The Future’s So Bright (Part 9)
Title: The Future’s So Bright (Part 9)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 909 words
Summary: Sometimes things have to fall apart before they can be fixed.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
The lights come on and people start to leave. Lindsay and Samantha remain seated, watching several couples paw each other and play tonsil hockey. They’re not eager to become these people - they know when the time comes, all the passion between them from before will come rushing back - and then some.
“We should probably get going. I have a flight to catch in a few hours,” Samantha says, taking her arm back from Lindsay’s shoulder.
“Can we just sit here a while longer?” Lindsay asks, resting back in her sit, eyes closed.
“Are you going to sleep?”
Lindsay laughs. “No, I just want to make sure I take time to fully appreciate how nice this has been.”
Samantha smiles and closes her own eyes, hands resting in her lap. “Oh, me too,” she says.
They finally leave the theatre when a security guard threatens to have them removed. They both laugh.
“That’s never happened to me on a first date before,” Samantha says.
“Memorable, huh?”
Samantha bumps her wrist against Lindsay’s. The girl takes the hint, taking hold of the DJ’s index and middle fingers.
They walk a comfortable distance apart out to Lindsay’s car, connected only by their hands - and of course, their hearts.
Pulling up outside Samantha’s house, the two sit awkwardly, not sure what to do next.
“How are you getting to the airport?” Lindsay asks after nervously clearing her throat.
“Cab, likely.”
“Let me drive you,”
“No, it’s fine,” Samantha insists, though she’d love for the girl to be the last person she sees before getting on the plane.
“I want to,” Lindsay insists also, shutting off her car.
Samantha invites her in while she finishes packing. It’s a sudden rush of memories for the two to be back in this house together.
Lindsay wanders around, happy to see that not much has changed since the last time she was here. The only thing different she spies is a framed photograph of her and Samantha from New Year’s Eve 2009.
“How long has this been here?” Lindsay asks when Samantha returns to the room.
“A while,” the brown-haired girl answers; smiling when she doesn’t think Lindsay is looking.
Lindsay’s heart swells with happiness, and she offers to carry one of Samantha’s bags to the car.
“So how long are you gone for?” Lindsay asks, her voice low and little melancholy.
“Just over a week,” the girl responds, pointing to her bags in the trunk - three compared to her usual one.
Lindsay says nothing and gets in the car. They drive off in silence. After awhile, the silence becomes too much. Samantha pulls a case full of CDs from a storage compartment in the car and flips through them.
Three quarters of the way through, she stops and lets out a laugh.
‘What?” Lindsay asks, looking over quickly while also trying to pay attention to the road.
Samantha says nothing; simply pops a CD into the deck and waits patiently.
Lindsay covers her face when she song begins to play; Samantha sings along. It’s the redhead’s favourite - an alternate rock tune from Samantha’s recently released EP.
“Do you listen to this a lot in the car?” Samantha asks, laughing but flattered.
“Shut up. You’re an incredible artist,” Lindsay says. She takes out the CD, handing it to Samantha, and puts on an upbeat driving mix instead.
“Well, thank you,” Samantha says, sliding the CD carefully back into the case. “Now I know who the only person to buy this was,” she jokes.
Lindsay watches as Samantha smiles, her face bright and effortlessly beautiful - something she’s sure the girl underestimates about herself. She wishes she would smile more and hopes she can help to make that happen.
They’re one exit away from the airport when Lindsay speaks.
“I’ll miss you. You know, while you’re gone.” She stumbles over her words; worried that this is not the time to talk about feelings.
Samantha smiles again, turning the stereo volume down. “I’ll miss you too,” she says. And she will, because for the first time in a while she has someone to miss - and better yet, someone to come back to.
Lindsay helps to load her bags onto a rolling cart. They watch each other intently for a moment as if memorizing one another’s faces to keep them company on lonely nights.
Samantha reaches forward, pulling Lindsay into her arms, hugging tightly.
“I’ll call you when I’m back,” she whispers into the girl’s hair. Lindsay pulls back, leaving a fleeting kiss on Samantha’s cheek.
“You better,” Lindsay says, watching Samantha turn and walk away.
It’s not quite sadness she’s feeling and certainly not happiness - some combination of the two, and also reassurance that everything is going to be okay.
As Samantha passes through security, her head is down and a hood is pulled forward, resting just above her eyebrows. She’s dreading the flight, but knows it will give her lots of time to sleep - and reminisce about the evening’s events.
It had all the makings of a typical first date: awkward hand bumps in the popcorn bag, long silences that feel even longer when you have something to say but don’t quite know how to say it, and the inevitable question of goodbye - do I kiss her or not?
But it was perfect, she thinks, her favourite first date so far; because none of her other first dates have ended with so much certainty of a just as wonderful second.
