Rejection and Reunion

Title: Rejection and Reunion

Rating: safely in PG...though there was that one swear word

Summary: As the title suggests that's what this story's about. Ray demanded a happy ending so I wrote one even if there was a whole pile of angst before hand.

Feedback: Would be appreciated...if you can be bothered

Warnings: it’s FemSlash (f/f) so if you don’t like those pairings, don’t read it

It’s a crush.

Yet it feels like it’s more, is that possible?

Here’s the background. I’m crushing on my best friend. Stupid, I know, but I think I only realised how much I was in love with her when I recognised the extent I would go to just to see her smile or have her attention entirely focussed on me. This is like a stupid cliché. Lesbian teen has giant epiphany and falls madly in love with her friend; except I fell for her before I noticed that I was a lesbian.

So it’s been about three years now. Three long years of alternatively hoping she’d find a boyfriend so that I could move on from this with the knowledge that I could never have her and wishing she’d never have a boyfriend because I know that it would kill me if she ever got one. In all this time I had come out to everyone but her and told only a few people who I was crushing on.

We’re going to the movies now; we being my group. She’s smiling and laughing at something someone else says and I lose myself for a moment. It’s all those little things that she does that completely wipes me off my feet and I can’t explain it but I feel like it’s the only important thing in my life. If she ever cried or was upset, my entire world would start crumbling and I would do anything and everything in my power to take the pain away from her.

After the movie we are supposed to go to dinner and then go back to Erica’s place for a sleepover. Erica knows about my crush and decided to stick us next to each other for the night. I was still trying to decide whether to hug her or kill her.

“Come on, it’ll be fun Senna,” said Erica. Senna looked at her as if she had gone insane.

“Fun? It sounds more brutal than anything else,” she replied. I laughed inwardly. My girl was so innocent I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when we reach thirty. Then again she isn’t my girl and I have no right to ever think of her that way. My internal laughter dies and is replaced by a sadness and longing that could only come from matters of the heart.

“It sounds gross and boring,” chimed in Marie.

“But think of the hot guys!!” gushed Erica.

I rolled my eyes and ignored the conversation. In my opinion, there were no good movies out anymore.

“What do you think Del?” asked Marie.

“Do I really have a say?” I returned laughingly.

“Of course,” replied Erica.

“In which case, let’s watch a horror movie,” I said. Erica looked horrified and then three vehement ‘no’s were heard.

“Then I have nothing else to say,” I said gleefully.

We ended up choosing the movie with ‘hot guys’ and I spent most of the movie just watching Senna. She was focussed on the movie and pretty much ignored everything going around her. I feigned more interest and watched the movie, just basking in the fact that I was sitting next to her.

On the way back and through dinner, a thoroughly useless conversation regarding the hotness of the main characters was being pushed around. Something about rating guys by appearance had never really appealed much to me. I guess Senna just explained to me why.

Back at Erica’s place, we started another movie, halfway through it, Erica and Marie had already fallen asleep. Senna was drifting and I was wide awake and wondering what to do with myself. The movie was boring and being noise pollution so I turned it off and spent the time just watching Senna drift into sleep. Gradually her breathing panned out and I watched her a few more minutes before I finally felt a little weary.

“I love you,” I mutter and sleep claims me gently.

Morning meant food and my tummy seemed to heartily agree as it grumbled. I stared at the ceiling for a while and then turned to face Senna’s surrogate bed.

It was empty.

This made me wake up a whole lot faster and I was sitting up and looking around before I had fully processed that she might not have been in danger.

“Morning,” said Marie breezily.

“Morning Marie,” I muttered. She laughed off my obvious morning grumpiness and continued to smile at me.

“What?” I asked. She shook her head and then looked towards the door.

Erica and Senna were carrying the breakfast tray in and I finally noticed that the sleeping bags had been cleared off the floor. All the bags, except mine.

“Sorry,” I replied. A slight blush came into my cheeks and I got up and helped set up the meal.

Breakfast was relatively silent and we all seemed to be determined to just eat as much as we wanted whilst making really small talk.

“What’s happening today?” asked Erica.

“I thought we could go get some more food. We’re sort of running low,” said Senna.

“Yea, it’s absolutely awesome that your parents let us stay here while they were away, but we’re seriously running low on stuff,” said Marie, stuffing more food into her mouth.

“No wonder with the way you eat,” laughed Erica. Marie looked indignant for a few seconds before caving in and laughing as well.

“I’ll go,” I offered, “Just give me a list.”

“I’ll just go with you then,” said Erica, “TRY NOT TO KILL MY HOUSE YOU TWO!”

The two in question looked innocently at her and stopped slapping each other over the last piece of toast. I rolled my eyes and went to get changed. Ten minutes later and we were walking down the street to the nearby market.

“How you dealing?” she asked.

Erica was still looking straight ahead. I looked up at the sky and watched a bird fly past and land in a nearby tree.

