The Girl From Spain (girlxgirl)

Day 36: Sally

This is gonna be a long one so grab some snacks and please let me know your thoughts! <3

Sally was nervous. Again.

Maybe she wasn't used to it anymore, maybe the anxiety was just stronger than ever before, but the erratic beating of her heart, the sweaty palms, and quick breaths couldn't possibly be normal anymore.

No one but Mila was able to make her nervous. Lately, she had felt a lot of things - mainly sadness and loneliness - but never nervousness. Not even before or during the date she had been on with the woman from the club. She had been bored, impatient, and beyond mad at herself that she couldn't find herself interested in anyone.

She wondered if she had built it all up in her head. It simply wasn't logical that one person could make her feel so much.

Half an hour before Mila was supposed to meet her, Sally presented herself to Jake. "Do I look okay? Casual enough so she won't think I think it's a real date but good enough so she will realize how much she misses and wants to fuck me?"

Jake seemed overburdened by her question. "Um. Yeah?"

"Okay. Cool." Sally took a few deep breaths and sat down. The jeans and shirt she was wearing were some of the most casual clothes she possessed. The jeans were so wide that the belt she was wearing was a necessity rather than an accessory and the old and oversized band shirt had been in the very back of her closet.

She would not overdress again just because she and Mila had different definitions of the term 'date'. And she would not get her hopes up.

"So, what exactly is she doing here?" Jake asked. His attention fully shifted from the book in his lap to her.

Sally laughed. It was a crazy, shrill laugh that ended in entirely helpless groans. Burying her head in her hands, she let herself fall on the couch. "I don't know."

She didn't know how the evening would go but a lot of the scenarios in her head were bad. Either way, she figured, the night had the potential to be one of the best or worst nights of her life.

"How long will she stay?"

"I don't know," Sally cried out. "She can't just do that, I need information."

She gestured with her arms and realized her armpits were stickier and wetter than they usually were. Certainly stickier and wetter than she wanted Mila to see. Or worse, smell. She jumped up. "I'm gonna take another shower."

When the doorbell rang a couple of minutes early, Sally was in her room, just finishing to apply deodorant. With shaky hands, she placed the spray on her desk and hurried to the hallway, only registering the sound of the bottle falling to the floor in the very back of her mind.

Her hand touched the doorknob and she breathed carefully, the anticipation keeping her from waiting another second. Feeling utterly unprepared, she pulled the door open and gaped in the least subtle way there was.

Dressed in a strapless, white jumpsuit, everything about Mila screamed elegance and beauty. Desperately, Sally drank in the sight of her, from the perfect curves and the dark, wild curls falling freely over her bare shoulders to the tanned skin and new freckles around her nose.

Her lips were shiny and, if Sally wasn't seeing things, there was a little mascara on her eyelashes. For the first time in the daytime and outside of a bed, she saw her without glasses.

A barely audible "Wow", escaped her lips before she crossed the distance and wrapped her arms around Mila's neck.

It wasn't the outfit, contact lenses or make-up, that Sally saw on her for the first time, that was special. Mila could take her breath away in sweatpants with sleep under her eyes. It was just... her. And a little the fact that she had dressed up for Sally.