The End!
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 909 words
Summary: Sometimes things have to fall apart before they can be fixed.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
The lights come on and people start to leave. Lindsay and Samantha remain seated, watching several couples paw each other and play tonsil hockey. They’re not eager to become these people - they know when the time comes, all the passion between them from before will come rushing back - and then some.
“We should probably get going. I have a flight to catch in a few hours,” Samantha says, taking her arm back from Lindsay’s shoulder.
“Can we just sit here a while longer?” Lindsay asks, resting back in her sit, eyes closed.
“Are you going to sleep?”
Lindsay laughs. “No, I just want to make sure I take time to fully appreciate how nice this has been.”
Samantha smiles and closes her own eyes, hands resting in her lap. “Oh, me too,” she says.
They finally leave the theatre when a security guard threatens to have them removed. They both laugh.
“That’s never happened to me on a first date before,” Samantha says.
“Memorable, huh?”
Samantha bumps her wrist against Lindsay’s. The girl takes the hint, taking hold of the DJ’s index and middle fingers.
They walk a comfortable distance apart out to Lindsay’s car, connected only by their hands - and of course, their hearts.
Pulling up outside Samantha’s house, the two sit awkwardly, not sure what to do next.
“How are you getting to the airport?” Lindsay asks after nervously clearing her throat.
“Cab, likely.”
“Let me drive you,”
“No, it’s fine,” Samantha insists, though she’d love for the girl to be the last person she sees before getting on the plane.
“I want to,” Lindsay insists also, shutting off her car.
Samantha invites her in while she finishes packing. It’s a sudden rush of memories for the two to be back in this house together.
Lindsay wanders around, happy to see that not much has changed since the last time she was here. The only thing different she spies is a framed photograph of her and Samantha from New Year’s Eve 2009.
“How long has this been here?” Lindsay asks when Samantha returns to the room.
“A while,” the brown-haired girl answers; smiling when she doesn’t think Lindsay is looking.
Lindsay’s heart swells with happiness, and she offers to carry one of Samantha’s bags to the car.
“So how long are you gone for?” Lindsay asks, her voice low and little melancholy.
“Just over a week,” the girl responds, pointing to her bags in the trunk - three compared to her usual one.
Lindsay says nothing and gets in the car. They drive off in silence. After awhile, the silence becomes too much. Samantha pulls a case full of CDs from a storage compartment in the car and flips through them.
Three quarters of the way through, she stops and lets out a laugh.
‘What?” Lindsay asks, looking over quickly while also trying to pay attention to the road.
Samantha says nothing; simply pops a CD into the deck and waits patiently.
Lindsay covers her face when she song begins to play; Samantha sings along. It’s the redhead’s favourite - an alternate rock tune from Samantha’s recently released EP.
“Do you listen to this a lot in the car?” Samantha asks, laughing but flattered.
“Shut up. You’re an incredible artist,” Lindsay says. She takes out the CD, handing it to Samantha, and puts on an upbeat driving mix instead.
“Well, thank you,” Samantha says, sliding the CD carefully back into the case. “Now I know who the only person to buy this was,” she jokes.
Lindsay watches as Samantha smiles, her face bright and effortlessly beautiful - something she’s sure the girl underestimates about herself. She wishes she would smile more and hopes she can help to make that happen.
They’re one exit away from the airport when Lindsay speaks.
“I’ll miss you. You know, while you’re gone.” She stumbles over her words; worried that this is not the time to talk about feelings.
Samantha smiles again, turning the stereo volume down. “I’ll miss you too,” she says. And she will, because for the first time in a while she has someone to miss - and better yet, someone to come back to.
Lindsay helps to load her bags onto a rolling cart. They watch each other intently for a moment as if memorizing one another’s faces to keep them company on lonely nights.
Samantha reaches forward, pulling Lindsay into her arms, hugging tightly.
“I’ll call you when I’m back,” she whispers into the girl’s hair. Lindsay pulls back, leaving a fleeting kiss on Samantha’s cheek.
“You better,” Lindsay says, watching Samantha turn and walk away.
It’s not quite sadness she’s feeling and certainly not happiness - some combination of the two, and also reassurance that everything is going to be okay.
As Samantha passes through security, her head is down and a hood is pulled forward, resting just above her eyebrows. She’s dreading the flight, but knows it will give her lots of time to sleep - and reminisce about the evening’s events.
It had all the makings of a typical first date: awkward hand bumps in the popcorn bag, long silences that feel even longer when you have something to say but don’t quite know how to say it, and the inevitable question of goodbye - do I kiss her or not?
But it was perfect, she thinks, her favourite first date so far; because none of her other first dates have ended with so much certainty of a just as wonderful second.
The End!