Bloodied Noses And Red Roses

Valdosta, Georgia 1926

For those of you who haven't read the book or seen the film, here's a brief synopsis of what's happening in the plot. Idgie and Ruth have spent the summer together in Whistle Stop for the first time since they were both young. Idgie has developed significant romantic attraction towards Ruth and has made several attempts to impress her (including sticking her hand in a hive full of bees to collect honey for her). Just when Ruth begins to display mutual interest, she also reveals that her mother is forcing her to leave at the end of the summer to get married to a deceitful man named Frank Bennett in Valdosta, Georgia. Idgie gets infuriated and winds up saying some Bitchy Ass Shit. A couple of years later, she still can't shake the guilt and drives up to Valdosta to check in with Ruth. Here's where I'm adding my own twist: instead of just 'checking in' with Ruth, Idgie decides to apologize to her and winds up confessing. This one is basically like the last chapter but with a different plot scenario because I am incapable of actual creativity.

Idgie Threadgoode inhaled a lungful of the saccharine summer environment. Her tousled blonde hair billowed in the breeze, uplifted off of her perspiring neck in an alleviating relief. She had at last been liberated from the merciless sun's gaze in Whistle Stop. In fact, she had finally been released from beneath the entire town's consternation-filled eyes. She was aware that the majority of the residents had been concerned about her ever since Ruth returned to Valdosta in '24. She felt as if a single breath of air hadn't passed through her lips since that day when she shattered her mother's coveted porcelain vase and heaved those sobs of desperation. Abhorrence. Resentment. All revolving upon a single fallacious victim: Ruth. The thought of those impenetrable, engrossing brown eyes caused her bare foot to press upon the gas pedal of her parent's brand new Model T Ford. The automobile accelerated clumsily around a curve in the dirt road, the rear wheels skidding across the bend. An impish smirk curled at the corner of her mouth as she reveled in the appeasing shrieks of protest from the tires. Ruth. She was finally going to associate with Ruth after these confined two years. Her realization earned a bout of ecstatic, unrestrained laughter. She had been unleashed from all of her former responsibilities with the exception of one long overdue task: to apologize to the one she cherished most.

A few hours later, Idgie arrived at an elongated gravel driveway in the heart of Georgia. The tranquil landscape was briefly startled by the slamming of a car door and the subdued crunch of grit underneath her feet. She didn't allow herself time to contemplate her decision before pounding on a rickety door. A skittish young woman peered through a crevice before pulling it completely ajar. Anxious hazel eyes darted across the veranda, scrutinizing Idgie's nonchalant facial expression and posture. She was thin for a woman of her height, towering over Idgie by a decent four inches. Her mahogany-colored hair was tied back into a loose bun that sat atop her head. Pale skin contrasted her dark hair, causing the freckles across the bridge of her nose to become prominent amongst her other features. Idgie's stomach clenched with a certain indiscernible yearning when she let her stare linger on her shapely, red lips. "Well if it ain't the old bee charmer.." Ruth murmured with her enchanting Georgian accent. A wholesome grin crossed those ruby red lips as Idgie produced a glass Mason jar with an amber hued liquid contained within it, warmed by hours of idling in the heat. "Only for the finest, madame." Idgie responded. She observed as Ruth unscrewed the lid of the jar and scooped some of the honey out with her hand. Ruth slid a single finger inside of her mouth, savoring the sugary flavor. "You've been gone for too long, Idgie Threadgoode." Ruth approached her and tentatively and wrapped her arms around her in a momentary embrace. "Frank is at work today, so make yourself at home." She gestured inside of the threshold. Idgie obliged, nearly smitten by how Ruth's eyes never ceased sweeping over her physique. She collapsed apathetically onto a grungy sofa and crossed her arms behind her head. "So what brings you down to these parts?" Ruth inquired, daintily perching herself beside Idgie. She scoffed as the corners of her mouth began to twitch upwards. "As if you don't already know, Ruth Jamison." Ruth placed her hand on Idgie's thigh earnestly. If she was offended by Idgie addressing her by her maiden name, she didn't display it. "Is it because of Frank? I told you not to interfere with his business. He gets rather.. Upset.. When anyone invades his privacy." Idgie glanced down at Ruth's hand timorously before laying her own on top of it. "I can't say that I'm not jealous of Frank Bennett, being married to the prettiest woman in Valdosta and all, but that ain't what I'm here for." Idgie noticed that her throat had been tautened by her own unease. "I'm here to apologize to you, since I still feel so awful for yelling at you for leavin' to go marry Frank. I was a selfish ass that day and a selfish ass every day that I didn't drive up to come say sorry to you." Ruth shifted nearer and reassuredly clasped Idgie's hand firmly in her own. "Well shit, Idgie, don't be so hard on yourself. I knew you didn't want me to go because you cared about me, even if you did say that you hated me. And you've been right about Frank all of these years. He's not... The best husband. I'd rather have a man like you, who laughs with me by the river when we're drunk and climbs up in my window at the ass crack of dawn to invite me to a picnic. You should consider yourself forgiven, because you're still my Bee Charmer no matter how loud you yell at me." When Ruth's voice dropped down into that guttural, solemn tone Idgie couldn't restrain herself any longer. "Why would you want a man just 'sort of like me' when you can have me?" She blurted before she had the opportunity to repress the thought. Her words swayed in the stifling Air for a moment, as fragile and tender as autumn leaves struggling against a vigorous gale. "I-I'm married. I shouldn't go around confessin' unexplored feelings for another woman, of all people." Ruth's response settled into the atmosphere. The leaves ceased to rise from the ground. "Ruth... It's fine. Forget I said anything." Idgie defeatedly mumbled between a clenched jaw. "Just 'cause I shouldn't doesn't mean I can't." She muttered before slinging her arm around Idgie's shoulders. Her head descended to diffidently touch Idgie's nose. "May I, Ms. Threadgoode?" Ruth's light exhales caused her to tremble with delectation. "As you wish, Ms. Jamison."

Congratulations if you made It this far. I'm aware that this is some cheesy shit.