Not a Love Song (Part 3)
Title: Not a Love Song (Part 3)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1214 words
Summary: The early days. Before the love story.
Rating: PG-13, for some swearing.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
She's had her heartbroken many times before - she falls too far, too fast and loses herself. It throws off the balance of her life and it’s much harder to bounce back when she feels so alone.
She and Lindsay don't speak for a while. Her pride's been hurt, so she pretends she doesn't care. There are plenty of people in her life who she sees on a regular basis who tell her it's for the best. They tell her to 'give it time', that better days will come.
But despite keeping up appearances for her friends' sake, it's much harder than she thought to forget how much happier she used to be.
At first, she doesn't hear from Lindsay at all. Progressively the girl begins to call her more often, and eventually once a day. It's strange to her that once upon a time, a single phone call from Lindsay would have turned a bad day completely around - now, moments where her heart would beat with happy anticipation, it instead feels like everything is falling to pieces.
She doesn't go out much except to work. When she gets home, she lies in bed and wonders how she could be so naive, to think that a girl like Lindsay could ever fall for a girl like her.
One night on her drive to work, her phone rings. She picks it up to see who it is. When she sees that it's Lindsay, she tosses the phone carelessly onto the passenger's seat and lets the call go to voicemail. Suddenly, her mood worsens, and she hates that the girl still has such a profound effect on her.
She enters the club through the back door and begins to set up her equipment when the club owner approaches her. "Some girl was looking for you," he says.
"Oh yeah? Who?" Samantha asks, completely disinterested in his response. She flips open her Macbook and scrolls through her playlist, trying to decide on a perfect opening song. It's been her trademark to always make a great entrance.
"Lohan. She came alone and asked if you were here yet. Should I tell her you've arrived?"
Samantha thinks for a moment and shakes her head. Work is not the place to bring personal problems. Admittedly, she feels guilty about completely ignoring her but she also knows that just hearing her voice is more than she can take right about now.
"Wow, nice of you to show up," Lindsay's voice says behind her, sounding sassy and unimpressed. Samantha's shoulders slump and she's terrified to turn around. If she can just stay away from her - not have to see her sweet face - she thinks she could eventually move on.
But she knows it's inevitable. If she doesn't turn around, she'll end up with a very angry redhead up in her face.
"If I don't, they won't pay me. Funny thing about jobs, isn't it?" Samantha says, trying to keep the conversation light. Maybe she'll forget about all the times I didn't return her calls, she thinks to herself.
"I called you earlier. Why didn't you answer?"
"I was driving. Didn't want to cause any accidents."
"What about yesterday when I called? Or last week? Were you driving then too?" Lindsay says, and Samantha can picture the steam pouring from her ears. Much to her dismay, she finds this expression of anger oddly alluring.
"I've just got a lot going on right now..." Samantha says, hoping the girl doesn't probe any further. The last thing she wants is to have to call her on her naivety.
"Well, so do I. And I miss you." Lindsay's voice softens and quivers a little. Samantha refuses to look at her, knowing that she'll cave if she sees her cry.
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, I bet you are," Lindsay yells, storming off and into the crowd.
Samantha sighs and looks to the club owner who witnessed the entire exchange. "Could I get a drink please?" He pats her gently on the shoulder and heads off to the bar.
For her opening song, she chooses one of her personal favourites - Sweet Child O' Mine. She tries to focus her thoughts on the music, the mixing and not the drama but it's not so easy. Several times during her set, she scrolls past a bunch of Lindsay's songs and is tempted to play them. When she can't bring herself to do so, she instead plays a catchy dance tune - one she knows Lindsay will love.
Sure enough, she spots the girl in the crowd dancing moments later. It's dark in the club and there are thousands of people but she could pick that body out of any crowd. A familiar young man comes up behind her and begins to grind with her. Samantha looks away; trying to convince herself it's not jealousy she's feeling - just dehydration, so she downs the rest of her drink.
She changes the song and looks up, noticing commotion near the front of the room. Lindsay yells at the young man, her arms raised in the air. Her face is red with fury and she looks like she might cry.
Samantha resigns herself to standing by and watching, knowing Lindsay wouldn't be happy to have her involved. But when the man grabs Lindsay's wrists and twists them harshly, she knows she can't help but act a hero.
Without giving any thought to her turntables, she abandons them and rushes into the crowd. She easily finds Lindsay and the man and steps between them. The man is large and intimidating but the adrenaline rushing through her convinces her that she could hold her own.
"Don't ever fucking touch a woman like that, you hear me?" Samantha yells, standing as tall as possible before him. The man looks at her and laughs.
"Is this her?" he asks, and looks at Lindsay. She nods, standing snugly against Samantha's back.
"Am I who?"
"The girl she 'made love to'. Yeah, I've heard all about you, bitch. You should stay away from other people's women. One day you'll cross the wrong man. But today's your lucky day." He brushes both women off and struts away, another woman already on his arm.
Lindsay starts to cry and buries her face in Samantha's shoulder.
"What's going on with him? Is that the guy you were talking about?" Samantha asks, gently patting the sobbing girl's back.
"Yeah, I should go after him," she says, still convulsing in tears. Samantha stands in front of her, blocking her exit.
"No, you are not doing this to me again. You're not going anywhere."
"But, Samantha, he's my fiancee. I have to!" she protests, trying to push past.
"No you fucking don't!" she says, her voice louder than she intended it to be. Lindsay looks scared, having not seen this side of Samantha before.
She extends her hands and brushes a piece of hair stuck to Lindsay's face and wipes a tear away. "You deserve so much better, Linds." Lindsay hiccups a sob and nods.
"I know," she says, leaning her head to the side, holding Samantha's hand between her shoulder and cheek.
Samantha smiles at her, remembering when she first fell for the girl's vulnerable side. "And, you could start with me."