“I’m fine,” I replied. She looked at me like I was insane.

“Alright, so not exactly fine, but not crappy either,” I elaborated. She sighed and we were silent until we were nearly at the supermarket.

“If you need me, I’m here, you know that right?” she asked.

“I know,” I replied. I hugged her tightly. “This isn’t about me anymore though.”

We’d had this conversation often enough for her to understand what that meant. I had reached the point where I would do anything for Senna even if it meant just being her friend for eternity while she found someone else to love.

It was two hours later that we managed to get the food through the front door, laughing and giggling at all the times I’d tripped on flat pavement. The other two were watching television. Or well, more precisely Senna was watching and Marie was busy poking her head under the couch.

“What exactly are you trying to do?” asked Erica.

A thump and a muttered ‘ow’ later Marie looked at us both, her hair sticking up in all directions and holding onto her head.

“Hey wow, food!” she squealed. Erica rolled her eyes and made her way to the kitchen with all her bags. Marie ran after her, asking what she had bought. Senna turned away from the screen.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey.”

“Need help?” she asked.

“Nah, it’s fine,” I replied. I hefted the bags and followed the other two into the kitchen. It was moments like that that filled my heart with every ounce of hope that maybe she felt the same way. It was also why I hated hope so much. I knew that I would never have a chance. Mentally shaking my head of all the things I wish I could do, I helped pack away the groceries.

“Marie and I are going to get some chocolate. Apparently she can’t live without it,” said Erica. I laughed as Marie just dragged the laughing Erica out the door, explaining all the different chocolates.

Senna walked into the kitchen just as I was finishing up.

“Where’d they go?”

“Chocolate shopping,” I replied, rolling my eyes. Senna just laughed and poured herself a drink from the fridge.

“You want to do anything?” I asked.

“I just finished watching a movie, we can watch the other one if you want. It’s all sappy and romance-y,” she whispered conspiratorially. I just smiled at her. Sometimes she was just too cute for words.

So we wound up watching the overly romantic movie and I spent most of the time just wondering if I would ever do that with the person I loved. The longing would have killed me but it was relatively okay. She was lying in my arms to watch the movie after all.

“I wonder if that stuff ever actually happens,” she commented.

I looked at the screen and saw the guy proclaiming how his heart beat faster and his entire being filled with happiness around the girl.

“It happens to me,” I muttered wryly. I hadn’t meant for her to hear it but she did and turned to look at me.

“Really?” she asked dubiously.

“Yes, really,” I replied, trying my hardest to figure out how to change the conversation.

“When?”

Her voice headed into its argumentative tone. Usually I would find it incredibly endearing, but right now I just wanted something to distract her.

“Well? Who made you go all gushy and love-y?” she continued.

“It’s complicated,” I replied.

“You just don’t want to tell me.”

“That might be part of it,” I said. At that moment I wondered if it was worth hiding it at all. If she rejected me I wouldn’t leave her side anyway, though I’d at least know for certain whether or not she felt the same way.

“Who was it?” she demanded playfully.

“You,” I whispered. A silence descended that was only broken by the television and the sappy movie.

“Very funny,” she said, laughing it off, “I’m serious. Who?”

“I’m serious,” I replied softly, “It’s you. It’s always been you. Will always be you sort of thing.”

She pulled away from me and at that moment there was no distance greater. The pain I felt in my heart was only made worse by the confusion in her eyes and another unreadable look.

“Del…I …can’t…”she said.

“Don’t worry,” I interrupted, “I should actually go check on Erica and Marie. They’ve been gone for a while.”

I stood up quickly and almost ran out the door. The blood rushing through my ears was the only thing I heard and the moment I left the house tears were already pouring down my face. I couldn’t take this right now. The day had started so perfectly.

“Del?” asked a familiar voice, “Sweetie what’s wrong?”

“Del?” asked another voice.

“I’m fine. I just…need some time,” I said.

“You don’t look so fine to me,” muttered Marie. Arms went around me and I cried as if there was no tomorrow. And for my heart, there was no tomorrow. It was already over. I had lost and would never be found.

It was a few hours later while I was sitting in my room back at my house that I really thought about it. I had hurt her so many times in the past I was surprised she even bothered to come anywhere near me let along letting me stay her friend. If I had been her I would have left me somewhere ages ago, moved onto more interesting people that wouldn’t threaten to hurt her physically or her feelings.

Tears slowly slipped out of the corner of her eyes. How could I possibly think that she would let me in if the chance of me hurting her is so high? I don’t deserve her, I never did, how could I have ever let myself hope that maybe she could have even a smidgeon of the feelings that I have for her?

A knock on my door made me hide under the covers and pretend to sleep.

“I guess she’s sleeping. Do you want me to wake her up for you?” asked my dad. I wondered who he could be talking to and when I heard the other voice I was torn between running towards her and staying hidden for life.

