Princess Charming [GirlxGirl] [Lesbian]

Chapter 8 Act 5 scene 1

2016: Note I actually did get an A-B in AP World for the record, I know the Samurai trace their origins to feudal Japan :)

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 "Ok so maybe inviting her over wasn't the best of ideas " I voiced my concern out load and it echoed about the empty house .

While I hid anything of great expense .
Which was everything, NOT. 

I couldn't stand the  wait, so I sat. 

First in the dining room nobody used, (more like dining anclove say it with me dining anclove)

Finally,  I'd had to do something to pass the time .

After all this was Jess I was pretty sure she'd never directly stolen anything, it was mostly fights with her. Come on , I didn't seriously believe she would take anything!

Give the gal some credit where credit is do. I'd seen her give the teacher back a test that had been marked up before by a previous student instead of using it. 

Besides what did she want ? My mom's hot yoga CD's? Great for a workout and toning up all that belly fat not exactly worth pirating on the black market. 

Still, she'd been voted most likely to be a gang leader in all her classes for the last 4 years running. 
So the adage better safe than sorry need apply .

A few things. Just needed to be put away like....well heck I don't even know what this thing is .
The item in question being a garnished bordering on tacky nude male, (assuming it's humanoid in origin) bust .
Now there was a statue that needed to be smashed for prosperity's sake of course .
My mother for some odd reason remained attached to the scaled ? Eer creature?
Why would anyone want such a for lack of better word like that  ugly thing? That darn piece of stone had given me nightmares as a child!
Even now I shuddered if I had to walk passed it! 

 This is why we never let my mom visit flea markets unsupervised!

The sound of tires on gravel had me rushing to the window. Peeling back the curtain I watched Jess  close and lock the door to a modest Suburban.  The vehicle for the record wasn't that beat up there where some scuffs and scratches.
Wow no motorcycle ?
Because I could totally picture Jess clad all in leather decked out and ready to burn rubber.
Well they were a little pricy, and you had to have you car license first and be eighteen. 

She strode, my bad swaggered in the way only Jess could up to the front door.  

She slouched a bit and patted the head of the gargoyle dog thing that guarded the door with watchful stone eyes. Jess then banged the atrocious fake gold knocker on  the door.

Thankfully not ringing the gong. 

I mean doorbell. 

Seriously with the way that thing sounded. Where we in China? I half expected samira's to jump out at me! Wait was that feudal Japan?

I needed to run up and grab something so I called out a "it's open ".
Like  I'd seen people do in movies and my mom on occasion. Granted my mom could've been someone from a movie, a comedy that is with how wacky she was. 
I bounded towards the stairs nearly falling up them.
Silently hoping and knowing Jess probably had enough brain cells to interpret  the words "it's open" to mean  "come" in or "enter ".
On the way back down however my haste and talent earned me a not so elegantly executed nose dive towards the bottom.
Graceful unto death, that's my social etiquette teacher would be proud. 
With eyes squeezed shut I fell, let's get real here I was totally squinting and watching the entire drama unfold with utter horror. 

I landed on something soft with give   instigating a "owf" noise from the squishy substance below me I dared not eyes and thank the servant who'd saved me from becoming a Ravanna blood stain on the luxurious (threadbare  darling it has character)  Persian rug .
which in retrospect my parents probably would of been more p$ssed or as dearest mom once said properly enraged and disappointed about the rug.
"Relay dear you're how old don't you have the decency to croak somewhere else !?
Do you know how much one of these cost!" (5 dollars tops maybe?)
It's freaking ridiculous !
There'd be no such thing as R.I.P for me
I would hear the lecture for ruining "one of a kind bolt of cloth sorry "master piece "
Depressing.

Now to generously reward my knight in shining armor
Finally I dared a peek and was met by a smirking but ;
unsettled Jess with something
In her eye I couldn't quite put my finger on it yet whatever it was could crazily enough have been concern .
I shook it off as near death experience hallucination, if anyone had a reason to be unsettled it was me .
As usual she did the last thing I expected.
Sharply almost angrily Jess snapped  at me " Preparing for the balcony scene ? "
I was suddenly aware of just how close we were and in what position .
My nostrils flared and I breathed in the scent of wood smoke that was all hers different from my spices essence yet some how fitting .
I'd tuned her out and almost missed the concerned tone disguised as sarcasm.
Since when had I started seeing concern in sentences like,
"Either that or I think you've taken rapunzel a bit too far out of context. Warn me next time before you let down your hair ."
It didn't matter ?
I relaxed in her tight hold just now noticing the rather obvious fact of her arms wrapped around me Well two can play at that game leaning in even closer..