Safe Place ~ WayHaught

This Is Home

~Waverly POV~

"Just," I sigh through the phone. "Come over."

"Okay. I'll be there in a bit."

"I love you, Nicole."

"I love you too, baby."

With that, I hang up and throw myself onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow and screaming. I'm so freaking in love with her. I know, it's a little awkward having my name posted to her Twitter, but is it a bad thing? If people start asking, when people start asking questions, me and Nicole will finally have to have the whole 'are we girlfriends' talk. I don't know if she's been avoiding it or maybe it's supposed to be understood, but we need to talk about it.

I run downstairs and wake up Wynonna, she's been sleeping off the extreme amount of whiskey she downed earlier. I love my sister. She's always perfectly fine with having Nicole over and I think that they're actually sorta friends. Whenever I can tell that Nicole is too upset about something to talk to me about it, Wynonna is there for her. It's strange. And of course I wish Nicole would just let me in, but I get it, she doesn't want to say anything that could make me have Mictian flashbacks.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." I gently shake Wynonna awake. She groans and rolls over to face me, putting her head on my lap. This reminds of how I sit with Nicole.

"What time is it?" She asks me groggily.

"Time for you to get a watch." I joke with her and she sits up, punching my arm lightly and laughing. "Nicole's coming over." I let her know.

"That's fine. Just try to keep the noise down." Wynonna, always making sexual comments.

I wish.

"You do realize, we haven't even kissed yet." I point out to her. She rolls her eyes in a 'sure you haven't' non-believing/sarcastic kind of way.

It's been about 20 minutes since Nicole said she was coming so she'll be her soon. Me and Wynonna are curled up on the couch watching The 100. This is my fifth time watching the series, but Wynonna hasn't seen it yet. It's the first episode and I swear, I don't know how Wynonna is so oblivious when it comes to real people because her gaydar is 100% when it comes to this.

"Clarke's bisexual, isn't she?" Wynonna asks me, right as there's a knock at the door. I roll my eyes and get up to answer it.

"Hey, IcyHaught!" I smile and wrap my arms tightly around my-um-girlfriend? When the hug breaks, I notice another girl with her, she looks about Wynonna's age. "Your sister?" I question.

"Yeah," Nicole laughs as they both step inside. "Uh-Waverly, this is Calamity Jane, most people call her C.J." She introduces her sister who hands me a bottle of tequila and laughs.

"Hey, Nicky said I should bring it for Wynonna." C.J. explains. I chuckle and toss the bottle over to my sister.

"I'm Waverly, it's nice to meet you." I'm a hugger so C.J. laughs at the unexpected embrace.

She acts a lot like Wyn.

"This is Wynonna, you're probably gonna get along with her." I introduce the two girls and they start talking before I turn to an obviously tipsy Nicole. "My room?"

"Yeah."

When we get to my room, I sit in my usual place. My head on Nicole's legs, facing her stomach, and cuddling one of her arms. She starts to play with my hair before talking to me.

"So," she pauses and lets out an awkward gay sigh. "I accidentally tweeted your name." She chuckles.

I smile and hum. "Yeah, you did." I take in a deep breath and smile because her scent is exactly how I remember it. "I didn't mind."