Ariana Imagines

#150: Last One's On

I walked along the sidewalk with a book in my hand and a long bag hanging off my shoulder. Anyone could tell I was a student. To top it all off, I sat down at a bus stop. I sighed and took out my hair that was in a ponytail, requirement for the top all-girls school of town. My headache lessened, my hair falling down to it's full length. My short bangs being swung by the breeze and giving air to my forehead. I close my eyes and soak in the air and try to relax myself from a terrible week. 

I open my eyes abruptly as I feel someone sitting on my skirt. I look beside myself and see another ponytail and button-up. She laughs loudly with her friend without as much as an apology. I roll my eyes and watch the cars passing by. I always look ahead of me knowing that no one was looking for me. I look to the clouds and the baby blue filler. My eyes barely opened now, I can feel myself shrinking where I sit. 

Suddenly my surroundings turn black.

Without 5 minutes passing, I feel someone pushing my shoulder. I make a noise as I wake adjusting my eyes on a girl. Ponytail and button-up, brown eyes, brown hair, and orange smooth skin. 

"Hurry the bus." she says looking behind her. I follow her eyes to the bus and get my things quickly and we both go in just before the doors close. The bus is already almost full of girls from the school. We both enter the fair and look at each other, before I open my mouth to say something she starts walking down the aisle. She goes all the way down as rule of the bus that everyone must fill the first rows down as they enter. We both find a seat together. 

As we adjust, I thank her for her waking me. "No problem." she says looking in front of her. A few other girls were looking back at the two of us then as they turn back around to their friends giggle. With no indication of further conversation, I lean my head back on the hard cushion. 

"They were laughing at you, you know?" she says leaning her head back too. 

I nod against the cushion, "I know." we stay quiet. I try to sneak a good look at her trying to recognize her, but nothing comes in my head.  

"What's your name?" I ask. 

"Ariana Grande." she says bringing a terrible taste to my mouth. One of the popular girls, suddenly my body loosens and I let out a sigh. Surely one of their evil tricks were going to take place. I sat and waited for a while but nothing happened. 

"Why do people hate you?" she asks me finally giving me a look. "Hmm, you don't know..." I mumble to myself really, "Well, I guess girls think I'm looking up their skirts every second." I shrug. She gives me a face that is asking for more. 

"I'm gay." I say sharply without a care. I can see her face a little shocked. Before she says anything I continue, "But I am NOT looking at girls like their rabbits and I'm the hungriest wolf in the world alright?" I cross my arms dramatically. She chuckles. "Alright."

We stay quiet for a few more seconds. This time I look in front of me. A little stubborn I admit. 

"My brother is gay, he goes to an all boys school." I listen to her. That's tough, I think to myself. Of course I know how he feels in some form. And for some reason that drew me closer to Ariana. The following weeks at school we begun to talk a lot and eventually started going to her house and talking with her brother. She was always quiet when me and Frankie talked across the table. Always exchanging long looks between us and listening with great precision. 

One night she wanted me to sleepover but I told her that I most likely couldn't, my parents wouldn't let me. 

"Come on, just ask." 

"I'd rather not really." I said. "Want my mom to talk to her?" Ariana says and we just look at each other blankly. 

Turns out I could stay over, we got a bunch of snacks and watched a movie in her bedroom. Despite having to wear uniform, she was incredibly fashionable and girly. She had many cute things in her room that always kept me interested. My room was pretty bland. Mostly just music posters. 

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"Hey want to hang out after school?" I hear beside me and find Ariana. I close my locker and shrug, "Sure." she smiles and walks to her next class. 

After school, we find each other at the bus stop. 

"We're taking the bus?" I ask as I stand next to her. "No, we don't have to." she says. "I rather we do. I don't want to be anywhere near our classmates. Let's go downtown." I said and she nods. 

When we get downtown and into a nice lunch spot, we both get some kind of sushi. I drink up the last of my miso soup and just as I am my eyes look up to Ariana's staring eyes and I almost choke. They held more emotion than usual. 

"What's wrong?" I ask setting down my little bowl as if scared that I'd break it.

"I just want to tell you something. That I haven't told anyone." she says in a quiet voice. "Okay.." I mumble a little tense but trying to ease myself to ease Ariana. "I think... I think I like girls. Just how I like boys too." her eyes look down at her sushi as she plays with it with her chopsticks.

"It's okay to like both. You aren't doing any wrong if that's what you think." I say. 

"I don't think I'm doing wrong, I just I feel scared for some reason. Like someone's holding my throat all the time, but I don't know why." she says. 

"It's alright, that's how I felt. I guess it's the fact that we are afraid of being judged. But I won't judge you, how can I? Your family loves you." I say matter of factly. She smiles at me and as she continues to look at me a shadow casts over her and is marked in that same concern as seconds before. 

"I also think I like someone. A girl."

"Hmm?" 

"I-I like you Y/N." 

I stop chewing my sushi and look at her with wide eyes. I never got the hint that she liked me. We hung out a lot but I never got the impression that she liked me. So in return I just was friendly. I never flirted only complimented to be kind. I did like her of course, but I never took it far enough. 

"You do?" I ask after swallowing down my sushi. 

"Y-Yes." 

"I had no idea." I said still a little surprised. "Really?" she asked and all I could do was nod. 

"Ariana, I'm glad you told me. I want to help you through your journey. I would love to be with you, really. You just need to know that, this is gonna be hard. You're going to be judged." 

She shakes her head. "I don't care. You will be there right?" 

"Of course." 

"Than I don't care." she states surely. 

I take her hand across the table and smile at her.