Edge of Seventeen (Part 8)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 8)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 875 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
It feels like every year on her birthday, something goes drastically wrong. Lindsay hoped that this year would be different. Her day started off wonderfully - the sun was shining, a beautiful girl was waiting practically outside her door, and she was surprised when even her father called to wish her happy birthday. Her friends all came to share in her special day and she was ecstatic to spend some time with her best friend since grade school.
Strange how all of that can change in the blink of an eye. Watching Britt storm out on her was just as difficult as watching Samantha drive away.
She runs to find her mother in the backyard, sipping at a glass of champagne and flirting with a young man. As Lindsay approaches, tears have begun to stream down her cheeks.
“Honey. Oh baby,” her mother says, cradling the girl’s face in her hands. She hugs her close and lets her cry. “What’s going on?”
Lindsay continues sobbing, gasping for air. Her words barely string together to make sentences while her mother gently strokes her hair. When she is finally calm, she takes a moment to think.
If her best friend took the news this badly, she’s positive her mother will react much the same if not worse. She takes a deep breath in, wiping away moisture from beneath her nose and both eyes.
“It’s nothing. Really.” She says this convincingly - so convincing she almost believes it herself and puts on a smile.
“Alright, well you look exhausted. Maybe you should take a nap.”
She has a house full of guests and she has yet to open her presents; but locking herself up in her room sounds like a grand idea right now.
“Are you sure?” she says, faking a yawn for dramatic effect.
Her mother nods and kisses her softly on the forehead. “I’ll keep your friends entertained, dear.” She winks and sends Lindsay on her way into the house.
She makes it to her room before another wave of tears come on. This time she only sniffles a little, curling up on her bed with several pillows and a favourite childhood teddy bear. “What should I do, Cuddles?” she says to the bear and then buries her face in his plush stomach.
For a moment she considers calling Britt and trying to sort things out, but realizes it’s best to let the girl cool off - give her some time to think. Besides, a nap looks pretty appealing in such a comfortable position.
She awakens later; her eyes wide open as she hears her mother’s voice.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been asleep for almost 3 hours. You must have been wiped.”
Lindsay looks out the window and sees that the sun is beginning to set and she can’t believe how soundly she slept. It feels good, and she wonders for a moment if everything in her world has been righted while she dozed.
“Has Britt called?” she asks, rubbing her eyelids.
“No, but your friend Samantha did.”
She sits up quickly, brushing her hair with her fingers. It must be almost time for she and her friends to go out and she’s sure that her hair and makeup are a mess.
“What did she say?” Lindsay asks, eagerly. Her mother sits down on the edge of the bed and smiles.
“She just wanted to make sure you were okay and see what time you wanted to go out tonight.” Lindsay smiles, her cheeks flushing against her will. “She’s a very nice girl, baby. I’m so glad you’ve got good friends here. It doesn’t make me feel so back going back home when I know you’re taken care of.”
Lindsay nods and gives her mother a hug. Samantha will take care of her and she knows it. If only her mother, and Britt, could see how well, they would both understand. She sighs, feeling exhausted again.
“I should go get ready,” the girl says to her mother, climbing down from the bed. If she sits here much longer she will be asleep again and miss out on a chance to dance the night away with Samantha. Her mother takes the hint, squeezing Lindsay’s hand before leaving the room.
It’s been a long day but it’s nearly over now, she reminds herself. A night of dancing and forgetting about everything else is just what you need.
She calls Samantha’s phone but the call goes straight to voicemail; she knows this means the girl has turned off her phone. Regardless, she leaves a message with details of the evening and promises that they’ll meet inside the all-ages club at 9 pm sharp. She smiles, ending the message: “I can’t wait to see you, babe.”
As 8:30 approaches, Lindsay rushes to look her best. She checks her watch incessantly - almost as much as her phone - hoping Samantha will call before she leaves.
“If we’re going to make it on time, we should probably get going,” says a tall blonde girl who is a neighbour of Lindsay’s from down the street.
The redhead nods and locks her bedroom door behind her, checking her phone one last time. Please don’t bail on me, she thinks. It’s my birthday and I don’t want to cry any more.
