Back at One
Title: Back at One
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 921 words
Summary: Post-breakup.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real, but I miss them together.
Lindsay sits on the plush carpet in her living room. She picks up one of several remote controls and turns on the stereo. It’s too quiet, she thinks to herself, afraid to speak and hear only echoes back.
Her sister and mother have just left to go back to New York for a few weeks. “If we could stay forever, baby, we would. But Cody needs us. We’ll be back when he’s done school,” Dina had said before kissing her daughter gently on the forehead. Lindsay smiled at her but fell apart in tears before the chauffeured car had even left her driveway.
She tries to not miss Samantha. Every time her Blackberry rings she hopes it’s her calling - even just to say hi - and sometimes it is. But she knows it will be a long time before she stops wanting more than that.
The stereo comes to life immediately and she hears the familiar beginning to Lady Gaga’s Poker Face. She lets out a sigh and slouches, tempted to change the song. She remembers watching Samantha DJ at parties - watching her slim, gentle fingers work the records like she’d never seen before. It made her jealous sometimes, to see how passionate the shorthaired girl was about her career, but she knew when the night was over, Samantha’s hands would be focused only on her.
She presses another button on the remote control and the song changes. Her heart skips a bit when it begins playing. It reminds her of her past, a song from the Mean Girls sound track. It takes her back to the first time she met Samantha and somehow knew even then she wanted this woman in her life for as long as fate would allow it.
Years later, she feels maybe fate has decided their time is almost up.
One night after a business meeting, Lindsay comes home and her girlfriend is sitting on the couch, a sleeping bulldog to her left and a shiny laptop resting on her crossed legs.
“Hey baby,” Lindsay says in passing, going into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Can you come here? I need to talk to you,” Samantha yells from the other room.
They sit and talk for a while. Samantha suggests that Lindsay move into the house she already owns down the street. The usually smiley redhead is confused, she starts to cry and Samantha comforts her.
“How can I miss you if we’re never apart?” she asks, running her fingers through the girl’s long hair and extensions.
Lindsay takes a moment to think and agrees. The next day she moves her things from their shared home and into her own, empty house. It doesn’t feel like a home - it feels like somewhere she never wants to be, alone.
Tonight, it feels just as it did then. Too quiet, too many shadows, too many memories. Not enough love.
Lindsay crawls up onto her rarely used couch and pulls a blanket over herself to stay warm. She turns on the television and flips past several entertainment news channels that only shove in her face what she already knows - it’s over, I’m so alone.
She jumps when she hears the quiet but unmistakable sound of her front door unlocking. For a moment, she tries to remember just who has a key to her house. Her mother and Ali have both left town, her brother Michael is on vacation, her father is in New York and best friend would have called first. So who could it be?
Lindsay cowers on the couch, pulling the blankets tightly beneath her chin. She knows in the face of a robber she would be defenseless with her slight frame and trembling limbs.
She hears the foot steps get closer and she throws the blanket over her head, keeping her eyes squeezed tightly shut - she feels a little like a child, afraid of monsters in the dark.
A soft hand touches her shoulder and sits down on the cushion beside her. Slowly she pulls the blanket from her line of sight to see a pair of beautiful brown eyes and a messy lock of hair peeking out the front of a black beanie hat.
Samantha leans down and kisses her gently, stroking her cheek with a cool thumb.
“What…wait, how…wait…why are you here?” Lindsay sputters out, propping herself to a half-sitting position on the couch.
“I missed you,” Samantha says, her smirking smile making Lindsay’s heart beat faster.
“But, I thought-…” Lindsay begins, but Samantha’s fingertips touch her lips and she mouths ‘shhh’.
“You said you wanted to liven up our relationship, yeah?” she says, half question and half statement. “Well sneaking around will certainly be exhilarating.”
Lindsay stares at the girl, confused and unimpressed. ‘How do you figure?”
“Remember when people still questioned whether we were together? When we had to hold hands behind our backs, and hide under big jackets? That was exciting and we were happy.”
Lindsay does remember this fondly, a time when she and Samantha’s relationship was just about them - not about the fans, the tabloids, the gossip, their families. When it was just two girls so deeply in love - two girls who appreciated the time apart because they knew that would make their reunion so much more rewarding.
Lindsay nods and shyly takes Samantha’s hand in hers. “Yeah, let’s go back to that - start all over again.”
Samantha smiles flirtatiously and kisses Lindsay on the cheek. “Good start, I’m falling in love with you again already.”
