forever and a night ★ crygi

chapter 14

This will be a long chapter, so buckle up and enjoy!

Crystal's POV

After a long evening spent delightfully along with Gigi, my girlfriend, we returned to the cottage. My girlfriend: hmm... It sounds weird to say it, especially referring to Gigi, but I can't say it isn't something I've been wanting to call her for a long, long time.

I had lied to Mr. Dankworth about where Gigi and I were going, so when we did return, we had to sneak back into the cottages. It was quite fun, actually: Gigi had to climb on my back to get inside our cottage's window, but we failed many times, resulting in lots of laughter. Even though I love to do all these cheesy things for Gigi, for me, it's all about the dumb things we do together that help manifest our love for each other.

Once we both did get inside the cottage, I had to go to the bathroom. This had been a lovely evening, but I was tired beyond words, and all I wanted was to lay down in bed and fall into a deep sleep. I entered the lavatory, washed my face and hands, and got into my usual jammies: neon plaid pajama pants, and a Nelly Furtado black oversized t-shirt. Once I walked outside, I was pleasantly surprised to find Gigi laying on the bed, wearing a very revealing silky lingerie ocean blue pajama set with lace edges. Once I saw her, my jaw dropped, to which she simply just laughed.

''Genevieve Goode, put some goddamn clothes on!'' I joked, covering my eyes with the back of my hand.

''Crystal, we're dating now: you better start getting used to seeing me like this more often.''

''Yeah, or what? What are you gonna do about it?'' I mumbled, putting my hands on Gigi's waist, pulling her closer to me.

''Or else...'' She said, finally pulling me into a passionate kiss.

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Gigi and I decided to watch a movie, and after forever and a night of scrolling through Netflix, we settled on Clueless. Gigi got cold at one point, so I offered her one of my sweatshirts: of course, it was neon orange and full of blue glitter, so not Gigi's style; but still, she wore it well, and the fact of seeing Gigi in something of mine melted my heart.

''Hey Gigi, are you up?'' I said, halfway through the movie. I looked at Gigi and found her curled up into a ball, deeply asleep. If in the past I thought Gigi couldn't get any cuter, it clearly was because I had never seen her asleep. She looked so angelic: a little saliva flowed down the side of her mouth, her little nose became even smaller as she inhaled, and her chest inflated and deflated, letting out low, soft snoring. I would've liked to stand up and go do something somewhere, but something inside me didn't want to leave Gigi's side; so, without another option, I cuddled next to Gigi, and deeply fell asleep.

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Gigi's POV

The noise of someone knocking on the door suddenly woke me up from my deep sleep. I tried to open my sleepy eyes, as I slightly turned my head to my right, to find a bright pink post-it stuck to my nightstand. I picked it up, and read what had been written in it with a purple gel pen.

''Hi ladylove,

I went to the square to meet with Widow and Jaida. I didn't want to wake you up because I know how much you value your hours of sleep ;) I think you should also visit your friends. Or well, friend.

Kisses,

Crystal''

I smiled as I read Crystal's note. She was right about that thing she said to me the other day: it's all about the silly things that help show our love for each other. I quickly put the note away, as I stood up from bed to open the door to whoever wouldn't stop knocking.

Apparently, Plastique was ahead of what Crystal had advised me to do, because as soon as I opened the door, I saw her standing there, cross-armed and frowning, next to Jackie. Plastique wouldn't say a word, so Jackie decided to finally say something to fill up the awkward silence.

''Hey Gigi, long time, no see! We've missed you a lot, right, Plas?'' Jackie said, turning to look at Plastique, who just walked through the door without saying a word.

''So, how's living with Crystal treating you so far?'' Jackie friendly asked, sitting on my bed. Plastique did the same.

''It's going great, actually: this experience has allowed me to really get to know Crystal, and I've learned a lot of things about her. I've learned she's so much more than a weird and kooky girl; she's a great friend and super fun to hang out with.''

''Are you even hearing yourself?'' Plastique mumbled to me, crestfallen.

''Yes, I am. And I stand by what I said: she's funny, caring, loyal, and she has been a better friend of mine in 1 week than you in 2 years.'' I clapped back. I wasn't gonna let Plastique talk like that about my best friend, my soulmate, the love of my life... even if neither Plastique nor Jackie knew Crystal was all those things to me.

''Who are you, Gigi Goode? What have you turned into? This is not the Gigi I know.'' Plastique threatened me, standing up from the bed. I could tell she was fuming mad at me: much like Sam, I could tell she wasn't used to me talking back at her.

''Same question to you, Plas: Who the fuck are you? An over-sensitive teen girl who finds it fun to constantly make fun of people who are different from her? I wish I could say I didn't know you like that, but, sadly, you've acted like this ever since you came to this school. And I know this better than anyone because I was the cause of you becoming like this; but the difference between Jackie and me, and you, is that we've matured and we don't do those things anymore; meanwhile, you still have the same pubescent brat mentality you've had for over 2 years. So get your head out of your botched ass, and leave my girlfriend and me alone!'' I yelled at Plastique, as I kicked her out of my cottage. But when I turned around, I saw Jackie gazing at me, gaping. Shit, I said too much.

''It doesn't matter, Gigi. Jackie's your friend: your only real friend, besides Crystal, really. She won't judge you. If she had to put up with Plastique's bullshit for two whole years, there is no reason why your sexual orientation would bother her now.'' I kept reminding myself, as I walked towards Jackie.

''Did you just call Crystal your girlfriend?'' Jackie asked. It was weird: she was asking me the same question Plastique had asked me some days ago; but, for some reason, it didn't sound derogatory or threatening when Jackie said it. Hmm... I guess my parents were right about that: tone really is important when asking something. I just nodded in response, as I sat down on the bed, next to her.

''Gigi, I... I didn't know you liked girls. Not that it's a bad thing but...I thought you'd tell me.'' She said, holding my hands with hers.

''Neither did I. All these years of shamelessly picking on Crystal, this senseless hatred I had for her that just seemed to come out of nowhere, was internalized homophobia at its finest. My hetero-normative bimbo brain could not conceive the fact that I was falling for a girl, especially this girl being Crystal Methyd, so I decided to suppress my feelings for her and supersede them with antipathy to her. But it wasn't until I actually got the chance to know her better, that I realized that it's okay to be gay, and that I am, in fact, in love with Crystal Elizabeth Methyd.'' I said, as my voice cracked and my eyes became glassy, and so did Jackie's.

''I'm so proud of you for telling me this. And I'm so thankful for having you as my best friend, Gigi. You're the best.'' She said, hugging me tightly.

''No, Jack, you're the best'' I said, wiping up her tears with the back of my hand.

''Please tell Crystal that she's the coolest, because you two literally make the cutest couple: definitely the oddest pair, but I can tell you love each other.''

''Madly'' I said, as we both laughed.