violentine lemons. 🍋

Never been Better

Years of fantasizing about the brunette, Violet had finally caught up with her. They were the only two sober (for the most part) ones at the party and Violet took this as a sign to take the initiative.

“Do you want to get out of here, maybe?”

She tried to be cautious and not too brash, which she had a tendency to do. She knew that Clementine easily misinterpreted things due to her innocence and gullibility.

“Oh I-I mean we could technically, but I’m not sure where Louis went or if he had a ride home and I-“

Violet stopped her, sliding a hand around Clementine’s waist and bringing her closer, lowering her voice to a whisper and moving closer to the brunette's ear.

“I’m pretty sure Louis is busy with James, maybe we should get busy too.”

When Clementine shivers; she pulls away, loving the affect that she seemed to have over her.

“We could certainly- I mean yes uh, we could” Clementine stuttered.

Violet took Clementine’s hand and led her to her car. Violet and Clementine had never done anything romantic, let alone talked, but tonight was different. Violet had wanted Clementine for years now.

Although Clementine was oblivious to her flirting and constant attempts at conversation starters, Violet was not deterred. In fact, it had only fueled her to work harder at receiving the other girl’s attention.

Violet opened the door for Clementine once they got to the car, watching her awkwardly scoot into the seat and clumsily fumble with the seatbelt. Violet smiled and gently shut the door, walking around to get in to the drivers seat.

By the time she got in the car, put on her seatbelt, and started the engine, she looked over to see Clementine still struggling with the seatbelt.

“Need a little help there?”

Clementine nodded, pouting and looking helpless which Violet actually found endearing.

The drive back to Violet’s house was quiet, but not awkward. Both girls enjoyed the hum of the old car on a quiet night, it was a nice change from the loud music and constant yelling at the party they’d been at just minute prior.

When they pulled into Violet’s driveway, Clementine suddenly looked nervous.

“You okay, Clem? You’re shaking.”

“Me? O-oh yeah! I- No I’m all good,”

“If you’re sure.”

Violet turns the key to shut off the engine when Clementine suddenly speaks.

“Are y-your parents home? I don’t want to intrude and It’s late I don’t want to-“

“No.”

“No?”

“No, they aren’t home.” Violet has a devious look in her eye, Clementine isn’t sure if she likes it or not, but she’s pretty sure she does.

Violet slips out of the car, loudly shutting it behind her, making Clementine jump a little. She appears on Clementine’s side to get the door for her.

“You know, I am capable of opening my own door,” Clementine says with a smile. She finds herself getting more comfortable with Violet as time goes on.

“Oh can you? Last time I try to be a gentleman,” Violet says with a smirk.

Violet’s house smells exactly like her, mysterious, outdoorsy, and a tinge of vanilla.