Blessings In Disguise (lesbian)

(10) Smelled Like Old Spice With A Hint Of BenGay

January 16th 2006

Dylan almost sloshed a bit of her extremely potent coffee onto the rapidly forming strip, which would soon appear in a profusion of newspapers when the doorbell rang in an otherwise eerily quiet apartment. Before she gained a tiny roommate, whenever it was quiet she didn't refer to the silence as eerie. There just wasn't any noise. She had grown used to and relished the variety of sounds Robin made whenever she was awake.

Now she was spending more time in the apartment her Aunt Layne found and began renting last week, so the sounds were fewer. However, Dylan wasn't too heartbroken considering that the muralist's apartment was only one floor below hers. Talk about convenient for her 'Robin Fix'.

Dropping her pencil in a glass jar whose original purpose was for housing dill pickles, Dylan headed toward the door, reaching it just as her visitor buzzed again. Throwing the door open, she initially smiled brightly at the blonde standing on her welcome mat. It dimmed before either of them spoke.

Noticing, Dylan's visitor smiled anyway. "Good afternoon, Dyl."

"You came."

Moving across the threshold, she closed the door. Placing a hand on Dylan's chest, she flashed the beautiful face a grin. "Not lately babe, but if you're offering to help I'm very willing to participate."

Dylan purposefully took two steps backward so the unsolicited appendage couldn't touch her. "Cut the crap. The first thing you do is flirt with me?" Tugging her glasses off, she folded the arms, walking over to the coffee table to lay them there. "Much seemingly hasn't changed with you."

Her unexpected guest shrugged, following and inviting herself to sit on the couch since apparently no one else in the room would. "According to someone I am an evil woman, so..."

Dylan thought about offering an apology for the song played in Celeste's 'honor' yet dismissed the idea. Sharing the same space with her for five seconds and she was already irritated. "So, you heard the live message from me?"

Celeste shook her head, which no longer held any traces of the strawberryish dye she was accustomed to wearing. Her hair color was now closer to that of Layne's, perhaps a shade lighter. "I've been working at a restaurant in a Vegas casino and another employee who's always listening to the radio told me about this woman named Dylan, who was looking for her ex-girlfriend, Celeste. She innocently mentioned it because that's my name and I don't think there are too many Celestes walking around as opposed to the Marys, Lisas and Sarahs of the world. She was tickled that Dylan wanted the host to play Evil Woman after she finished."

Looking so comfortable on her ex-girlfriend's couch, she folded one leg over the other, gray eyes gazing toward the high ceiling as she continued. "The next day--Friday-- I made sure I was tuned in when Chew the Fat came on and heard you for myself. Your story sounded so outlandish that I didn't have it in me to simply ignore you. That evening I used my tips to fill up my car, worked overtime on the weekend since I requested to have the next several days off and then started the drive here early this morning."

As though she believed there wasn't enough room on the couch for the both of them to sit, Dylan occupied its arm. "I'll give you outlandish, but it wasn't a story. Everything I said was the truth." Celeste proceeded to stare toward her for so long that the brunette had to will her body not to fidget under her unblinking perusal. "What? What are you thinking?"

"You never loved me, did you?" Celeste's voice sounded gentle, deceptively like her twin sister.

"Is that what you were thinking?"

"It's what I'm inquiring."

After a moments thought, Dylan decided against sugarcoating her reply. "I cared for you, but no I was never in love with you. It didn't take long for me to figure out that I most likely never would be."