My Lover, My Guardian (lesbian stories)

Chapter 8: Few drinks won't hurt

Georgina POV

It is a nice evening and I found myself leaning in the wall  in our balcony facing the beach. This is my favorite part of the house. A perfect view of the full moon just above the ocean surface. Feeling the cold wind of September against my skin, making me slightly shiver with the hot and cold temperature.

Hearing my mom's voice flip a switch in me without even intending to. My mood changed drastically but I don't know if it is good or bad. I suddenly feel empty or hollow of any purpose or any feelings or any emotions. Maybe I feel something but I am not really sure what it is. Or maybe I am now just so used to this that my heart and mind just know exactly what to do to block it out.

I am glad that I able to snatch a glass and bottle of wine on my way up here.  It was selfish of me to organize a party and then disappear. I know Andrew can take care of it, he was just full of charm like that.

I barely hear the loud music from downstairs and it was relaxing as it is

This moment is better, staring in the sky mesmerized by the beauty of the moon. I do this a lot of times aside from playing piano and reading books.

I don't know how long have I've been standing here drinking. I can feel the effect of the wine my head. Because my eyes caught the read hair beauty in a blue summer dress standing few feet in front of me.

She might have not noticed me when the curtain beside me was being played by the wind.

Now I found myself taking in her beauty. Her hair was delicately fixed to a stylish bun with few curly strands lose on the side of her face. The simple dress fits perfectly in her curves, the ends just above her knees. The wind is definitely messing with her dress showing how long and lean her legs are. The wedge she was wearing, emphasized her height.

I know who she is. There is only one redhead in the campus, I never even see anyone with red hair in the whole town. Ruth.

It made me wonder why such beauty was always hidden in those baggy clothes she was always wearing. Or why she has to wear big eyeglasses when I know that her eyesight is pretty much normal. This girl is such a mystery to me that I am now quite intrigue with her.

She walks slowly to the concrete rail of the balcony. Even her walk was so graceful that I found it hard to believe that the girl in school and this gorgeous girl is the same. Does she have split personality or something. It is weird to even think about that. Maybe the way she carries herself depends on her mood and the way she looks depends on it as well. There is only way to find out...

"It was beautiful right?...." I spoke softly as almost a whisper but loud enough for her to hear me. But it is still loud enough to startle her making her yelp a little and almost jump stepping back, hand in her chest and another one holding the rail. I feel guilty looking at her wide grey eyes almost white because of the moonlight. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

She didn't say anything for a while, she just closed her eyes for few seconds and breathe. I am staring I know. I just couldn't look away now that I can see her lovely face. My slight guilt was washed away and was replaced by something else. Looking at her, standing in my balcony underneath the moonlight makes me feel something in the pit of my stomach. It was a strange feeling and it only heighted my curiousity about her.

When she regain herself she notice that I'm still looking at her and she stood straight looking everywhere but me fidlling with her fingers. Even her fingers are long and looks delicate. Now I am a being creepy.

"H-How lo-long have you been there?" I heard her ask nervously. I guess she has not calmed down yet from her fright.

"Hmmm.. long enough that you don't even notice I'm here when you arrive." Finding myself smiling almost giggling with the way she looks. And I guess she noticed that because her head whipped and glared at me slightly. It is not my fault that she is so oblivious about her surroundings but I don't blame her either. Her glare was short lived as she comes back with her fiddling again.