Woman, Woman (Lesbian Story)

Chap 4.

IV.
 
You start going out more in August. You go out with Matilda when she breaks up with her boyfriend but you don’t feel like you’ve really gone out until Cara sends you a text at 12 saying she feels like a midnight snack at McDonald’s.
 
You tell her she’s crazy jokingly but when she tells you she’s waiting outside of your building you think you really mean it. You walk over to your window and she wasn’t lying. Her hair’s loose over her shoulders, red beanie on her head, black trousers, white tee and chucks. It reminds you of the first time you saw her.
 
“You’ve gone mad.” You decide to call her as you get dressed to meet her downstairs.
 
“Hurry up!” She whines, “I’ve been craving McDonald’s all fucking day.”
 
“Jesus. Alright, alright.” You hang up on her and put on some sweatpants and an old tee you had lying around. You run down the stairs after you’re ready. You open the front door of your building and there you see her. Her back’s resting against a pillar, she’s smoking a cigarette and reading something on her phone. 
 
“Rude.” She mutters, not looking up to meet your eyes.
 
“What?”
 
“It’s rude to hang up on your friends face like that.”
 
You ignore the butterflies on your tummy. You smirk instead and take the cigarette from her fingers. She’s surprised by your actions and starts protesting, but you take a long drag off of it and blow the smoke on her face. You lock eyes with her as you do so, making the moment special. Then you throw it on the floor and step over it, crushing it.
 
“Rude.” She says again and you roll your eyes. You realize she’d said it quietly and it makes you wonder if maybe you make her feel like she makes you feel.
 
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You watch her devour her huge ass burger and you wonder out loud where all that food goes.
 
“Do you really want to know?”
 
You snort and then she snorts and you’re both laughing like crazy old hats. When it dies down you find yourself staring at her.
 
“You’re cute.” You blurt out. As soon as you say it you blush profoundly.
 
She cracks one of her signature comic faces and you start laughing again.
 
She shares her chips with you and you both eat silently. You steal glances at her, wondering how on earth is it possible for this perfect woman to exist.
 
She finishes her meal and pats her stomach, smiling lazily.
 
“I’m so full.” She drags the word, satisfied.
 
You’re about to speak but you’re cut off by a loud burp.
 
“Ewww, Cara!”
 
“What?” She asks, jokingly offended, “If it doesn’t come out as a burp it comes out as a–”
 
“Alright, alright, I get it!” You say, laughing. Seriously, are you ever not laughing when you’re with her?
 
She gets up and you wonder where she’s going. She comes back with another straw. She sits down and takes the cover off of your cup. She dips the straw in your drink and takes a sip.
 
You lift an eyebrow and mock her, “Rude.”
 
She pokes her tongue out at you.
 
The silence between you is comfortable. You’re sleepy and she seems tired too.
 
You lean down to take one last sip of your drink when she leans down as well and you knock your foreheads against each other.
 
You both groan in pain, caressing your foreheads as if it’ll make the pain go away.
 
She bites her lip softly when you’re calm again and you keep staring between her eyes and her lips.
 
“It’s the last sip, you can have it.” She says.
 
“Nonsense, it’s yours. I’m not thirsty.”
 
“Neither am I.” She looks up in thought and then she gasps dramatically, “We can both drink it at the same time and that way we’re even.”
 
“Except,” You drag the word out, not convinced. “We tried that out and we almost broke our skulls.”
 
“You go right and I’ll go left.” She says and you blush, suddenly reminded of your first kiss.
 
You end up doing as she said, and she does the same in opposite directions. Your noses bump each other and you make the mistake of looking into her light green eyes. You’re taken aback by their intensity and you end up choking on your drink.
 
She burst out laughing like crazy while you cough awkwardly, tears prickling your eyes. She keeps on laughing like a maniac and you feel your cheeks burn. You want to be mad at her, but you can’t. You know you can’t. You throw a chip at her angel-like face instead.