A Lesbian Love Story

11

I slammed my door after having a fight with mom. It resulted in her throwing beer bottles and me needing to clean up the glass. I did get glass in my hands and I had a few bandaids on them. I slid down against the door and pulled my knees to my chest. A tear rolled down my cheek. I pulled out my phone and opened my texts with Amber.

Me:
Can I stay at your place tomorrow night?

Amber:
Of course you can!

Thank god. Mom got superb pissed because I "waited until the last minute" to cook dinner when she gave me a ten minute warning of her being on her way home from work. I sighed. I opened my texts with Tess.

Me:
Can you please do me a huge favor?

Tess:
Depends if it's legal or not.

Me:
If it were illegal I would've gone to Shawn or Oliver but they can't help me rn. My mom is pissed at me again and I'm spending the night at Amber's tomorrow and I'm gonna tell my mom that I'm staying at yours so can you please tell your parents if my mom calls tell them I'm spending the night at your place?

Tess:
Of course!

Me:
Oh my god thank you so much! I owe u big time!

Tess:
No problem.

I walked up to Amber's house with a backpack on my back. I rang the doorbell. The door opened soon. Amber stood there.

"Again, thank you so much." I said.

"Don't mention it. Just one thing." She said.

"What?"

"No sex," I blushed. "My parents are going to be home and they don't let me have sex in my room anymore." She said.

"Dammit." I smirked. She laughed. We walked upstairs and into her room. I left my bag by her bed.

"I ordered a pizza. Should be here soon. You can put on your pajamas if you want." She said. She had hers on; black sofee shorts and a light blue softball shirt. I opened my bag and pulled out a pair of pink plaid sweatpants and a black sleeved baseball tee. I turned away and I pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my pajama shirt on. I pulled my pants down. Amber looked down there. I blushed and covered my thighs. I pulled my sweats on and hoped she wouldn't see faded scars, but I did make sure to put on concealer.

"You're wearing pink pants and you're not dying." She said.

"I know." I smiled.

"I thought you were Jordan Miller."

"I am Jordan Miller."

"Then where is your nose piercing and black jeans?" She asked.

"I got an infection from the nose ring. Had to stop wearing it. And who sleeps in black jeans." I said sadly.

"Oh babe." She kissed me on my lips. I loved it when she called me babe.

"And I don't even like these pants. All of my sweatpants were in the laundry I am yet to do." I said. I was supposed to do laundry today. But I left before my mother got home.

"That makes sense." She said. The door opened. A man who I assume is her father walked in with a pizza.

"Dad, I'd like you to meet Jordan." He smiled at me.

"Nice to meet you." He said.

"You too." He left the pizza box on her dresser and walked out. Amber grabbed the pizza and dropped it on the floor. She grabbed paper plates from the top of the box and handed me one, as well as a napkin. She opened the box to reveal a cheese pizza. Too. Many. Calories. Fucking Dominos. Amber ripped off a slice and placed it on her plate. I carefully pulled a slice out and placed it on mine. Amber began eating right away, but I was playing with the dust on my fingers that came off the bottom of the pizza when I picked it up. I carefully picked up my plate and took a bite of the greasy pizza. I chewed my small bite, counting my chews. After twenty, I swallowed. I repeated this over and over again, pausing after swallowing a bite each time.

I finished my first slice when Amber finished her third. I left the crust of course, since I hate the crust.

"Dude how am I a faster eater than you?" She said. I shrugged.

"I'm not that hungry. I had a big lunch. My mom was at work so I had the whole fridge to myself." I said. She nodded. I put my plate down and so does she. I took a sip of my water. She took the pizza box and put it on the dresser. She threw out all of our plates and dirty napkins.

"I'll be right back." She said as she stood up. I stood up as well and I laid on her bed while she went to the bathroom. My eyes are closed when she walked in moments later. She climbed over me and pulled me closer to her. She locked my hands in hers.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you too." I said and opened my eyes.

"So when you said that Oliver was a dealer, have you ever like, gotten drugs from him?" She asked.

"Just weed." I said.

"Jordan!" She looked at me.

"You asked and I answered honestly! What'd you expect?" I asked.

"I don't know. I never thought of you as a...weed smoker." She said.

"Well I am." I pecked her on her cheek.

"Jesus christ." She sighed. I laughed.

"Don't worry. I'm not an alcoholic who smokes cigarettes like my mom." I said.

"Good." She pulled me into her side and kissed me on top of my head. "Cigarettes are nasty. Stay away from them."

"Alright, mom." I grinned.

"I'm just being honest, you can smoke cigarettes if you don't want lungs." She joked.

"Cigarettes are disgusting, don't worry about me smoking them." I assured her.