer, stupid right?"
"Not really." I grab her hand and give it a small squeeze.
"When did you realise you were gay?" She asks curiously.
I look around, the other girls are asleep and Josh has his headphones on, the security guards are talking to each other and the other people in first class are quite far away. It is only me left to distract Alice from flying, a tough job, but something my gay story can do easily.
"When I was around 9, I just thought I was weird how I thought that girls in my class were hot and I had crushes on a few. Then when I turn 12, I sort of realised and just wasn't really ready to deal with it. Along comes 17 and Nat, after that ordeal, I was 100% positive."
She shakes her head and laughs. "I can't believe you slept with your teacher."
I laugh. "Neither."
The air hostess walks past and smiles at me, I return it with a grin. Alice watches this with enthusiasm.
"She was checking you out!" Alice speculates.
"What? No, she wasn't." I deny truthfully.
"She totally was!"
"She wasn't." I say firmly, pulling down my sunglasses and getting out my book.
The air hostess walks past again and winks at me. She is about 28 with shoulder black hair. Alice kicks me and looks at me cheekily. I pull my glasses down to the bridge of my nose.
"She is just looking at me because of who I am, she looks straight."
"Oh, please. You look and act 100% straight." Yet again, the air hostess walks past. "Only one way to tell," Alice whispers to me. "Hi, could I please get a glass of water for my friend, Ange? She is looking to get her whistle wet."
"Actually." I look at Alice angrily. "That isn't necessary." I smile at the hostess.
"No, no. It really is, thank you - what is your name?" Alice persists.
"Alexander." She answers in an extremely smoky voice. She walks off to get my water.
"Fucking hell, Al," I mutter.
"What? I'm supporting you to have an orgasm. That is friendship goals."
"I legit got laid two nights ago, but thank you for your concern." I laugh and watch Alexander walk back to us with a glass of water in hand.
Alexander puts it down on the table and smiles at, Alice nudges the glass discreetly and it falls into my lap, soaking my pants all the way through.
"For fucksake, Alice," I say madly.
"I'm so, so sorry, Angie." She says fake apologising, but smiling at me mischievously.
"Oh, God." Alexander says a little flustered. She grabs a napkin and starts patting my pants where they are wet. "Do you want to come into the bathroom and I'll fix it up?"
"Sure." I say and get up, following Alexander to the bathroom. Alice winks at me as I turn around and glare at her for getting me into this.
"You're from The Cartographers, right?" Alexander asks, holding open the bathroom door.
"Yeah." I step into the bathroom and she closes the door behind me.
"Are you Ange?"
"Yeah."
"Don't say much do you?" She says smiling as she grabs paper towel and hands it to me.
"Sorry, I talk a lot when doing press and stuff, I'm just taking a rest. I also don't like to talk in front of pretty girls either, in case I say something stupid." She blushes at me. "Hey, I think I need to take my pants off and put them under the hand dryer." I start to pull them off and she turns away to give me privacy. "You can look, I mean, I pretty much posed nude for vogue last year."
"I wouldn't really know, I only know who you are because we were briefed you were going to be on the flight. I know The Cartographers though, I don't follow you like a fan though." She turns around shyly and gives me legs a quick glance, biting down on her lip for a second.
"Do you have a hand dryer?" I ask, holding out my pants to her.
"No, but there is a hot spot I can put-"
The plane hits a bump of turbulence and Alexander falls into me.
"I'm sor-" She begins.
I kiss her and she kisses me back, taking charge. She holds me again the wall and starts to kiss along my collarbone. There is a knock on the door.
"Sorry, I'm just drying my pants." I say with difficulty with Alexander kissing me, taking my breath away.
I sit back down in my seat about half an hour later. Alice is nearly asleep, but it doesn't stop her from smiling at me knowingly.
"You were right," I say guilty.
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Ange (girlxgirl)
Teen FictionUntil one morning, Ange was avoiding school and struggling, but after striking a deal with her step mother, she returns to school on a regular basis and meets her new teacher, Miss Winnett, and Ange realises that maybe school isn't that bad after a...
