Secrets Hurt But Truths Kill

Chapter eight ~ Secretive

Walking into the room seeing Fallon sat there crying was the most horrible Kirby had ever felt. She realised then and there how much she actually loved her. The problem was, she didn't know how in the world to comfort her.

Fallon looked up as Kirby sat awkwardly beside her, trying to avoid eye contact for some reason. Fallon pulled a vaguely confused face, yet was hardly visible due to the excessive amount of tears crowding her eyes.

"You ok?" Kirby immediately regretted her choice of words. Of course she wasn't ok, the girl never cries.

Fallon abruptly shook her head and straightened her posture, wiping the water from her cheeks with a graceful swoop of her hand.

"I'm fine" Fallon managed to gasp through the deep, shallow breaths.

Kirby was going to challenge her and attempt to make her feel more at ease, when Fallon spoke up.

"I'm going to go downstairs and act like everything is ok and you are gonna act it too, got it?" Fallon pointed a finger, merely centimetres from her girlfriends face. She meant well.

Kirby brought her hands up in defeat and promised Fallon she would.

"Good," Fallon stood up with grace, and strode flawlessly out of the room without another word.

Kirby was sat alone in Fallon's room, beating herself up for not trying to help more. Dismissing her inactive ability to be be a normal human being, she got up and wondered out of the room, swinging her arms around in sheer awkwardness.

Walking down the corridor, her mind turned to Monica and Jeff. That situation was still happening and it needed to be sorted. At some point.

Kirby shrugged of the thought and lept down the stairs, skipping a step each time as if she were a child again. To be honest she never really grew up.

As her foot reached the bottom step, she slipped and crashed into someone.

"Ouch," Kirby exclaimed quietly. Se rubbed her knee furiously, for it had been the first area of contact during the encounter.

She looked up and recognised the friendly face staring back at her in bewilderment.

"Sam oh my god your back!" She basically jumped on him, and hugged him hard. She'd
missed him.

"There's that Aussie accent I love so much," he said in reaction to her greeting. He pulled away promptly.

"God it was actual torture without room service I can't even," he waved his hands in the air with disgust as Kirby laughed at him.

"Well I'm glad your back I need you to help me get through to Fallon about this whole Blake thing." She huffed and rolled her eyes with frustration.

Sam lowered his Gucci sunglasses onto the tip of his nose, gripping the arm with two pinched fingers.

"Hey I just got back I don't wanna become the gay guide dog until I've had a massage."

Sam gave Kirby a brief hug and strolled in the direction of the kitchen, rolling his suitcase alongside him.

Kirby stood there at the bottom of the staircase alone again. What was it with people just leaving her all the time?

Almost on cue, Anders walked in with the gardener, shooting Kirby a glance before saying to the man next to him,"I'll tell Blake you've collected the flowers, make sure they're preserved until the event."

The gardener left, and Anders hobbled over to his daughter in the opposite corner of the room from where he previously was stood.

"Kirby a word?" he whispered, and after a reluctant nod from Kirby, he took grip on her arm and pulled her all the way down the hall.

"Look there's something you need to know, but you mustn't tell Fallon, I know you're terrible with keeping secrets" he said.

Kirby grinned with excitement and then grimaced.

"Wait is it good or bad" she asked, nearly worried.

"Just listen" Anders was still whispering secretively, looking about him so no one would overhear...