Annika Wilson is a typical girl. except, she's not. she is a closeted bisexual. there's nothing wrong until she meets Stephanie Parker. Stephanie Parker is your average tomboy. She is a confidant gay, good at sports, and her sweatshirts are her safe...
I wake up on my own. Based on the clock on the nightstand table, it's 7 AM. I have to be at school at 8, so that gives me plenty of time. Only then does my mind take my surroundings in. The bed is not my own. The room is not my own. The house is not my own. My mind plays back the events of yesterday. My house burned down, and a couple my mother is friends with took us in. I hear a knock at my door. I walk over to the door crossing my fingers it's not Annika. and open it.
"Hey clumsy. Took you long enough." She laughs. I can't help but admire that it's a beautiful laugh. She's wearing a black shirt that says "Diva" and a red skirt. She looks beautiful (picture at the end of chapter).
Hey! Knock it off Stephanie. Like I said, she's probably just being nice.
The voice in my head is right. She's just being nice, and I need to get her out of my head. I should try and avoid her, so I don't do anything stupid. Although that's going to be hard, considering I'm living in her house for the time being.
"Hey." I say back.
"Well, um, breakfast is ready." She says.
"Oh um thanks."
Real smooth Steph. Freaking Albert Einstein you are.
Shut up.
I'm in your head, that's physically impossible.
"By the way Steph, do you plan on wearing pajamas to school?" She giggles.
"Huh? Oh, right." I start to laugh with her, if only to hear her beautiful laugh more.
"Hang on, I have some clothes in my room you could wear. I also have a spare hoodie, I know you like your hoodies."
"What?" I must've heard her wrong. No way she actually pays attention to me.
"Oh, um nothing! Be right back."
She rushes off, and I go back in my temporary room until she gets back.
~Annika~
I know you like your hoodies.
I can't believe I just said that. Now she thinks I'm a stalker! Oh my God. What if she knows i like her? I'll have to go kill myself. She definitely doesn't like me, just because she's gay doesn't mean she wants every girl she sees, and she probably doesn't want me. But what if she does?
She thinks you're a stalker! Who are you kidding?
Touche voice in my head.
I walk into my room and choose some clothes. Nothing too flashy though, I've seen her around school before, and she doesn't seem like the kind of person to wear anything sparkly or tacky. I've had a crush on her since the 7th grade. I settled on a teal crop top, and some black jean shorts (drawing at the end of the chapter).
I make my way back to her room, and knock three times. In the back of my mind I hear my less popular self-esteem building voice telling me to fix my hair, smooth my skirt, make myself look more presentable. After a couple of seconds, she opens the door. I can't help but just notice things that she may see as flaws, and look at them as her perfections. Her freckles dotting her nose and her cheeks, her naturally pink lips, a scar she probably got from a sport she was playing that lines her bottom lip, her unruly hair that looks so beautiful, like bed head doesn't exist in her world. To me, she just looks perfect.
"Thank you! The fire being in the night, we couldn't really grab many of our belongings, so it means a lot." She says. I don't know why, but that sentence really just makes my heart leap.
"Oh, um, well, it, it was really no problem!"
Lovely! Just lovely! Stuttering mess you are.
Oh shut up.
"Okay, well umm, thank you." She closes the door to get dressed, and I walk off, remembering that I forgot to tell her that breakfast is going to be ready soon. I walk back to her door, and yell to come to the dining room after she is done.
"Okay, thank you!" I hear her yell back.
I walk to my room and decide to just lay there for about ten minutes, then walked downstairs. As I walk out of my room, I collide with Stephanie.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She exclaims.
"No no no don't apologize, I'm fine."
She extends her hand to help me up, and I gladly take it. Once I'm on my feet and standing, she pulls her hand away, even though I secretly wish that she had held my hand a little longer. With that, we both start to walk to the dining room.
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This concludes chapter 2, and I hope you all are enjoying this fanfiction so far, and if you are, please recommend it to you friends, family, or maybe that one cool cousin that reads fanfiction! Have a nice day.
Stephanie
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Annika
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I hand drew both of these, sorry for the low quality, but hope you like the visual! Stay beautiful you wonderful humans!
