Summary:
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his is what I imagine part of their iconic roadtrip would be like, including Cheryl's first time.
I wanted to make this one particularly realistic as to what I think happened, so you can expect conversation between them with honest emotions and interactions.
I'm aging them up to 17/18 cuz I tbh imagining 16 year olds having sex creeps me out.
“Hi, yes. Reservation for two, Antoinette Topaz,” Cheryl rests her left elbow on the host’s desk, her right hand clutching Toni’s.
The host member scans the sheet of names in front of him. “Ah, yes. Got it. Right this way, Ms. Topaz,” he says, looking Cheryl in the eyes warmly and gesturing ahead.
Cheryl’s heart flutters at the man’s mistake. She looks down at Toni to see the girl squeeze her hand more tightly.
After reaching the table, the host tries to pull out Toni’s chair. Cheryl stops him. “I’ll take it from here, sir. Thank you,” she adds, pulling out her girlfriend’s chair with a smile.
“What’re you ordering?” Toni asks finally, shoving off her leather jacket and picking up a menu.
“God, whatever’s fastest,” Cheryl says with a laugh. “We’ve been riding for hours almost nonstop and I haven’t even bothered to check my phone to see what town we’re in.”
The waiter comes over with a pitcher of water. “Good evening, ladies,” he says as he pours their cups. “West Hereford, by the way. Sorry to eavesdrop, but welcome to ‘Ford. I take it you’re on a road trip?”
Toni’s eyes narrow. “And how would you know?”
He laughs. “This is the smallest town within a 50 mile radius. No one ever comes here unless they’re stopping for food or rest services.”
Cheryl puts down her menu. “Speaking of food, can we put in our orders? I’ll have the chef’s special and a side of garden. TT?”
“Hmm, I’ll take the chicken sandwich. With honey barbecue,” she says, handing the waiter both menus. “What?” She says, noting Cheryl’s smirk.
Cheryl shrugs. “Nothing, just...you’re a sucker for all things sweet, that’s all.”
Toni crosses her arms. “Well, I like YOU, don’t I?”
Cheryl blushes. “Was that supposed to flatter me?”
Toni smirks. “Looks like it did.”
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After the meal the two of them ride up to a nearby hill to watch the stars, parking their motorcycles near and setting up a blanket on a grass plateau.
Cheryl sighs. “This is so romantic, TT,” she says, pulling the girl into her shoulder. “I’d stay here forever if I could.”
Toni murmurs in agreement against the girl’s shoulder-cap.
“I really would, Toni.” She lifts her head and looks at all the couples surrounding them, most of them about 30 feet away on their own quilts. “And look, all the other lovebirds are here enjoying the stars too.”
Toni chuckles. “Yeah.”
“What?”
“I’m sure that’s all they’re doing underneath the blankets, Cheryl,” Toni says, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
“What do you m—“ Cheryl’s eyes settle on the slight constant up and down movement of bodies of the couple to the left of them, over Toni’s shoulder. “Oh!” She says suddenly, catching on. She looks scandalized, suddenly pulling away from her girlfriend.
