You'll Think of Me (Part 5 of 6)
Title: You'll Think of Me
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 508 words
Summary: The early days.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Author's Note: Short again and terrible way to end the chapter but another will be up late tonight.
The girls socialize, attached at the hip for most of the night.
Samantha squeezes Lindsay's hand before letting go and heading on a mission to find the washroom. She can feel the girl's eyes on her as she walks away. Glancing over her shoulder, she can't help but smile when Lindsay's head shoots down and her cheeks turn red - caught in the act.
There's a long line-up for the ladies room but tonight her single jack & coke has gone right through her. She wonders what Lindsay is doing, if she's found herself someone to talk to or if she's standing lonely waiting for her girl to return. Smiling, Samantha realizes just how much of her mind is consumed with thoughts of the red-headed beauty. She thinks about her when they're apart, when they're in the same room and even when they're standing side by side, not saying a word.
She finishes up in the washroom and looks for a towel to dry her hands with. She finds one laying on the ground covered in some kind of substance that she's positive she wants nowhere near her hands and opts to wipe her wet hands on the back of her jeans.
Back in the hallway, she nearly bumps into a tall girl - much taller than she and very scantily clad. Samantha smiles up at her politely and pushes past, craning her neck above the crowd to find Lindsay.
She sees the girl look at her and quickly look away, immersing herself in conversation with a few boys who look much too young to drink.
"Hey, sorry. Long lineup," Samantha says, sidling up to Lindsay and shaking hands with the young men.
"Uh huh," Lindsay says, her back to Samantha. She keeps talking to the boys, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to see if the DJ is still there.
It doesn't take long for Samantha to take the hint. She rolls her eyes dramatically, grabs her jacket from the closet and heads outside for some fresh air. How could things have changed so drastically in the time I was gone? she wonders. One minute I'm her whole world and the next it's like I don't exist.
She sits down on a cement ledge outside the house and pops a cigarette between her lips. Letting it hang there for a moment, she sighs and wonders if she should go back inside and confront Lindsay. Fuck it, she thinks. Girls can be moody. I'll let her blow off some steam before I ask what her problem is.
She lights the smoke quickly and tucks her lighter into the back pocket of her jeans. Crossing her ankles, she takes a breath in and watches the burning red ember - anything to distract her from current frustrations. She wonders if it's possible that she hyped up the situation too much. After all, she has placed Lindsay on a pedestal for several months past, and several months still before that first kiss changed it all. Maybe sometimes when you win, you lose.
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 508 words
Summary: The early days.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Author's Note: Short again and terrible way to end the chapter but another will be up late tonight.
The girls socialize, attached at the hip for most of the night.
Samantha squeezes Lindsay's hand before letting go and heading on a mission to find the washroom. She can feel the girl's eyes on her as she walks away. Glancing over her shoulder, she can't help but smile when Lindsay's head shoots down and her cheeks turn red - caught in the act.
There's a long line-up for the ladies room but tonight her single jack & coke has gone right through her. She wonders what Lindsay is doing, if she's found herself someone to talk to or if she's standing lonely waiting for her girl to return. Smiling, Samantha realizes just how much of her mind is consumed with thoughts of the red-headed beauty. She thinks about her when they're apart, when they're in the same room and even when they're standing side by side, not saying a word.
She finishes up in the washroom and looks for a towel to dry her hands with. She finds one laying on the ground covered in some kind of substance that she's positive she wants nowhere near her hands and opts to wipe her wet hands on the back of her jeans.
Back in the hallway, she nearly bumps into a tall girl - much taller than she and very scantily clad. Samantha smiles up at her politely and pushes past, craning her neck above the crowd to find Lindsay.
She sees the girl look at her and quickly look away, immersing herself in conversation with a few boys who look much too young to drink.
"Hey, sorry. Long lineup," Samantha says, sidling up to Lindsay and shaking hands with the young men.
"Uh huh," Lindsay says, her back to Samantha. She keeps talking to the boys, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to see if the DJ is still there.
It doesn't take long for Samantha to take the hint. She rolls her eyes dramatically, grabs her jacket from the closet and heads outside for some fresh air. How could things have changed so drastically in the time I was gone? she wonders. One minute I'm her whole world and the next it's like I don't exist.
She sits down on a cement ledge outside the house and pops a cigarette between her lips. Letting it hang there for a moment, she sighs and wonders if she should go back inside and confront Lindsay. Fuck it, she thinks. Girls can be moody. I'll let her blow off some steam before I ask what her problem is.
She lights the smoke quickly and tucks her lighter into the back pocket of her jeans. Crossing her ankles, she takes a breath in and watches the burning red ember - anything to distract her from current frustrations. She wonders if it's possible that she hyped up the situation too much. After all, she has placed Lindsay on a pedestal for several months past, and several months still before that first kiss changed it all. Maybe sometimes when you win, you lose.