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 875 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
It feels like every year on her birthday, something goes drastically wrong. Lindsay hoped that this year would be different. Her day started off wonderfully - the sun was shining, a beautiful girl was waiting practically outside her door, and she was surprised when even her father called to wish her happy birthday. Her friends all came to share in her special day and she was ecstatic to spend some time with her best friend since grade school.
Strange how all of that can change in the blink of an eye. Watching Britt storm out on her was just as difficult as watching Samantha drive away.
She runs to find her mother in the backyard, sipping at a glass of champagne and flirting with a young man. As Lindsay approaches, tears have begun to stream down her cheeks.
“Honey. Oh baby,” her mother says, cradling the girl’s face in her hands. She hugs her close and lets her cry. “What’s going on?”
Lindsay continues sobbing, gasping for air. Her words barely string together to make sentences while her mother gently strokes her hair. When she is finally calm, she takes a moment to think.
If her best friend took the news this badly, she’s positive her mother will react much the same if not worse. She takes a deep breath in, wiping away moisture from beneath her nose and both eyes.
“It’s nothing. Really.” She says this convincingly - so convincing she almost believes it herself and puts on a smile.
“Alright, well you look exhausted. Maybe you should take a nap.”
She has a house full of guests and she has yet to open her presents; but locking herself up in her room sounds like a grand idea right now.
“Are you sure?” she says, faking a yawn for dramatic effect.
Her mother nods and kisses her softly on the forehead. “I’ll keep your friends entertained, dear.” She winks and sends Lindsay on her way into the house.
She makes it to her room before another wave of tears come on. This time she only sniffles a little, curling up on her bed with several pillows and a favourite childhood teddy bear. “What should I do, Cuddles?” she says to the bear and then buries her face in his plush stomach.
For a moment she considers calling Britt and trying to sort things out, but realizes it’s best to let the girl cool off - give her some time to think. Besides, a nap looks pretty appealing in such a comfortable position.
She awakens later; her eyes wide open as she hears her mother’s voice.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been asleep for almost 3 hours. You must have been wiped.”
Lindsay looks out the window and sees that the sun is beginning to set and she can’t believe how soundly she slept. It feels good, and she wonders for a moment if everything in her world has been righted while she dozed.
“Has Britt called?” she asks, rubbing her eyelids.
“No, but your friend Samantha did.”
She sits up quickly, brushing her hair with her fingers. It must be almost time for she and her friends to go out and she’s sure that her hair and makeup are a mess.
“What did she say?” Lindsay asks, eagerly. Her mother sits down on the edge of the bed and smiles.
“She just wanted to make sure you were okay and see what time you wanted to go out tonight.” Lindsay smiles, her cheeks flushing against her will. “She’s a very nice girl, baby. I’m so glad you’ve got good friends here. It doesn’t make me feel so back going back home when I know you’re taken care of.”
Lindsay nods and gives her mother a hug. Samantha will take care of her and she knows it. If only her mother, and Britt, could see how well, they would both understand. She sighs, feeling exhausted again.
“I should go get ready,” the girl says to her mother, climbing down from the bed. If she sits here much longer she will be asleep again and miss out on a chance to dance the night away with Samantha. Her mother takes the hint, squeezing Lindsay’s hand before leaving the room.
It’s been a long day but it’s nearly over now, she reminds herself. A night of dancing and forgetting about everything else is just what you need.
She calls Samantha’s phone but the call goes straight to voicemail; she knows this means the girl has turned off her phone. Regardless, she leaves a message with details of the evening and promises that they’ll meet inside the all-ages club at 9 pm sharp. She smiles, ending the message: “I can’t wait to see you, babe.”
As 8:30 approaches, Lindsay rushes to look her best. She checks her watch incessantly - almost as much as her phone - hoping Samantha will call before she leaves.
“If we’re going to make it on time, we should probably get going,” says a tall blonde girl who is a neighbour of Lindsay’s from down the street.
The redhead nods and locks her bedroom door behind her, checking her phone one last time. Please don’t bail on me, she thinks. It’s my birthday and I don’t want to cry any more.