Whirlwind of trouble

12

We walk home, stumbling side to side and our feet padding heavily against the concrete floor. Our head is intoxicated by the high percentage of alcohol we had tonight and yet it's only 1 am. Tonight has been the best night in almost 6 years as sad as that is to say.

Daniel was always the light of my life but since losing my father and him, I've had no reason to be happy. Work was a distraction but it wasn't enough.

Actually being out and drinking and making a friend was so amazing but it's this moment right here that makes me most happy. The way we're walking down the street together happily consumed by our alcohol intake. Our shoulders bump rhythmically and it's down to how confident we are with one another now.

"I can't believe you managed to get a straight girl to kiss you" emma giggles in shock, as though it's the weirdest thing she's seen in a long while. She batters her eyelashes but I'm unsure if she's feeling vulnerable right now or whether or not she's trying to simply set her vision straight. But either way I laugh it off. "How do you do that?! I didn't even get a kiss off a straight guy i had been grinding on all damn night"

"I told you, I could turn any girl" I giggle with a blush.

"Not me" she pouts. Yet it almost sounds like an act of a challenge so I immediately stop in my feet and watch as she takes a few unsteady steps forward before she stops to look back at why I seem to have come to a sudden halt. "Why'd you stop?" Without any words spoken I rushed to her, with a burst of energy and my heart racing. I places one hand in her beautiful curve and one upon her burning cheek. I slowly licked my lips and tucked a generous amount of hair behind dainty little ear. "Regina" she drawn out, with her voice low and raspy as though she has been seduced. I take a big stride forward causing her to take a step back, and then another until she was crushed against the wall of a tall building and my warm body, pressing my breasts into hers. She peers down at the situation, looking at our bodies joining as one. "I...I-" But she just couldn't finish her sentence. I gently brushed my nose against hers and suddenly her lips part and I felt her warm breath tingle my neck. I cupped her chip with my hand ready to steer her in for the kiss and she gently leant forward but only slightly.
But that's when it cluck. I so desperately wanting to smash my lips into hers, drag her back to me big home and make her mine, but I couldn't. I couldn't ruin the possible change of a friendship and nor could I put my heart out there again for it to be broken, or for her heart to be broken for me curse of trouble that's always in my way. I couldn't bare the thought of something happening to her just as it has to everyone I've been with.

So I quickly pull away, and I see her deflate and let out a sharp breath. "See, I easily could of" I joked, trying to make the situation a little more bearable and less awkward. "You was swooning over me, I know it"

"In your dreams. I was simply stringing you along. I wasn't going to kiss you" she huffed and puffed as she started marching miles in front.

"Mhmm" I tut. "Keep thinking that Swan" I chuckle, as I hurry my feet to catch up with the bashful blonde that has burning red cheeks and tries everything in her will power to avoid eye contact. I was just teasing her but maybe, just maybe she is curious and wonders what it's like to be with a woman.

"Swan? My birth mother used to call me that" she smiles sadly and scuffs her feet along the path.

"Used to?"

"I used to be in foster care, my mother used to have visits every week; she was never good with her memory from a young age and tried very hard to build a life for the two of us, but it wasn't enough. We couldn't afford the rent, the bills and eventually the water bills. Social services said I was neglected but I knew that wasn't the case. I was 6 months old when they took me into care and every week my mother had visited. My grandmother had me when I was 5 and when she fell sick I went back into the system which made it more difficult for my mother to have visitation rights despite the fact I knew I was never neglected. She explained to me that she tried so hard to do what's best for us both but Foster care got difficult after that" she sighs, wiping away the single tear that trickles down her face. "Mary Margaret is my foster mother and she adopted me when I was 12 and I've been so happy since"

"Do you not see your mother anymore?"

"She has Alzheimer's, some days she's really good, remembers me, she either calls me Swan or Emmy which my adoptive mother has grown to call me, but others days are dark. She gets angry and rejects me visiting; she doesn't allow me to come in if she doesn't recognise me. She sometimes forgets me. But my son, she remembers him everyday without fail." She smiles. "I'm the only person she has, that's why I moved into town again. She lives in a care home but I fear she doesn't have long until she forgets us all and simply doesn't know how to function. My adoptive parents are moving over here in a months time for retirement. It's a nice little town so I'll have both my mothers by my side again"

"I'm so sorry to hear" I pout, swaying beside her. "I actually know what's it's like. When I was young, probably about 12 my grandma actually had Alzheimer's. She was aggressive with it. She would throw things at my father and I would cry in the corner. She didn't remember any of us and would pack her suitcase with the most random items. She once turned up at my neighbours with her suitcase full of coat hangers and a television remote. She claimed she had run away from her parents as though she was 18. Her husband used to live in that house and I guess that's why she went there, because that's the only place her mind will remember."

"Its horrible. You go everyday walking on egg shells not knowing whether today will be a good or bad day. It's nice to talk to someone who understands. Thank you regina" she smiles.

"No problem Emmy"

She smiles, bashfully, happily, sadly, full of emotions and I think it's because she's missed hearing her little nickname her mom used to call her. That night; we drew closer and closer and I could see Emma becoming a good friend. We had so much in common and despite how much she put up a wall, called abuse to me, flipped her middle finger at me or told me how much she hates how forward I am, deep down she can't resist my kindness and she feels the urge to be-friend me. I walked Emma home, said my good nights and wondered all night what would have happened if I didn't pull away. Would she really have kissed me?

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A/n: I know, I'm a bitch. Sorry not sorry.
Two chapters in one day, and they very almost kissed! But what fun would that be? I simply love stringing you guys along 😉
A few more chapters I promise.