The Work of a Legacy

The Aftermaths: Selina

Dear Selina,
Angsty bitch.
-happiness

"I swear, ominous voice, if it's another damn paper, please just go ahead and kill me."

I take a deep breath and fling open the closet door.

...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" My hands fly to my mouth as I find myself bouncing like a cheerleader.

A smile spreads across their face. "Good to see you, too, love."

"Alex," I whisper, flinging my arms around them and completely ignoring the gorgeous dress they hold in their hands. "Alex..."

"Oh, honey, I've missed you so much..." they leaned into my embrace, engulfing me in their wonderful pine tree and mint scent.

"Why didn't you come find me earlier?"

"About that..." they let me go at led me to the bed, sitting down and putting their hand on my shoulder. "There's something you should know."

Oh, no.

"What is it?"

"...I was never an actual camera person.  I was investigating Hank. As a special agent."

"... you're kidding," I snort in disbelief.

"I'm not. I was assigned to Hank on the request of a guy who was in the last season of Chanced."

"So you were... pretending the entire time? Were you..." I take a shaky breath. "Were you pretending about liking me?"

"No. Never. Not for a single minute."

"Oh." I shrug. "Then who cares?"

"What?"

"So you were doing a different job than I thought you were? What difference does it make?"

They hesitate. "Uh..."

"The only thing I'm upset with you is that you didn't kick his ass earlier, assuming you did at all. Honestly, Alex, how much evidence did you need?"

"Hey, I never said I was a good special agent," they laugh.

I lean forward, brushing my lips against theirs when the door gets busted down.

"Get on the ground and put your hands behind your hand, you motherfu-"

"Cecilia! They're with me!"

Cecelia pauses, glancing at me. "You know this ruffian?"

I smile thinly. "Cecelia, this is Alex, my... significant other..."

Alex beams.

"And Alex, this is Cecelia, a member of the most prominent girl gang here, Guns and Hoses."

"But most importantly, Selina's best friend."

"Yes, that."

"I'm sorry, don't you mean Guns and Roses?"

"No. Hoses. Because," she gestures to her legs, which are dressed in nothing but pantyhose, a choice I have protested countless times ("What if someone actually manages to get at you and hurts you?" To which she had scoffed and said, "no one will ever manage to get at me."). "And we beat those who cross us with rubber hoses."

"Oh," Alex nodded casually.

"I like her," Cecelia stage whispers.

"They," I whisper back.

"They." She repeats. "Well, I'll leave you two alone, then. Nice to meet you, Alex."

When her footsteps finally fade away, Alex turns and holds me close.

"I love you."

"And I love you."