Proud (A Lesbian Love Story)

Stitched In The New

Ashley's POV:

  I had finally made it to my school after a fifteen-minute walk. The meditation music has soothed me from stress and filled me with positive energy. The tropically-vibrant colorful morning sun surprisingly felt warm and comforting against my well-being, despite me generally not liking the sun at all. I prefer the moon, but it felt good to have the sun's warm rays fuel my soul with strength.

  With my coffee in my hand, slowly being sipped and enjoyed as I recollect myself, plot outcomes for the future, prepare myself for today's future confrontations, and day-dream a fanatic story of that girl. She looked so pretty, and the way she looked at me in the dream still made my heart leap and my smile intertwine engravedly into my cheeks. She was so cute, and I felt the strong desire to see her again. At least once more today, for real possibly. My heart was touched by the girl of my dreams, mesmorizing me into a deep serenity of peaceful trance, all generally focused on her. That girl... She is my motive for today, and what excites me to get back home.

Noralee's POV:

  I had finally reached my destination, my school where I heavily indulge highly in my academics and don't see purpose in having school be a social field. Thoughts of this girl return, sparking a smile from within me whilst leaping my heart into a tornado of passion and joyful energy. I felt attracted to her, but I never really met her yet. So what if I think I love her but maybe I don't? And surprisingly, even if that were a mature thought, I felt wrong to think that maybe I don't truly like her. Because I do, and I cannot figure out why.

  "Have you heard about the new student?" Someone asked.
  "Yes I have! And she's a girl!" Replied another girl who seemed to be that first person's friend.
 
I stood with my back against the school-brick wall, curious of their conversation. I had no idea that there would be a new kid, but somehow, when it was mentioned, it struck me deeply into heart as I had the immediate assumption that it was the girl I saw from my dreams. My stomach flipped around quickly as my heart began pounding of excitement. I wanted to stay out here, just to see her. My smile widened, but I calmed it to avoid people thinking that I am crazy for 'smiling for no reason.'

  "I heard she's a black-haired girl." Said the first person again. That struck me sharply in the heart and gut. It has to be her. My breathing quickened, I knew with this hunch that the girl I saw from my dreams is the new kid at this school. I felt so happy.

  That is when she appeared, her glossy long and thick curly black hair danced with the wind as she walked, holding her coffee-cup close to her chest. Her beautiful face, her pale angel skin and night-sky eyes beamed with beautiful adorableness. My heart hammered against my chest, stomach tornadoing me wildly. I couldn't control my breathing as my cheeks flushed slightly deeper than earlier. She was flipping hot as well. Her body figure was a thick hourglass, with a large chest she tried to hide. Her full-bottom butt bounced like a balloon flying up and down over and over again, but paced evenly with her walks. She was dressed in a similar style to me and my preference, and I couldn't stop staring at her and eyeing her down.

  My fingers automatically played with my lips as I gaze at her in fascination, taking notes of her body language to find answers of who she is inside the soul. I felt a little wetter down in my private area, since she is so freaking attractive. But she appeared nervous despite her hazed and soft expression.

  Normally I would've made everything comfortable for a nervous new student, and would make her feel welcome. I wanted to, badly. But I cannot go near her due to this strong anxiety that resists me to her. Every time she looks at me, I have to look away. My lips quiver and my cheeks flush. It flutters me so much with emotions, and I feel from her eyes that if she looks into mine, my entire soul and all of my love for her would be exposed. I feared something beyond my control, and I just could not approach her.

Ashley's POV:

  I finally made it towards the front doors of the school, which I had a little bit of trouble finding. But I made it. But being here, in front of so many people, filled me with anxiety. I did not want to be here, I did not want to be talked to, I did not want to make any friends yet, and I certainly did not want any attention from anyone, especially from guys.

  That's when a spark of emotions struck me, I was feeling this sense of anxietal love and an attraction towards me. I looked over, to whom I sensed was staring. And boy my heart fluttered like a paddle-ball on steroids, my stomach leaping with joy. My cheeks flushed, I was right. This girl from my dreams exist! And she was thinking about me as well, I feel such a powerful connection. I knew she and I shared the same dream, and I knew something about today was going to be wonderful despite my worries. But as I returned her gaze, she looked away from me. I felt from her shoes that it was this anxietal shyness and fear of revealment type of thing. I wanted to reassure her, since that's what I'd normally do to make others feel comfortable. But I had that exact same feeling myself.

  I stood opposite of her bit slightly further away to not discomfort me and my crush. I wanted to also avoid the tension that may be noticed by her. She was hot and beautiful, tall and thick with a hourglass figure slightly less vibrant than mine. But oh boy, she was thicker, her chest seemed to be larger than mine. Thank God since I felt insecure about having large boobs, but her's made my mouth water and my private area wetten a little. She wore a similar style to mine, one I find quite hot.

  I as well had been taking notes of her soul and digging for her personality from a discreet observation. I felt the discomfort any of my crushes would feel from this stare, but her discomfort was for a different reason. I think she feels something for me, yet I also cannot be too sure of it. And I sensed that she was picking up on my feelings as well.

  This whole awkward tension was fueled by the fact that we both like each other and want to soothe each other, but we're too shy to approach eachother at all.

Noralee's POV:

  I could tell that she, like myself is an empath... Which I loved since I am attracted to and could connect deeply with other empaths. Her energy field was strong, and I was too afraid to approach her despite being so drawn to her being. She was shorter than me, her butt was slightly larger than mine and her hourglass figure was more well-developed than mine. Thank God, I don't like to appear too feminine, and I certainly worry about being cat-called. I'm glad that I don't have that, big boobs are bad enough for me. But her's... I silently slurped, appeared yummy. That was a weird thought, considering the fact that I am an asexual girl attracted to girls who is also one big fat pervert who googly-eyes other girls and imagine inappropriate but pleasurable things about them, and I find sexy girls hot.

I felt so happy to see her in real life, filled with more joy than I had earlier. She is so cute... And just seeing her heats up my cheeks and it's hard to look at her due to the feelings and tension and eye contact intensity that follows. But fortunately and sadly at the same time, the bell had rang. But I suddenly recall, what really did that purely beautiful butterfly I saw from my dream really mean? Is it a symbol of her view on me? I wanted to question it more, but I also wanted to admire her.

  I believe we both had the same thought, we're both shy, introverted and socially awkward. We both know our feelings for each other, we both know this connection we feel from one another, and we both want to talk to and soothe each other. But something, this anxietal factor, is resisting that pull we want to let occur. And even so, we both knew that we were admiring eachother from a distance, but we were too shy and discreet about it. It was cute. But I felt strongly of desire to be close with her, this new girl... She's amazing.

Hello everyone, I hope you're doing fine wherever you are in this world! I appreciate you reading this chapter, and I hope you like this story so far. Thank you and have a wonderful day/night!
~ Riøt (Author)