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1214 words
Summary: The early days. Before the love story.
Rating: PG-13, for some swearing.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
She's had her heartbroken many times before - she falls too far, too fast and loses herself. It throws off the balance of her life and it’s much harder to bounce back when she feels so alone.
She and Lindsay don't speak for a while. Her pride's been hurt, so she pretends she doesn't care. There are plenty of people in her life who she sees on a regular basis who tell her it's for the best. They tell her to 'give it time', that better days will come.
But despite keeping up appearances for her friends' sake, it's much harder than she thought to forget how much happier she used to be.
At first, she doesn't hear from Lindsay at all. Progressively the girl begins to call her more often, and eventually once a day. It's strange to her that once upon a time, a single phone call from Lindsay would have turned a bad day completely around - now, moments where her heart would beat with happy anticipation, it instead feels like everything is falling to pieces.
She doesn't go out much except to work. When she gets home, she lies in bed and wonders how she could be so naive, to think that a girl like Lindsay could ever fall for a girl like her.
One night on her drive to work, her phone rings. She picks it up to see who it is. When she sees that it's Lindsay, she tosses the phone carelessly onto the passenger's seat and lets the call go to voicemail. Suddenly, her mood worsens, and she hates that the girl still has such a profound effect on her.
She enters the club through the back door and begins to set up her equipment when the club owner approaches her. "Some girl was looking for you," he says.
"Oh yeah? Who?" Samantha asks, completely disinterested in his response. She flips open her Macbook and scrolls through her playlist, trying to decide on a perfect opening song. It's been her trademark to always make a great entrance.
"Lohan. She came alone and asked if you were here yet. Should I tell her you've arrived?"
Samantha thinks for a moment and shakes her head. Work is not the place to bring personal problems. Admittedly, she feels guilty about completely ignoring her but she also knows that just hearing her voice is more than she can take right about now.
"Wow, nice of you to show up," Lindsay's voice says behind her, sounding sassy and unimpressed. Samantha's shoulders slump and she's terrified to turn around. If she can just stay away from her - not have to see her sweet face - she thinks she could eventually move on.
But she knows it's inevitable. If she doesn't turn around, she'll end up with a very angry redhead up in her face.
"If I don't, they won't pay me. Funny thing about jobs, isn't it?" Samantha says, trying to keep the conversation light. Maybe she'll forget about all the times I didn't return her calls, she thinks to herself.
"I called you earlier. Why didn't you answer?"
"I was driving. Didn't want to cause any accidents."
"What about yesterday when I called? Or last week? Were you driving then too?" Lindsay says, and Samantha can picture the steam pouring from her ears. Much to her dismay, she finds this expression of anger oddly alluring.
"I've just got a lot going on right now..." Samantha says, hoping the girl doesn't probe any further. The last thing she wants is to have to call her on her naivety.
"Well, so do I. And I miss you." Lindsay's voice softens and quivers a little. Samantha refuses to look at her, knowing that she'll cave if she sees her cry.
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, I bet you are," Lindsay yells, storming off and into the crowd.
Samantha sighs and looks to the club owner who witnessed the entire exchange. "Could I get a drink please?" He pats her gently on the shoulder and heads off to the bar.
For her opening song, she chooses one of her personal favourites - Sweet Child O' Mine. She tries to focus her thoughts on the music, the mixing and not the drama but it's not so easy. Several times during her set, she scrolls past a bunch of Lindsay's songs and is tempted to play them. When she can't bring herself to do so, she instead plays a catchy dance tune - one she knows Lindsay will love.
Sure enough, she spots the girl in the crowd dancing moments later. It's dark in the club and there are thousands of people but she could pick that body out of any crowd. A familiar young man comes up behind her and begins to grind with her. Samantha looks away; trying to convince herself it's not jealousy she's feeling - just dehydration, so she downs the rest of her drink.
She changes the song and looks up, noticing commotion near the front of the room. Lindsay yells at the young man, her arms raised in the air. Her face is red with fury and she looks like she might cry.
Samantha resigns herself to standing by and watching, knowing Lindsay wouldn't be happy to have her involved. But when the man grabs Lindsay's wrists and twists them harshly, she knows she can't help but act a hero.
Without giving any thought to her turntables, she abandons them and rushes into the crowd. She easily finds Lindsay and the man and steps between them. The man is large and intimidating but the adrenaline rushing through her convinces her that she could hold her own.
"Don't ever fucking touch a woman like that, you hear me?" Samantha yells, standing as tall as possible before him. The man looks at her and laughs.
"Is this her?" he asks, and looks at Lindsay. She nods, standing snugly against Samantha's back.
"Am I who?"
"The girl she 'made love to'. Yeah, I've heard all about you, bitch. You should stay away from other people's women. One day you'll cross the wrong man. But today's your lucky day." He brushes both women off and struts away, another woman already on his arm.
Lindsay starts to cry and buries her face in Samantha's shoulder.
"What's going on with him? Is that the guy you were talking about?" Samantha asks, gently patting the sobbing girl's back.
"Yeah, I should go after him," she says, still convulsing in tears. Samantha stands in front of her, blocking her exit.
"No, you are not doing this to me again. You're not going anywhere."
"But, Samantha, he's my fiancee. I have to!" she protests, trying to push past.
"No you fucking don't!" she says, her voice louder than she intended it to be. Lindsay looks scared, having not seen this side of Samantha before.
She extends her hands and brushes a piece of hair stuck to Lindsay's face and wipes a tear away. "You deserve so much better, Linds." Lindsay hiccups a sob and nods.
"I know," she says, leaning her head to the side, holding Samantha's hand between her shoulder and cheek.
Samantha smiles at her, remembering when she first fell for the girl's vulnerable side. "And, you could start with me."