Milk and Honey (GirlxGirl)(Lesbian Story)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Reluctantly, I trudged in the direction that Tristan had stormed off in. The direction led me to an outside area of the restaurant. Outside, there were a few tables, but the area was almost vacant. As soon as I walked out, I saw two people sitting at a table, enjoying their conversation and smoking cigarettes. Further away from them, in the corner, I saw Tristan leaning against a rail with her back facing me.

I subtly covered my nose as I passed by the smoking duo and sauntered over towards her. Dropping my hand from my nose, I looked down at her phone and my clutch that was in my hand then looked back up towards her back. "You okay," I asked her. My voice came out as a whisper even though I didn't mean it to.

I was never good with dealing with angry or upset people, at least when their emotions were directed towards me. I talked a lot of sh-t, but when it came down to it I was always jumpy and crying as soon as someone lifted their voice at me. I was like that even before Trey, but of course he made it even worse. Kali called me a "sensitive savage." I could dish sh-t, but I hated getting sh-t back.

Tristan turned around slowly and nodded her head. "I'm good. I just needed some air," she told me calmly.

The tone of her voice caused me to relax. Crying in front of Tristan was something I didn't want to do, unless it was crying from an org-sm. "You left your phone," I told her as I handed her the phone face side up.

She saw the cracked screen and mumbled a curse word to herself. With a groan, she shoved her phone in her pocket and looked away from me. She focused on the smoking friends by the door and cleared her throat. She was about to open her mouth to speak, but I spoke up before she did. "Look, I'm sorry. My goal wasn't to make you angry. I thought you would get a little jealous, but not that upset. Either way, it was stupid and childish so I'm sorry."

Her glare focused back on me and her eyes softened up. "Honey, you don't have to apologize for anything."

"No, I should-"

"For real, Leilani, you don't. What happened back there was just me being a punk." Tristan shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her feet before looking back up at me. "Can I be real with you for a second?"

"Yeah, of course."

Tristan pushed herself off the railing and stood up straight. She took my free hand in hers and kissed it gently. My lips curved up into a smile and she gave me a hint of one back as well. "Truth is, there's something about you. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the way you make me laugh, maybe it's how cute you are, or how sexy, or maybe it's just the fact that you have good p-ssy." We both laughed and Tristan shook her head at herself before continuing.

"The thing is, I've never been good at handling my emotions. I need to work on that, obviously. I always act like a punk when you flirt with someone, even though I know damn well we aren't together. I get jealous so easily and I know it's because I haven't felt this way about a woman since Nya. Like, I like you, you know? It sounds like something an elementary kid would say, but I like you, like seriously. It sucks because at the same time I don't think I'm worthy of you. I think you deserve so much more, but you know, I just like you. I could see myself being with you one day. You're funny, beautiful, talented and everyone loves you. You're just so damn...likable."

I was giggling hysterically and my whole face felt like it was on fire as my heart fluttered. I thought I was the only one that was sprung and falling, but it looked like I had Tristan's nose wide open as well. It was almost unbelievable. For a second, I thought I was in an alternate dimension or day dreaming. "Why are you giggling," Tristan asked me with a small laugh. "You think it's funny 'cause I like you?"