Not A Love Song (Part 2)
Continuation of my oneshot, by request from csifreak90
Title: Not a Love Song (Part 2)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1226 words
Summary: The early days. Before the love story.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Samantha sits, holding the note in her hand. She tucks it in a drawer with a few others much the same.
After getting dressed, she drags her feet out the door, head down and jumps into her car. Her daily routines always seem too monotonous when she's waiting to hear from Lindsay next.
She pulls her car up outside of a street side restaurant and hands her keys to the valet. Her brother, Mark, is sitting at a table beneath some shade still wearing sunglasses. She can't help but laugh at his attempt to be inconspicuous, despite his typical attire.
They order their food and chat nonstop, having not seen each other for a few months. Mark gushes about his new girlfriend, a different one since that last time he saw his sister. Samantha doesn't mean to seem disinterested but pulls her phone from her pants' pocket anyway.
"I didn't hear it ring," Mark says, chuckling. Samantha looks up at him embarrassed and hopes their food arrives soon to take some heat off of her. She shrugs and sets it on the table beside her cutlery. "You expecting a phone call?" he asks, leaning in curiously.
Samantha shakes her head. "Not really."
"You're in love," he says, poking her forearm gently.
"What? No. How do you figure?" she responds, her defensiveness surprising them both.
"You're in love, Samantha. You're staring at that phone like you're willing it to ring. I've never seen you like this," Mark says, his eyes searching his sister's for any clue. Their food arrives and Samantha immediately digs in, trying to postpone the conversation indefinitely.
"Lots of people call me, Mark. Doesn't necessarily mean I'm in love with them."
"No, you're right. But I can tell, there's a certain someone you're hoping will call. Who is it?"
Samantha shakes her head and rolls her eyes at her brother's persistence. "Seriously not the time. I don't want to talk about this."
"Does Charlotte know?"
Samantha drops her fork and stuffs her phone in her pocket. "No, Charlotte doesn't know about her," she says, raising her voice slightly. She regrets saying this immediately.
"I knew it," Mark says, flashing a self-satisfied smile.
Samantha covers her face with her hands. She knows she'll never leave this table now without telling her brother the whole story. So, she begins, telling him how they first met one night at a crew party. She tells him how the girl shocked her with wisdom beyond her years. Naturally, some parts of the story are left out for good reason but by the time she's finished, her chest feels like it might burst.
"You have to go after her," Mark says, wiping his mouth. His expression is serious.
"How?"
"Have you talked to her about how you feel? And how she feels?"
Samantha lowers her eyes and shakes her head.
Mark gets ready to speak again when a phone rings from inside a pocket. It takes Samantha a moment to realize that it's hers. Her eyes widen and she looks at Mark first for reassurance.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Answer it!" he says, tapping her arm.
She answers and speaks quietly. "Hey...right now?...Um, yeah, I'll come by as soon as I can."
She hangs up and looks at Mark, who is so anxious he might jump right out of his chair.
"So...? What's going on?" he asks, rubbing his hands together as though he's got a plan.
"She, uh...wants me to come and help her pick out shoes," Samantha says, her voice lacking any inflection. She tries not to reveal how ecstatic she is that the girl actually called.
"Why are you still sitting here?"
"I came to have lunch with you and I'm not just going to ditch." She fidgets with her hands under the tablecloth and taps her foot anxiously.
"Oh, just fucking go."
Samantha smiles and leans across the table to kiss her brother on the cheek. She drops a few bills on the table to cover the cost of her lunch and practically sprints out of the restaurant. Waiting impatiently for the valet to bring her car, she turns around to wave goodbye to Mark. She doesn't feel so bad leaving when she finds him chatting up a table of pretty women next to him.
She speeds down the highway, feeling a flutter in her stomach as she gets closer to her destination. Pulling into the parking lot, she sees Lindsay standing outside, waiting and smiling. She now knows she can do what she has to - tell the girl she loves her.
"That was fast," Lindsay says, giving Samantha a friendly kiss on the cheek. They link arms and head inside the store.
"Oh really? It felt like it took me forever to get here." She looks at Lindsay and smiles. She wants to grab her by the arm and just tell her. But she knows her future with the girl relies on good timing.
