Cottage on the Hill (MxMxMxMxM)

Chapter Twelve

7:13am, Wednesday October 21th

The sun hasn't fully risen, or really started yet and the room is bathed in an eerie sort of light that you don't usually see. I'm either asleep or running at this time of morning, or so tired that I can't see straight. I picked up my phone and sighed, another text from Cora.

Cora and Elliot

6:17am

Cora

I'm just about to leave for school

But

Good morning

My parents said they're picking me up for ice cream this afternoon

You should come

I can text you where we are going

If you want that is

It's ok if you don't

I just thought

You might, I dunno, want to see me

Or something

I frowned. She's a serial texter. Not a bad thing, but rather hard to answer. She could have just put that in one message, though I guess she was typing it as she would have said it. I sometimes text like that, but my lovers always text me back before I can finish, I've learnt to get my point across quickly.

Cora and Elliot

7:16am

Elliot

Your parents hate me

Cora

They don't...

Well

They do

But they can get over that

They're just jealous

Elliot

They called me a faggot

Cora

I told them not to do that

And got grounded

But it was worth it

Elliot

Do you believe what they're telling you?

Cora

Not really

I put my phone down and sighed. Do I want a relationship with her? I haven't had one since she was a kid and it's kind of... scary now. She's grown up hearing that I should go to hell and that our parents were drunks who didn't care for us. Will she believe me if I tell her they're wrong? I don't even know if I'm wrong, about the gay thing, that is. I doubt I'm going to hell, and if I am, who the hell cares?

Pretty sure the devil likesyou to sin, so I doubt he'll be punishing me when I get there. He'll probably give me a cocktail and the WIFI password and we'll be on our way! But I don't believe in such things, so it doesn't matter. Not yet, anyway.

"What's the face for?" Cas asked, voice thick with sleep. I looked down at him.

"Cora is texting me," I said, shrugging.

He hummed. "Cuddle me."

I grinned and obliged, lying down beside him and pressing my face into his shoulder. I breathed in his scent and smiled. His fingers ran up and down my back.

"What was she saying?" he didn't open his eyes.

"She asked if I would come and get ice cream with her this afternoon."