Short Stories - Flaritza

panty dropper part 7

"what time is it?"

Maritza asks tiredly as she sees Flaca's silhouette in the dark pacing from one side of the room to the other

"it's 3"

Flaca chokes out

"are you crying?? and what the fuck are you doing awake"

Maritza whisper yells after hearing Flaca sniff slightly

"I can't sleep, what if I don't match? maybe I should go ask someone to see what blood type they are? just in case I don't match? they won't be mad I mean it's a little girl, and she's adorable right?"

Flaca says about to make her way out of the cube

"no! come here, it's 3am you can't go around asking for people's blood type at this hour, or at any hour, they'll put you in psych!"

Maritza says gripping onto Flaca's sides and gently pulling her towards the bunk

"just pray that you're a match ok? it's not your fault if you aren't, c'mon get some sleep"

Maritza says rubbing soothing circles on her back

"I can't sleep"

Flaca says laying backwards, Maritza looks at her for a few seconds and then lays on her chest, cautiously. it was as if she was scared that Flaca would tell her to get off cause she's in a relationship, but the tall woman didn't, instead she wrapped her arm around Maritza a pulled her on top of her locking her into a strong embrace as she buried her own face in Maritza's neck

"let's talk then"

Maritza says confidently as she lifted her head up, her confidence disappears when her eyes meet the dark orbs that were owned by Flaca, her head hung low once more as she blushed

"you said we'd talk last night, about your china doll"

Maritza says nervously as she played with Flaca's shirt's neckline

"she's not Chinese, she's half Scottish and-"

"why are you on her side though? you're aware of the way she's getting into your head and you're still taking her side, why?"

"I'm not on her side, you know how I feel about the Heritage that we carry! I ain't no Latina bitch, I'm a Dominican woman, you know how much I hate when they just put us in one bag cause we got similar features"

"Fla, all of us-"

"exactly! all of us, I'm Dominican, Latina. you're Colombian, also Latina, she's from Cuba? ah she's a Latina, she comes from Argentina than she has to be a Latina right? we're not the same!"

Flaca speaks passionately, she stops feeling Maritza moving on top of her, the small girl's hands are now resting on each of Flaca's shoulders

"we have no control on that, it's called race and yes you're right it is wrong to put all of us under one name but we're falling out of subject here"

"true"

Flaca says immediately shutting up

"so..."

Maritza starts having no idea what to say

"how you doin'?"

Maritza says as she fell off Flaca laughing her ass off, Flaca scoffs loudly finding the small woman adorable

"ay what is Joey Tribbiani doing to you?"

Flaca says playfully burying Maritza's head in the pillow, the girl laughs even harder trying her best to not make a sound, after a few minutes she calms down