Lindsay tries on a few pairs of nosebleed stilettos, a pair of combat boots just for fun and some strappy boots. Somehow she even convinces Samantha to try on a pair of stilettos and strut around the store.
Laughter fills the room and Samantha feels like she's on cloud nine. Soon the time will be right, and when that happens, she'll just know.
Lindsay sits down next to her on the cushiony bench used to seat customers trying on shoes. She lays her head on Samantha's shoulder and clutches to her arm.
They lock eyes for a moment and just like that Samantha knows it's time. The look in the girl's eyes reassures her.
"I need to tell you something," Samantha says, swallowing hard.
"Really? I need to tell you something too," Lindsay responds, smiling and tilting her head like a curious puppy.
"Okay, count of three and we'll both shout it out," Samantha says, watching Lindsay nod. Her stomach fills with butterflies at the prospect of confessing her long hidden feelings.
"1...2...3," she counts.
"I'm engaged!" Lindsay says loudly, drowning out Samantha's "I love you".
"Oh. Wow, I wasn't expecting that," Samantha says, her heart feeling like it's just shrunk a few sizes. She didn't even know the girl was dating, and despite their non-exclusivity, she at least expected she would have known if there was someone else.
"Yeah, I mean, it's kind of quick. We've only been dating for a few weeks but my mom loves him. You have to meet him - you'll think he's great," Lindsay says, seemingly oblivious to the heartache she's caused.
Samantha forces a smile and whispers under her breath: "I already don't like him."
"Well, uh, congratulations, I guess," she says aloud, and checks her watch. "Listen, I've got to go. Mark's likely waiting for me."
"Okay, hun. Thanks for hanging out with me. I just had to tell somebody and you were the first person I thought of." She leans over and hugs Samantha tightly around the waist. Samantha hesitantly returns the embrace with a single limp arm. Her world feels like it's just spontaneously combusted.
"Yeah - anytime," Samantha says, pushing herself up from her knees.
"Oh, and I love you too," Lindsay says, her smile making Samantha's heart beat and then constrict in the most painful way possible.
"I know," Samantha says. But not like I love you.
Title: Not a Love Song (Part 2)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1226 words
Summary: The early days. Before the love story.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Samantha sits, holding the note in her hand. She tucks it in a drawer with a few others much the same.
After getting dressed, she drags her feet out the door, head down and jumps into her car. Her daily routines always seem too monotonous when she's waiting to hear from Lindsay next.
She pulls her car up outside of a street side restaurant and hands her keys to the valet. Her brother, Mark, is sitting at a table beneath some shade still wearing sunglasses. She can't help but laugh at his attempt to be inconspicuous, despite his typical attire.
They order their food and chat nonstop, having not seen each other for a few months. Mark gushes about his new girlfriend, a different one since that last time he saw his sister. Samantha doesn't mean to seem disinterested but pulls her phone from her pants' pocket anyway.
"I didn't hear it ring," Mark says, chuckling. Samantha looks up at him embarrassed and hopes their food arrives soon to take some heat off of her. She shrugs and sets it on the table beside her cutlery. "You expecting a phone call?" he asks, leaning in curiously.
Samantha shakes her head. "Not really."
"You're in love," he says, poking her forearm gently.
"What? No. How do you figure?" she responds, her defensiveness surprising them both.
"You're in love, Samantha. You're staring at that phone like you're willing it to ring. I've never seen you like this," Mark says, his eyes searching his sister's for any clue. Their food arrives and Samantha immediately digs in, trying to postpone the conversation indefinitely.
"Lots of people call me, Mark. Doesn't necessarily mean I'm in love with them."
"No, you're right. But I can tell, there's a certain someone you're hoping will call. Who is it?"
Samantha shakes her head and rolls her eyes at her brother's persistence. "Seriously not the time. I don't want to talk about this."
"Does Charlotte know?"
Samantha drops her fork and stuffs her phone in her pocket. "No, Charlotte doesn't know about her," she says, raising her voice slightly. She regrets saying this immediately.
"I knew it," Mark says, flashing a self-satisfied smile.
