This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 14)
Title: This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 14)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 545 words
Summary: Lindsay’s POV, deals with insecurities.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
On occasion, Lindsay notices girls taking special interest in Samantha. She hears some of them whisper about how they love her classic boyish style, her short cropped hair, and those big brown eyes - she can’t blame them.
But she wonders why Samantha doesn’t give them even a second glance. Some of these women are stunning, and she herself has trouble taking her eyes off them. It makes her think about all her old boyfriends; how they were always ogling other women when they were out together.
But Samantha’s different, refreshingly so.
Lindsay looks at herself in the mirror, dressed head-to-toe in the older girl’s clothes. She strikes a pose as Samantha comes in the room. “So, what do you think?”
“You look incredible,” Samantha says, pulling at the bottom of her baggy t-shirt.
“Really?” Lindsay says, tilting her head like a curious puppy. “You like it better than what I usually wear?”
Samantha smiles, looking her up and down once more while chewing anxiously on her bottom lip. “You look wonderful in anything you wear - especially your birthday suit. She winks and insists she needs to take a shower for the second time today.
Lindsay makes herself at home on the couch and turns on the TV to pass time as she waits.
Samantha returns a half hour later, dressed in only an undershirt and a pair of brightly coloured boy briefs. She runs a towel through her hair and sits down on the arm of the couch.
“I’m spinning tonight. Did you wanna tag along? She asks, throwing her wet towel into a laundry basket.
Lindsay feels torn. She wants to go - for support and to watch the lady DJ at work - but she also needs to get some sleep before her audition the next day.
“I think I’m gonna pass. Pretty exhausted - need my beauty sleep,” she says, followed by a yawn and a stretch.
Samantha laughs. “You’re exhausted. I’m the old one here.” She gets up and stretches, extending her arms to the right and tightening her leg muscles.
“I’ll come out another night and cheer you on. Promise,” Lindsay says.
“I know. I’ll drive you home on my way to work,” Samantha shouts as she walks into her bedroom.
Lindsay waits for a few minutes before following.
She finds the girl sitting on her bed, now in a pair of hole-filled blue jeans, pulling on the second of two mismatched socks.
“Food here yet?” she asks, standing up to find a t-shirt. Lindsay shakes her head and looks down at the Guns N Roses t-shirt that hangs loosely on her. She knows it’s Samantha’s favourite - it’s why she chose it, to feel closer.
“Why don’t you check out other girls?” Lindsay asks suddenly, curiously. Samantha shrugs, pulling on a well-fitted Johnny Cash tee.
“I don’t know. Not really worth looking at,” she says plainly.
“Some of these girls are gorgeous, Samantha. Like model-beautiful, and they certainly think you’re worth looking at,” Lindsay says.
Samantha blushes and laughs it off modestly.
“So you just have high standards then?” Lindsay asks, determined to get to the bottom of it all.
“No, that’s not it at all,” Samantha responds nonchalantly. “It’s just, I’ve already seen the prettiest girl. Why bother looking at anyone else?”
Short update because I'm falling asleep as I type. More to come when I wake up!
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 545 words
Summary: Lindsay’s POV, deals with insecurities.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
On occasion, Lindsay notices girls taking special interest in Samantha. She hears some of them whisper about how they love her classic boyish style, her short cropped hair, and those big brown eyes - she can’t blame them.
But she wonders why Samantha doesn’t give them even a second glance. Some of these women are stunning, and she herself has trouble taking her eyes off them. It makes her think about all her old boyfriends; how they were always ogling other women when they were out together.
But Samantha’s different, refreshingly so.
Lindsay looks at herself in the mirror, dressed head-to-toe in the older girl’s clothes. She strikes a pose as Samantha comes in the room. “So, what do you think?”
“You look incredible,” Samantha says, pulling at the bottom of her baggy t-shirt.
“Really?” Lindsay says, tilting her head like a curious puppy. “You like it better than what I usually wear?”
Samantha smiles, looking her up and down once more while chewing anxiously on her bottom lip. “You look wonderful in anything you wear - especially your birthday suit. She winks and insists she needs to take a shower for the second time today.
Lindsay makes herself at home on the couch and turns on the TV to pass time as she waits.
Samantha returns a half hour later, dressed in only an undershirt and a pair of brightly coloured boy briefs. She runs a towel through her hair and sits down on the arm of the couch.
“I’m spinning tonight. Did you wanna tag along? She asks, throwing her wet towel into a laundry basket.
Lindsay feels torn. She wants to go - for support and to watch the lady DJ at work - but she also needs to get some sleep before her audition the next day.
“I think I’m gonna pass. Pretty exhausted - need my beauty sleep,” she says, followed by a yawn and a stretch.
Samantha laughs. “You’re exhausted. I’m the old one here.” She gets up and stretches, extending her arms to the right and tightening her leg muscles.
“I’ll come out another night and cheer you on. Promise,” Lindsay says.
“I know. I’ll drive you home on my way to work,” Samantha shouts as she walks into her bedroom.
Lindsay waits for a few minutes before following.
She finds the girl sitting on her bed, now in a pair of hole-filled blue jeans, pulling on the second of two mismatched socks.
“Food here yet?” she asks, standing up to find a t-shirt. Lindsay shakes her head and looks down at the Guns N Roses t-shirt that hangs loosely on her. She knows it’s Samantha’s favourite - it’s why she chose it, to feel closer.
“Why don’t you check out other girls?” Lindsay asks suddenly, curiously. Samantha shrugs, pulling on a well-fitted Johnny Cash tee.
“I don’t know. Not really worth looking at,” she says plainly.
“Some of these girls are gorgeous, Samantha. Like model-beautiful, and they certainly think you’re worth looking at,” Lindsay says.
Samantha blushes and laughs it off modestly.
“So you just have high standards then?” Lindsay asks, determined to get to the bottom of it all.
“No, that’s not it at all,” Samantha responds nonchalantly. “It’s just, I’ve already seen the prettiest girl. Why bother looking at anyone else?”
Short update because I'm falling asleep as I type. More to come when I wake up!