One, you're like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me and
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at one
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 921 words
Summary: Post-breakup.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real, but I miss them together.
Lindsay sits on the plush carpet in her living room. She picks up one of several remote controls and turns on the stereo. It’s too quiet, she thinks to herself, afraid to speak and hear only echoes back.
Her sister and mother have just left to go back to New York for a few weeks. “If we could stay forever, baby, we would. But Cody needs us. We’ll be back when he’s done school,” Dina had said before kissing her daughter gently on the forehead. Lindsay smiled at her but fell apart in tears before the chauffeured car had even left her driveway.
She tries to not miss Samantha. Every time her Blackberry rings she hopes it’s her calling - even just to say hi - and sometimes it is. But she knows it will be a long time before she stops wanting more than that.
The stereo comes to life immediately and she hears the familiar beginning to Lady Gaga’s Poker Face. She lets out a sigh and slouches, tempted to change the song. She remembers watching Samantha DJ at parties - watching her slim, gentle fingers work the records like she’d never seen before. It made her jealous sometimes, to see how passionate the shorthaired girl was about her career, but she knew when the night was over, Samantha’s hands would be focused only on her.
She presses another button on the remote control and the song changes. Her heart skips a bit when it begins playing. It reminds her of her past, a song from the Mean Girls sound track. It takes her back to the first time she met Samantha and somehow knew even then she wanted this woman in her life for as long as fate would allow it.
Years later, she feels maybe fate has decided their time is almost up.
One night after a business meeting, Lindsay comes home and her girlfriend is sitting on the couch, a sleeping bulldog to her left and a shiny laptop resting on her crossed legs.
“Hey baby,” Lindsay says in passing, going into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Can you come here? I need to talk to you,” Samantha yells from the other room.
They sit and talk for a while. Samantha suggests that Lindsay move into the house she already owns down the street. The usually smiley redhead is confused, she starts to cry and Samantha comforts her.
“How can I miss you if we’re never apart?” she asks, running her fingers through the girl’s long hair and extensions.
Lindsay takes a moment to think and agrees. The next day she moves her things from their shared home and into her own, empty house. It doesn’t feel like a home - it feels like somewhere she never wants to be, alone.
Tonight, it feels just as it did then. Too quiet, too many shadows, too many memories. Not enough love.
Lindsay crawls up onto her rarely used couch and pulls a blanket over herself to stay warm. She turns on the television and flips past several entertainment news channels that only shove in her face what she already knows - it’s over, I’m so alone.
She jumps when she hears the quiet but unmistakable sound of her front door unlocking. For a moment, she tries to remember just who has a key to her house. Her mother and Ali have both left town, her brother Michael is on vacation, her father is in New York and best friend would have called first. So who could it be?
Lindsay cowers on the couch, pulling the blankets tightly beneath her chin. She knows in the face of a robber she would be defenseless with her slight frame and trembling limbs.
She hears the foot steps get closer and she throws the blanket over her head, keeping her eyes squeezed tightly shut - she feels a little like a child, afraid of monsters in the dark.
A soft hand touches her shoulder and sits down on the cushion beside her. Slowly she pulls the blanket from her line of sight to see a pair of beautiful brown eyes and a messy lock of hair peeking out the front of a black beanie hat.
Samantha leans down and kisses her gently, stroking her cheek with a cool thumb.
“What…wait, how…wait…why are you here?” Lindsay sputters out, propping herself to a half-sitting position on the couch.
“I missed you,” Samantha says, her smirking smile making Lindsay’s heart beat faster.
“But, I thought-…” Lindsay begins, but Samantha’s fingertips touch her lips and she mouths ‘shhh’.
“You said you wanted to liven up our relationship, yeah?” she says, half question and half statement. “Well sneaking around will certainly be exhilarating.”
Lindsay stares at the girl, confused and unimpressed. ‘How do you figure?”
“Remember when people still questioned whether we were together? When we had to hold hands behind our backs, and hide under big jackets? That was exciting and we were happy.”
Lindsay does remember this fondly, a time when she and Samantha’s relationship was just about them - not about the fans, the tabloids, the gossip, their families. When it was just two girls so deeply in love - two girls who appreciated the time apart because they knew that would make their reunion so much more rewarding.
Lindsay nods and shyly takes Samantha’s hand in hers. “Yeah, let’s go back to that - start all over again.”
Samantha smiles flirtatiously and kisses Lindsay on the cheek. “Good start, I’m falling in love with you again already.”
One, you're like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me and
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at one