You'll Think of Me (Part 3 of 6)
Title: You'll Think of Me
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 719 words
Summary: The early days.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Disclaimer: This is not real
Sorry it's so short. But since it's so short probably means I'll post another chapter today. Fair?
For awhile, they take things slow. Whenever they show up to a friend's place, they enter separately and leave separately only to meet up later at either of their home's. Admittedly, it's hard for them to be in the same room without being near each other but they're not quite ready to let the novelty of their secrecy wear off. It's fun - like hide and seek - every day is like a long game; they know at the end they'll find each other.
They're set to attend a friend's birthday tonight and both are nervous, knowing too well what alcohol does to the female libido. Samantha tries to focus on the reason for the event - it's a birthday party, someone else will be the centre of attention. That may be true for everyone else in the room but she knows who will have her undivided attention.
She's never been one to worry over what to wear to an event, or in general really. But tonight, she wants to look nice - to capture the attention of one girl.
She washes her hair and tries to tie it back but it's too short. She douses it with hairspray but it looks too stiff, too unnatural. She tries on dresses, makeup, strappy shoes but none of it feels right.
Time is ticking away. Soon she'll have to leave.
She throws on a pair of dressy black jeans, a v-neck t-shirt and her leather jacket. One look in the mirror and she tucks short locks of hair behind her ears before throwing on her trademark fedora and slipping her socked feet into a pair of black and white dunks. Perfect, she thinks, I look just like me.
Lindsay has spent hours getting dressed. Checking the mirror, and checking again. She wants to make sure her hair is just right, that her jeans hug all the right curves, that her shirt shows just the right amount of cleavage - not so much that it looks trashy, but enough to invite a certain pair of curious eyes.
It's nowhere near time to leave yet but she's been preparing all day. From the moment she got out of bed, it's been a countdown. Only a few more hours until I see my girl, she thinks to herself.
Her girl. She likes the way that sounds. It's not quite official, but she thinks it's safe to say she has staked a claim on the older woman's heart.
The whole situation still feels slightly foreign to her. It amazes her how electricity courses through her when Samantha touches her skin, how intensely the girl looks at her from across the room - it makes her realize what she has been missing all along.
She has always been a fool for love and she won't deny it. From the time she was a teenager, she craved comfort and someone's arms to be in. At every chance possible, she filled that void with men who told her just what she wanted to hear to get just what they wanted.
For the first time, she knows what it's like to feel complete. Samantha is someone she can talk to, be intellectual with. Samantha is also someone who knows just how to hold her, how to look at her and make her feel like a goddess. Samantha is someone who tells it like it is. She doesn't tell Lindsay what she wants to hear but instead what she needs to hear. Samantha is someone who supports her in whatever she does, is never mad when Lindsay calls her at 3 am just to say hello, and knows just what it's like to be a young woman chasing her dreams.
Her phone buzzes and she picks it up. A text message displayed on the screen reads: "was just thinking of u. c u soon. xo SR"
She smiles, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Looking at the clock, she notes that two more hours remain before the party that is happening just inside the city. She can't wait any longer and grabs her keys. Samantha's house is out of her way but she has plenty of time for a detour.
One last look in the mirror before she leaves - she's glowing, in love. And she wants everyone to know it.
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 719 words
Summary: The early days.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Disclaimer: This is not real
Sorry it's so short. But since it's so short probably means I'll post another chapter today. Fair?
For awhile, they take things slow. Whenever they show up to a friend's place, they enter separately and leave separately only to meet up later at either of their home's. Admittedly, it's hard for them to be in the same room without being near each other but they're not quite ready to let the novelty of their secrecy wear off. It's fun - like hide and seek - every day is like a long game; they know at the end they'll find each other.
They're set to attend a friend's birthday tonight and both are nervous, knowing too well what alcohol does to the female libido. Samantha tries to focus on the reason for the event - it's a birthday party, someone else will be the centre of attention. That may be true for everyone else in the room but she knows who will have her undivided attention.
She's never been one to worry over what to wear to an event, or in general really. But tonight, she wants to look nice - to capture the attention of one girl.
She washes her hair and tries to tie it back but it's too short. She douses it with hairspray but it looks too stiff, too unnatural. She tries on dresses, makeup, strappy shoes but none of it feels right.
Time is ticking away. Soon she'll have to leave.
She throws on a pair of dressy black jeans, a v-neck t-shirt and her leather jacket. One look in the mirror and she tucks short locks of hair behind her ears before throwing on her trademark fedora and slipping her socked feet into a pair of black and white dunks. Perfect, she thinks, I look just like me.
Lindsay has spent hours getting dressed. Checking the mirror, and checking again. She wants to make sure her hair is just right, that her jeans hug all the right curves, that her shirt shows just the right amount of cleavage - not so much that it looks trashy, but enough to invite a certain pair of curious eyes.
It's nowhere near time to leave yet but she's been preparing all day. From the moment she got out of bed, it's been a countdown. Only a few more hours until I see my girl, she thinks to herself.
Her girl. She likes the way that sounds. It's not quite official, but she thinks it's safe to say she has staked a claim on the older woman's heart.
The whole situation still feels slightly foreign to her. It amazes her how electricity courses through her when Samantha touches her skin, how intensely the girl looks at her from across the room - it makes her realize what she has been missing all along.
She has always been a fool for love and she won't deny it. From the time she was a teenager, she craved comfort and someone's arms to be in. At every chance possible, she filled that void with men who told her just what she wanted to hear to get just what they wanted.
For the first time, she knows what it's like to feel complete. Samantha is someone she can talk to, be intellectual with. Samantha is also someone who knows just how to hold her, how to look at her and make her feel like a goddess. Samantha is someone who tells it like it is. She doesn't tell Lindsay what she wants to hear but instead what she needs to hear. Samantha is someone who supports her in whatever she does, is never mad when Lindsay calls her at 3 am just to say hello, and knows just what it's like to be a young woman chasing her dreams.
Her phone buzzes and she picks it up. A text message displayed on the screen reads: "was just thinking of u. c u soon. xo SR"
She smiles, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Looking at the clock, she notes that two more hours remain before the party that is happening just inside the city. She can't wait any longer and grabs her keys. Samantha's house is out of her way but she has plenty of time for a detour.
One last look in the mirror before she leaves - she's glowing, in love. And she wants everyone to know it.