Not a Love Song (possible oneshot)
Part 3 of You'll Think of Me should be up in a few hours and also a new Naomily fic for anyone interested. Need to get some sleep first.
Title: Not a Love Song
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 463 words
Summary: The early days. Before the love story.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real. But this is what happens when I write at 4 am.
Samantha wakes up to a face tucked into the crook of her neck. She shifts to get a better view and can't help but smile. The girl looks innocent as she sleeps, her lips pouty and slightly parted. She runs her fingers through soft red locks and listens to her laboured breaths of slumber.
For a moment, she's content to just lay here and bask in the moment. This is happiness, she thinks - perfection.
It's just past 11 in the morning and Samantha is meeting her brother for lunch. She feels sweaty and exhausted; realizes her need for a shower. But she doesn't want to go anywhere; she's perfectly happy where she is.
She wiggles her way out of bed. The girl's hand reaches out and tries to hold on tight but after a moment she lets go and steals Samantha's side of the bed.
Samantha stands under the shower head, the water falling upon her as hot as she can tolerate. Drops of water run slowly down her back and she imagines they're Lindsay's fingers - delicate, careful and possessive as they cling to her skin.
When she can't take the heat anymore, Samantha jumps out and wraps a towel around her thin frame and uses a smaller towel to shake dry her short hair.
She hears music in the kitchen and knows she wasn't the one to turn it on. Smiling, she walks out, hoping to catch Lindsay singing along. She hears the front door close quietly and her heart sinks, just as it has each time before.
On the kitchen table is a steaming mug of coffee and a plate, empty except for the handwritten note upon it.
"Had to run. Call U later. xx LL." it reads. Samantha picks up the note and shakes her head, desperately fighting tears. She knows Lindsay won't call. In a few days, Samantha will start to worry and call the girl to see if she's okay. As usual, they will both pretend that nothing happened, make plans to see each other and know just how the story will end.
Samantha sits and takes a sip of her coffee - three spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of cream, just how she likes it. Lindsay knows this and has left it prepared just so. She loves me, Samantha says out loud to herself, and convinces herself that hope is the reason she continues to let her heart be broken when the girl runs scared. One day she'll stop being afraid and she'll stay, she thinks. I'll just keep waiting because I love her too.
Title: Not a Love Song
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 463 words
Summary: The early days. Before the love story.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real. But this is what happens when I write at 4 am.
Samantha wakes up to a face tucked into the crook of her neck. She shifts to get a better view and can't help but smile. The girl looks innocent as she sleeps, her lips pouty and slightly parted. She runs her fingers through soft red locks and listens to her laboured breaths of slumber.
For a moment, she's content to just lay here and bask in the moment. This is happiness, she thinks - perfection.
It's just past 11 in the morning and Samantha is meeting her brother for lunch. She feels sweaty and exhausted; realizes her need for a shower. But she doesn't want to go anywhere; she's perfectly happy where she is.
She wiggles her way out of bed. The girl's hand reaches out and tries to hold on tight but after a moment she lets go and steals Samantha's side of the bed.
Samantha stands under the shower head, the water falling upon her as hot as she can tolerate. Drops of water run slowly down her back and she imagines they're Lindsay's fingers - delicate, careful and possessive as they cling to her skin.
When she can't take the heat anymore, Samantha jumps out and wraps a towel around her thin frame and uses a smaller towel to shake dry her short hair.
She hears music in the kitchen and knows she wasn't the one to turn it on. Smiling, she walks out, hoping to catch Lindsay singing along. She hears the front door close quietly and her heart sinks, just as it has each time before.
On the kitchen table is a steaming mug of coffee and a plate, empty except for the handwritten note upon it.
"Had to run. Call U later. xx LL." it reads. Samantha picks up the note and shakes her head, desperately fighting tears. She knows Lindsay won't call. In a few days, Samantha will start to worry and call the girl to see if she's okay. As usual, they will both pretend that nothing happened, make plans to see each other and know just how the story will end.
Samantha sits and takes a sip of her coffee - three spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of cream, just how she likes it. Lindsay knows this and has left it prepared just so. She loves me, Samantha says out loud to herself, and convinces herself that hope is the reason she continues to let her heart be broken when the girl runs scared. One day she'll stop being afraid and she'll stay, she thinks. I'll just keep waiting because I love her too.