This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 15)
Title: This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 15)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 578 words
Summary: Things are complicated, and nice girls always finish last.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Lindsay blushes. “Well, it doesn’t matter. Because we’re just friends, right? You can look at whoever you want.”
Samantha nods hesitantly. “Friends, of course.” She forces a smile, her hopes of the past few days dissolving because of just one word. She feels silly to have assumed their friendship was blossoming into something more. Still she feels conflicted - none of her other platonic relationships have ended up sweaty in bed (and countless other places).
The doorbell rings and Samantha answers, carrying a medium-sized pizza box into the kitchen. She sets out two paper plates and digs in, obsessively checking her watch.
“You in a rush or something?” Lindsay asks, nudging Samantha’s shoulder as she takes a bite of her pizza.
She shakes her head. “Not really. Just wanna make sure I have time to take you home first.”
“You’re sweet, you know that?” Lindsay says, placing her hand softly on Samantha’s forearm. “You always think of others first. What about what you want?”
Samantha thinks for a moment, chewing the food in her mouth slowly. She shrugs and dusts starch powder from her palms and tosses her plate in the garbage. “I’m just as happy making sure everyone else is happy. Sometimes you have to sacrifice your own happiness for people who mean a lot to you.” She’s been the nice girl all her life, good karma promising to give her what she deserves - she can only hope it will pay up soon.
Lindsay gives her a meaningful look and drops the crust of her pizza into the dog’s food dish. She doesn’t say a word, and it’s times like this that Samantha wishes she could read minds.
“Ready to go?” Samantha asks, sliding her arms into a jacket and strategically placing a gray beanie on her head. She picks up her keys and holds open the front door.
As Lindsay walks out, she curtsies jokingly and waits by the car.
On the drive, Samantha plays an old mix CD loudly, drowning out space for thoughts and small talk. It’s one of the reasons she loves her job so much - it always gives her a chance to escape from inside her head and just live the music.
“Here we are,” she says, turning down the stereo volume and throwing the vehicle into park.
“Thank you,” Lindsay says softly. She reaches across the car awkwardly to give Samantha a hug, their cheeks brushing.
The silence becomes louder as they sit side by side. Samantha knows the girl is debating whether to kiss her goodbye or not. She is glad when she doesn’t, but still feels a little broken inside.
“Did you want to come watch my audition tomorrow?” the girl asks, leaning her head through the partially open car window.
Samantha thinks on it for a moment, her heart twisting agonizingly in several different ways. “I think I’m busy for a little while. But I’ll call you,” she says, deciding she needs a few days to figure things out.
Lindsay frowns, but nods in understanding. “Sure. Good luck tonight.” She turns and walks away, pushing open the wooden gate the leads into her front yard.
Samantha misses her already - wants to follow her inside, but instead she turns the music up as loud as it can go. Her world as she’s known it in the past 24 hours is spiraling wildly out of control, like a bungee jump without the rope.
This is what it really feels like to fall.
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 578 words
Summary: Things are complicated, and nice girls always finish last.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Lindsay blushes. “Well, it doesn’t matter. Because we’re just friends, right? You can look at whoever you want.”
Samantha nods hesitantly. “Friends, of course.” She forces a smile, her hopes of the past few days dissolving because of just one word. She feels silly to have assumed their friendship was blossoming into something more. Still she feels conflicted - none of her other platonic relationships have ended up sweaty in bed (and countless other places).
The doorbell rings and Samantha answers, carrying a medium-sized pizza box into the kitchen. She sets out two paper plates and digs in, obsessively checking her watch.
“You in a rush or something?” Lindsay asks, nudging Samantha’s shoulder as she takes a bite of her pizza.
She shakes her head. “Not really. Just wanna make sure I have time to take you home first.”
“You’re sweet, you know that?” Lindsay says, placing her hand softly on Samantha’s forearm. “You always think of others first. What about what you want?”
Samantha thinks for a moment, chewing the food in her mouth slowly. She shrugs and dusts starch powder from her palms and tosses her plate in the garbage. “I’m just as happy making sure everyone else is happy. Sometimes you have to sacrifice your own happiness for people who mean a lot to you.” She’s been the nice girl all her life, good karma promising to give her what she deserves - she can only hope it will pay up soon.
Lindsay gives her a meaningful look and drops the crust of her pizza into the dog’s food dish. She doesn’t say a word, and it’s times like this that Samantha wishes she could read minds.
“Ready to go?” Samantha asks, sliding her arms into a jacket and strategically placing a gray beanie on her head. She picks up her keys and holds open the front door.
As Lindsay walks out, she curtsies jokingly and waits by the car.
On the drive, Samantha plays an old mix CD loudly, drowning out space for thoughts and small talk. It’s one of the reasons she loves her job so much - it always gives her a chance to escape from inside her head and just live the music.
“Here we are,” she says, turning down the stereo volume and throwing the vehicle into park.
“Thank you,” Lindsay says softly. She reaches across the car awkwardly to give Samantha a hug, their cheeks brushing.
The silence becomes louder as they sit side by side. Samantha knows the girl is debating whether to kiss her goodbye or not. She is glad when she doesn’t, but still feels a little broken inside.
“Did you want to come watch my audition tomorrow?” the girl asks, leaning her head through the partially open car window.
Samantha thinks on it for a moment, her heart twisting agonizingly in several different ways. “I think I’m busy for a little while. But I’ll call you,” she says, deciding she needs a few days to figure things out.
Lindsay frowns, but nods in understanding. “Sure. Good luck tonight.” She turns and walks away, pushing open the wooden gate the leads into her front yard.
Samantha misses her already - wants to follow her inside, but instead she turns the music up as loud as it can go. Her world as she’s known it in the past 24 hours is spiraling wildly out of control, like a bungee jump without the rope.
This is what it really feels like to fall.