about time (GxG)

ten

I didn't realise I fell asleep till I woke up to the blinder noises . I shot up from the newspaper covered floor . A blanket was put on me, probably lucille .
My hair was a bird nest and I was very grumpy. Coffee.
After I took a quick shower and brushed my hair and teeth. I still get surprised when I look at my reflection, even more at my hands and body. I'm already missing my tattoos.
I walk downstair to the kitchen. "Morning " i said to lucille.
" good morning. Someone isn't a morning person " she chuckled while pouring almond in the blinder.
"Where is the coffee maker?" I ask her.
"You're not drinking coffee now. Your body is fourteen, it will get you stressed out easily " she points at the fruit bowl and oatmeal  " come sit and eat breakfast " i glared at her trying to make her reconsider but she was unfazed, I huffed and sits down begrudgingly start eating the aotmeal and fruits She hums in satisfaction and continue eating her avocado and toast with her green tea.
The breakfast  wasn't actually bad but it's been a long time since I ate them. But she is right, I have to take care of myself now that I am in my early teen years.
"So have you finished your room? " she ask me not taking her eyes from the newspaper she is reading.
" not even close! And it's 10 am already "
" well, it's fine dear, I'm sure she'll like it anyway. I know I did " she gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back
" what about your secret garden project, are you done yet? " She looked at me again.
" I finished it at dawn. Unlike you, I use magic to help me do things faster " she's right .now that my body regressed to teen years, I am unable to access my witch side till I'm again physically 21.its a labyrinth.

I lose track of time when I am working  on something artistic. I freaked out when lucille yelled from downstairs that our hot neighbours are here. I rushed to clean myself from paint and glue but I think I took too long, cause a small blonde figure is watching me stumbling on the newspapers and posters trying to clean the space.  She was again the first one  to break the silence and I'm here looking like I was Cought masturbating on her pictures from 2018.
"Hey, your mom sent me to check why you took so long " she was wearing a white  baggy football shorts and a black t-shirt that is also not her size. She looks like she was hiding her body in them. Her hair is shoulder length  falling carelessly on her frail shoulders.and a huge cross necklace screaming Christian.  She looked so cute trying to be boyish.
"Uh yeah sorry about the mess. I was just trying to clean my hands from the paint " she nodded absenmindly  looking at the walls of my room.
" uhh. . .  You like?" The question caught her of guard, and her eyes seems fearful. What did I do?
"The walls are crowded don't you think? " my hands trembling. She finally seems to realise what I was  asking her " It's so cool. Your mom allows you to paint the walls with graffiti? " She walks beside the wall i was painting on  " it was a part of a bargain " i awkwardly chuckle while scratching the back of my neck.  She looks at me as if to tell me to continue. So I did.
"When she told me that we are moving to Australia. I threw a tantrum like the drama piece of shit I am. So we came into a
agreement that since I'm leaving my friends and my room and everything I know. I get to decorate my room and get skateboards. " I chuckled. Her gaze is making me extra awkward.
" You are a great painter. It's so professionally done" well it's not like I studied art or anything. I just chrugs.

She slowly sat down next to my skateboard " Why you need two skateboards? "
" i just liked them both. By the way, if you skate we should totally ride together " she frowns a bit before rising her gaze to meet mine " I've never skated before. My mom used to be a surfer so she thought me surfing. " her voice is soft like she is remembering good memories. Today she seems more anxious and just sad.
"Well, if you want I can teach you, I mean it's totally like surfing. " her eyes lit up for a moment but she frowned again. I couldn't help but frown too, I sit down across from her not too close not too far "what's wrong? " I blurt out. I can't stop my self from worrying. She looks at me from head to toe without answering for a minute, it was painful to wait but she finally speaks." It's just that. You're really cool girl . moreover,  you are American and an artist. You will be so popular in school , all the boys and girls there would be want to be friends with you. Trust me, i know.  In order to make friends here you must never be seen with me. " I know too well why she says this but she doesn'tknow I know so I have to act confused. "Why I musnt be seen with you? " I ask her. She fidget with her fingers trying to tell me that she doesn't want to talk about it, but I insist " come on, if you don't want to be my friend at least tell me why. And don't give me that popular girls won't accept you bullshitt " i want to touch her so bad but It will only make her uncomfortable. She finally gave in and speaks again " It's not like I don't want to be your friend. It's because I'm " her voice laced with fear and hesitation, if only she knewthat I know. "When I was 13, I had my first crush ever. I tried to hide it. I really did but eventually they knew. I like. ...girls. " the way she said it. Like it's something to be ashamed of broke my heart. She looked at me as if waiting for a disgusted noise or a get the fuck out yell. And it surprise her that I didn't do any of them so far.
"Well, you being a lesbian has nothing to do with me not wanting to be seen with you. " her shock was comical yet sad. Oh young ruby what have you been through . "I'm totally fine with that. And people should fucking mind their business. "
"Wait, you're not disgusted? "
She asks still unsure.
"Why would I be? Love is love plus my mom is a proud lesbian and she is the best mom is could ever ask for " i don't want to tell her that I'm gay too, so I won't freak her out. When I was fourteen, I didn't know my sexuality yet.

She opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off by the witch's voice telling us that the lunch is ready.

I don't know how I feel about this chapter. *shrugs *