Overseas ( Lesbian Story)

One✈

"Would you like anything else?" The tall blonde, conservative, flight attendant asked, flashing her coffee stained teeth. "No ma'am, that would be all." I gave her half the smile she sent me as she handed me two napkins.

I turned my attention towards the sailing clouds, and still oceans as I thought about how I hated moving so much. How I'd have to start over, make new friends while still salvaging the relations that I already had. I've been on this bloody plane for what seems like weeks and I already miss London. The way every one had class, the way my girlfriend would never walk around wearing the things these girls do. Ugk. I can already tell that I'm going to hate it here.

While letting go of a prolonged sigh, I picked my phone up turning the face of it on seeing the beautiful face of none only than Tessa. She still lives in Paris. That's where we meet. At the time my father and I were living there while he was off at work. I should have known that we wouldn't spend much time with her, by the looks of how my father and i travel... Nevertheless, I saw her two weeks ago, and being even farther away from her is killing me.

I clicked my screen of ridding myself from any further torture I might have to offer myself. I sipped my tea, before dosing off to sleep..

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"Does she have to stay with us mom, really?" I asked getting pissed off of thinking about a gay bitch sleeping in the same room as me. "Watch your damn mouth Shell! She's staying and that's final, and you will not disrespect her in any shape form or fashion....Do you understand me Michelle?" My mother seemed to be just as pissed of as I was. "Ighh Whatever." I stormed up to my room that I would soon be sharing in less than an hour.

"Fuck my life..." I said to myself while plopping down on my bed as I looked directly across from my side to see the bed that her dad had installed in my room. This bitch I thought to myself. Sighing I pulled my phone from my night stand, texting Malik. My boyfriend.

Me: Babe.

Baaee: Yes girl.

Me; Come scoop me...Ole girl is on her way here.

Baaee: Fine.. I'm omw I guess.

I sat up off of my bed walking to my closet putting a different crop top on as well as fixing my hair into a bun. I snatched my phone and my purse yelling "Ma I'm out I'll be back in a few." She fanned her hand in my direction signalling me to leave. And just like that I was waiting outside for bae to pick me up. While I waited I decided to throw some red lipstick on, and some lip gloss. .

I found myself waiting for about thirty minutes and Malik was a no -show. So I pulled out my phone once again seeing where this nigga was at. I called him.
Beeeeeeep

Beeeeeeep

Beeeeeeep

Beee-

"Wassup?" His deep voice filled my phone. "Nigga what you mean what's up? I've been waiting outside on the porch for thirty five minutes and you live right across the fucking street from me?" Frustration filled my voice. "Girl chill my pops said I couldn't leave the house." My heartbeat picked up getting angrier. "Nigga did he take yo phone? ......That's what I thought you could have at least fucking called me or simpler than that you could have texted me or something." Suddenly the phone went dead........... This nigga hung up on me with his girly ass he could have said something to justify this......But maybe I'm just tripping.......

All of a sudden a gold colored Rolls Royce pulled into the drive way. I'm guessing it was Mickey... Foreign Gay Girl who was staying with me for the rest of highschool year. She got out of the huge fancy car and drug bags out of her car. "Ello are you Michelle?" she said with her rugged English accent. I rolled my eyes opening the door letting my mom know who the hell was here. "Maaaaaa! Ole girl is here!" I yelled walking into the kitchen picking up a fry and placing it in my mouth. My mom turned her attention towards Mickey. "Shell why don't you go help her?" Mother offered more than asked. But I felt the need to answer anyway. "If she wants to be a dude she can tote bags like one too.." Once I finished announcing my thoughts I made my little self up to my room.

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Mickey

So it's only been two minutes and I already don't like the bitch.. She's ignorant and prolly thinks I might rape her in her sleep. She's pretty and all but I don't like her.. Fuck her and her snotty ass attitude. But I'm going to be respectful thoo. I finished getting the clothes out of my car and entered the new room I shared with Michelle. As soon as I entered the room she threw shade. "Close my door. If bet you'd like it that way." She shot while looking at the fifty two inch TV on the wall next to the door. I closed it anyway so I could let something's off my chest.

"That doesn't even make sense. Anyway, your disrespect means shit to me okay? It means NADA. But if you are going to their shade make sure you know me first and you know your facts. One: I'm a woman. I'm proud to be a woman, I find myself comfortable in male clothes. Two: Hun I don't want you yeah.. And lesbians don't automatically wasn't to have sex with every girl we may eyes on. And lastly throwing shade won't let you shine boo." I finished as I laid on the neatly made bed. Pulling my pick, phone, and earbuds out of my pocket. I plugged my headset in while I scrolled down Instagram, picking my Mohawk out.

Moments later my father called. "Hello father. " I greeted him formally like I always did. Though I didn't agree with what he does I still respect him as my father. "Hello daughter... I'll be home quickly, in finishing work now... How do you like your new sister?" He asked chuckling knowing I didn't want to be here. "Father may you please not call her that." I rolled my eyes watching the stupidity on the screen that Michelle was watching. "You two need to learn how to get along.. And be happy we are in California find some girls do something. But in the meantime I have to go... Good bye see you when I get home." I just hung up hoping to silently express my frustration with him and this entire stupid situation.

"Papas girl?... Why didnt you just move in with you mom." The rude ass Michelle shot at me. My heartbeat began to flutter, and my breathing became irregular. "Because she's dead." I said getting up walking towards the for before I started to shed tears. "Yo look I'm sorry.." A look of instant remorse for what she said came across her face. "That's why I told you don't talk about shit you don't know! Because you don't fucking know me at all! You ignorant bully!" I stormed down the stairs and out to my car.. Damn this bitch really doesn't get it through her tick skull. I thought to myself.

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Michelle

I ran after Mickey but my mom stopped me. "Chile I don't know what you said nor what you did but you better go out there and talk to her. You are NOT going to disrespect her... Now let me have to tell you one last time." She spoke firmly as she held her finger out pointing towards the front door..

I found myself knocking on the drivers side of the door but I didn't see her. She came out the side door leaning against the car. "What?" She said clearly upset her beautiful brown eyes were red and her cheeks were stained with tears. "I'm sorry... I really am and I should not have brang it up... But I know if I lost my mom I'd lose my mind...." I said standing in front of her, looking into her deep eyes. She blinked before she began.. "Last year. The day of my birthday my mother died by a homophobic bastard. They were angry at me and at her for not raising me 'correctly'.... They shot her twice in the back and once in the head... We lived in a small town... No charges were filed on the bitch who did it..." She said straight faced but tears ran down her note rosy cheeks and plump pink lips. "Daamnn boo... Sorry to hear that.. I would have never guessed." I softly said back.

"Exactly why I said don't judge me because you don't fucking know me.".

C O M M E N T ?

F E E D B A C K ?

V O T E ?

Night loves I'm going to start leaving little facts/opinions about myself at the end of every chapter of my books. Staaarrrtttiiinnnnnnggggg NOW

Fact: I find intelligence sexy as hell... and low keys freaks.. Always that.

Opinion: I feel that I should be able to marry whoever the fuck I please .. Man Woman...Whatever... If being gay is a sin then I don't want to commit another sin by living with someone I'm not married to. But what do I do if their my soulmate....

Good point or nahh