Samantha covers her face with her hands. She knows she'll never leave this table now without telling her brother the whole story. So, she begins, telling him how they first met one night at a crew party. She tells him how the girl shocked her with wisdom beyond her years. Naturally, some parts of the story are left out for good reason but by the time she's finished, her chest feels like it might burst.
"You have to go after her," Mark says, wiping his mouth. His expression is serious.
"How?"
"Have you talked to her about how you feel? And how she feels?"
Samantha lowers her eyes and shakes her head.
Mark gets ready to speak again when a phone rings from inside a pocket. It takes Samantha a moment to realize that it's hers. Her eyes widen and she looks at Mark first for reassurance.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Answer it!" he says, tapping her arm.
She answers and speaks quietly. "Hey...right now?...Um, yeah, I'll come by as soon as I can."
She hangs up and looks at Mark, who is so anxious he might jump right out of his chair.
"So...? What's going on?" he asks, rubbing his hands together as though he's got a plan.
"She, uh...wants me to come and help her pick out shoes," Samantha says, her voice lacking any inflection. She tries not to reveal how ecstatic she is that the girl actually called.
"Why are you still sitting here?"
"I came to have lunch with you and I'm not just going to ditch." She fidgets with her hands under the tablecloth and taps her foot anxiously.
"Oh, just fucking go."
Samantha smiles and leans across the table to kiss her brother on the cheek. She drops a few bills on the table to cover the cost of her lunch and practically sprints out of the restaurant. Waiting impatiently for the valet to bring her car, she turns around to wave goodbye to Mark. She doesn't feel so bad leaving when she finds him chatting up a table of pretty women next to him.
She speeds down the highway, feeling a flutter in her stomach as she gets closer to her destination. Pulling into the parking lot, she sees Lindsay standing outside, waiting and smiling. She now knows she can do what she has to - tell the girl she loves her.
"That was fast," Lindsay says, giving Samantha a friendly kiss on the cheek. They link arms and head inside the store.
"Oh really? It felt like it took me forever to get here." She looks at Lindsay and smiles. She wants to grab her by the arm and just tell her. But she knows her future with the girl relies on good timing.
Lindsay tries on a few pairs of nosebleed stilettos, a pair of combat boots just for fun and some strappy boots. Somehow she even convinces Samantha to try on a pair of stilettos and strut around the store.
Laughter fills the room and Samantha feels like she's on cloud nine. Soon the time will be right, and when that happens, she'll just know.
Lindsay sits down next to her on the cushiony bench used to seat customers trying on shoes. She lays her head on Samantha's shoulder and clutches to her arm.
They lock eyes for a moment and just like that Samantha knows it's time. The look in the girl's eyes reassures her.
"I need to tell you something," Samantha says, swallowing hard.
"Really? I need to tell you something too," Lindsay responds, smiling and tilting her head like a curious puppy.
"Okay, count of three and we'll both shout it out," Samantha says, watching Lindsay nod. Her stomach fills with butterflies at the prospect of confessing her long hidden feelings.
"1...2...3," she counts.
"I'm engaged!" Lindsay says loudly, drowning out Samantha's "I love you".
"Oh. Wow, I wasn't expecting that," Samantha says, her heart feeling like it's just shrunk a few sizes. She didn't even know the girl was dating, and despite their non-exclusivity, she at least expected she would have known if there was someone else.
"Yeah, I mean, it's kind of quick. We've only been dating for a few weeks but my mom loves him. You have to meet him - you'll think he's great," Lindsay says, seemingly oblivious to the heartache she's caused.
Samantha forces a smile and whispers under her breath: "I already don't like him."
"Well, uh, congratulations, I guess," she says aloud, and checks her watch. "Listen, I've got to go. Mark's likely waiting for me."
"Okay, hun. Thanks for hanging out with me. I just had to tell somebody and you were the first person I thought of." She leans over and hugs Samantha tightly around the waist. Samantha hesitantly returns the embrace with a single limp arm. Her world feels like it's just spontaneously combusted.
"Yeah - anytime," Samantha says, pushing herself up from her knees.
"Oh, and I love you too," Lindsay says, her smile making Samantha's heart beat and then constrict in the most painful way possible.
"I know," Samantha says. But not like I love you.