Chapter 2

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Laughter rung through the quiet streets of the night as Noelle and Jaxon walked to Noelle's house with their friends from drama club, Blair and Alexianna. Once the party was ending the two girls asked if they could join the inseparable pair and Noelle simply couldn't refuse their offer seeing as they helped organize the birthday bash. Since she didn't live far the four decided on walking and during their journey the four became quite close. 

Blair was quite tall, standing at about 6 feet. Her black hair was cut where the sides and back were buzzed off with an electric razor but the top was long enough to where it fell just in front of her brown eyes falling to the left side. A diamond stud sat on her right ear, joining with her black long sleeve shirt, black jeans, and black converse to give her a Gothic look. The black leather jacket and black eyeliner, lipstick, and eye shadow assisted in completing the look as well as her pale skin, definitely making her stand out beautifully in a crowd.

 Alexianna-- or Alex as they called her-- on the other hand was almost her polar opposite. Blue eyes with much more natural-looking make-up on, olive-tone foundation covering any blemishes she may have. She looked almost like a child only being 5 foot 3 wearing a pastel pink shirt with a white overall dress accompanied by white socks and matching pastel-pink high-tops and a white scrunchee holding up half of her pale blonde hair. Her bangs curled just above her baby blue eyes and across her forehead, making her appear much younger than 17, the same age as Blair. However, even though they looked so different, no one could deny that they were an adorable couple, especially with Alexianna grasping tightly onto Blair's arm which was draped over her shoulder.

 Laughter sounded once again as they spoke of anything and nothing all at once, all enjoying each other's company as they walked along the dark road. Eventually they all arrived at Noelle's nice little trailer and climbed up the stairs to enter. Noelle swung the door open with ease, a rare light shining in her eyes as she called out to her mother.

 An older-looking version of Noelle came from around the corner, a red apron over her nice red blouse and black slacks. Despite her professional appearance she looked comfortable, her black flats allowing her to glide across the floor to envelope her daughter in a great big bear hug with ease. "Welcome home, dear," she said in a voice sweet as sugar. Noelle blushed red as a rose but smiled despite it, returning her mother's embrace.

"Hi, mom," she returned. Clarissa Farce finally released her daughter, causing her to take a deep breath in.

"How was school? Did you enjoy Jaxon's little surprise party?" she asked, eager to hear of her daughter's day and, hopefully, her new friends.

"Yeah it was really fun! I brought a couple friends over, too. Mind if they spend the night?"

Clarissa refrained from letting lose her yell of excitement, instead only letting out a smile sunlight would envy. At least, that's what Noelle always believed. "Yes of course! Your friends are always welcome!" She then turned to the couple behind her daughter, smiling yet again as the two looked up at her, the darker one's arm still around the one in pink. "Hello, I'm Clarissa, Noelle's mom. It's nice to finally actually meet you!"

The two girls returned the older woman's smile, finding the gentleness comforting and the happiness contagious. "Hi, I'm Blair. This is my girlfriend, Alexianna. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Farce," Blair greeted, but her face contorted from a soft smile into a look of shock once she realized she had introduced them as a couple. It was a small town, after all, and people weren't exactly fond of the LGBTQ+ community there. It was the reason Jaxon now lived with Noelle, he was disowned when he came out as trans to his parents. But the gentleness and acceptance in the middle-aged woman's eyes easily calmed her nerves and she released the tension from her arm around her petite girlfriend, whose grip never faltered. 

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