This Ain't A Scene ~ Sequel to Can You Hear Me? (COMPLETED)

Hallelujah, I Love Her So

Once we were approved for Ana to spend the night, she and I got into her car to go get some clothes and even her dog. We began our drive down the road, and I held onto Ana's hand as she steered with her left hand.

We arrived at her house quietly. Not a word had been spoken at all though the trip, and I could tell by the lights above her carport that she was about to cry again. I got out and went over to her side, opening the door for her. When she didn't move, I leaned in and hugged her. Her shoulders began to shake again as I heard little sobs coming from her mouth. I rubbed her back, allowing her to just rest for a minute.

I picked up on barking in the house, most likely from Uno, and pulled away reluctantly. "C' mon, we gotta get your stuff." She nodded, wiping tears away, and led me into the house.

I don't know how else to describe the house other than messy. Ana led me into her bedroom and asked me to pick out some cute outfits for her to wear, then left to deal with Uno's things. I looked around her room, picking up a suitcase.

She was going to be exhausted a lot this week, so I threw in a pair of sweatpants I found along with a couple of oversized t-shirts. I threw her work uniform in as well, not entirely sure when she would be going back in, and I also threw in some jeans. I picked a couple of funny t-shirts and threw them in as well, then got her some PJs. Ana came back in just as I was about to look at shoes.

"What did you pack?" She asked, moving to another drawer. Underwear came out, along with a couple of bras.

"Your uniform, a pair of sweatpants and a couple of oversized shirts so you can be comfy, but also some cute outfits and pajamas." Ana grinned after I finished signing and kissed my cheek, sealing in the last of the things she needed.

"Are you going to grab Uno's dog bed?" I asked, following her to the car.

She nodded, "I'm putting this stuff in the trunk."

By the time the clock hit midnight we were on our way back to my house. I kept my hand in Ana's, rubbing it with my thumb. There was no music, there was no conversation, only silence. We reached my house and got Uno settled in, then I led her to my room.

We both changed into pajamas, and I helped her into my bed. I barely got in before she began crying again. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I couldn't shush her, all I could do was run my hand up and down her back or through her hair. She tangled her legs in mine and just sobbed into my chest. After an hour, she passed out from exhaustion. I was asleep soon after.

We both awoke the next morning still exhausted. Well, I woke about an hour before Ana did, choosing to stay in bed with her and watch Thomas Sanders with the subtitles on. I watched as Mom appeared in the door, and upon seeing us nodded and left. Ana's breathing was deep, and occasionally she would clutch me tighter. After about half an hour of me being up, I figured I would take a selfie for Instagram. Ana was adorable and I wanted to show everyone.

I turned the camera on us and made some adjustments so that people would understand that no Ana and I did not have sex last night. I also made sure to cover Ana's face. She hated being seen without makeup, and me posting her on social media without said makeup would piss her right off. I snapped the picture and captioned it "I love her so much" with a couple of hearts. I looked at the picture and realized something. This would be the first time people would be seeing the bandages. 

Oh well, it's too late for that mess to be stopped. I shrugged and tucked the phone away, turning to wrap my arm around Ana again. Her breath tickled my throat as I continued to stroke her hair. I could feel her smile in her sleep, and I sighed contently. The post was true, I loved her so much. She has quite literally helped me discover a piece of myself that I would have never considered.

My phone went off, and I looked at it. Of course, Instagram was going insane, but one notification stood out.

instagram: [stumyeve] franthomas commented on your picture: I'm so glad you've settled in with the Stumps! Message me!

Is that who I think it is? I quickly clicked on the notification and went to her profile. It really was her! I clicked on her profile and saw a bunch of pictures of her with her new parents. I quickly followed her and clicked on the message button.

[stumpyeve]: Oh my god hi! How have you been?

After a few minutes, she responded: I'm doing great, I saw you started dating Ana. You two are so cute together!

We ended up talking until Ana woke up. She lives in Washington State now, her parents moved shortly after I was adopted and came to pick her up the day after I left. She said she's happy, which I was grateful for. We talked about calling each other later, so we could introduce each other's families to each other.

"Who are you texting?" Ana mumbled against my neck.

I went back to Fran's profile and looked for a certain picture. Fran had this account for a while, and I knew she had posted a picture of the two of us back when I was her age. I found it and showed my sleepy girlfriend. 

"Old friend?" She asked. 

I nodded and turned my phone off. 

"What were you doing on Instagram anyway?" She asked, nuzzling her face into my neck. I traced the word "Selfie" onto her arm. Once it hit her though, she bolted upright, "You took a selfie? Lemme see!"

I giggled and showed her, watching her reaction. She shrugged, "Cute." She laid back down, this time, right on top of me. I laughed, obliging to the cuddle request.