Somehow I managed to stick a couple of songs that reminded me the most about her and went to bed crying just listening to the songs. It was over then, and even if I didn’t deserve to have her, at least it was out. Now all I have to do is be her friend and nothing more. She probably won’t want to touch you ever again either, so no hugging and other deliberate acts of closeness.

I sighed and began to regret ever telling her. It was those little acts of closeness that made my life worth living in the first place. Either way I had to see and talk to Erica anyway, she kept calling like crazy and I had just silenced my phone.

I walked around the corner and down the street, wishing the sun wasn’t shining just because I felt like the world should be grey. As I neared Erica’s house I heard voices. Her parents still weren’t back from overseas so I knew that it couldn’t be them, and as I got closer I recognised Senna’s voice and Erica’s.

“What do you mean you can’t get through to her?” asked Senna. Her voice was distraught and the anguish in it made my heart break all over again. I stopped before I reached the house just to see what was going on.

“I mean that she’s not answering her phone,” said Erica.

“You said you would talk to her,” pleaded Senna.

“I can’t talk to her if she refuses to see me or pick up her phone.”

“Well, can’t you try harder?”

“Senna, I can’t force her to listen to me,” sighed Erica.

“But…”

“I know …you’re hurting, but she is too,” interrupted Erica. My hopes soared, and in that second my entire world looked bright again. Before I could even move however, their conversation continued.

“I miss her. She’s still my friend right?”

My world crashed in that second and I sat down, my entire body numb from the shock. I couldn’t do it. How was I supposed to walk in to see them both now that I know exactly how deep – or should I say not deep – her feelings were for me? Because you love her, and if the only thing she wants from you is friendship, you’d give it to her because it’s what she wants. This was never about you.

With that mentality, I took a deep breath and stood up on shaky legs and waited until I was calm enough before casually strolling closer to the house.

The moment I walked through the gate Erica and Senna stood stunned for a while before they finally processed that I was really there.

“You’re here,” said Senna numbly.

“Yea,” I replied. I couldn’t force much else out of my mouth. Senna had tear tracks down her face and all I wanted to do was hug her and take away her pain. But you don’t have the right to do that anymore.

I swallowed my rejection and gave her a small smile. It wasn’t fully of happiness but at least it wasn’t forced and she gave me a teary smile in return.

“I think we need to talk,” she said. I nodded, unwilling to trust my voice.

“I’ll be inside if you need me,” said Erica, turning and walking into her house.

There was an awkward silence while we both tried to figure out what to say.

“Del…”

“Sen…”

We laughed as we started speaking at the same time. With the tension broken she indicated that I should go first and I prepared myself.

“Senna, I know that you don’t like me the way I like you,” I said. She merely nodded, looking at me with a worried expression.

“I know that you don’t like me so I won’t push or anything, and if you want me to I’m willing to just be friends,” I said. She took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered.

“It’s fine,” I said shaking my head.

“You’re not fine.”

“I will be. It might just take a little bit of time,” I said.

She nodded and we stood looking at each other for a while.

“Friends?” she asked hesitantly.

“Friends,” I confirmed.

She sighed with relief and hugged me.

“I’m really sorry,” she whispered into my ear.

“Don’t be. I’d rather you say no than lie and say you like me,” I muttered. She nodded and I just savoured the feel of her arms around me.

“We should go inside and tell Erica and Marie, they’ve been so worried,” she said.

“Marie’s here?” I asked.

“Of course, the sleepover!” she exclaimed.

I laughed and she turned and entered the house. I took a deep breath and released it in a sigh. At least I’m still her friend. But the reassurance fell on an empty heart and I followed her in, shutting the door behind me.

Erica hugged me the moment she saw me.

“I’m here if you need me,” she said quietly. I nodded numbly and looked over to where Senna and Marie were talking about some guy on television. Her face looked slightly confused when she looked at me again, but then dissolved into giggles when Marie said something else.

“How you feeling?” asked Erica.

“I’m fine,” I replied automatically.

“Truly?” she asked. I looked back at her and looked into her eyes.

“I’ll deal, but right now I’m just glad she’s still in my life,” I replied honestly. Erica nodded and we moved to join Senna and Marie in front of the television.

It was three months later that I met Jen. She was funny, she was cute and she was gay; in all senses of that word. We were sitting in a club and watching other people dance. I couldn’t dance all that well and Jen just felt like keeping me company, something about missing her girl back home.

“You’re not even fighting for her?” asked an incredulous Jen.

“How do I fight someone that doesn’t exist exactly?”

“For starters you tell her how you feel in explicit detail!” she declared.

I rolled my eyes. Jen was a great friend but definitely not a person that could give you sound advice; especially not after drinking as much as she already had.

“Jen…that only works in movies or stupid love stories, my life is neither of those,” I said.

“How would you know if you’ve never tried it?”

I had to hand it to her though. Sometimes she’d actually say something interesting enough for a thought to cling to it.

“Hey look…hot babes,” slurred Jen. I looked at her and mentally counted how many drinks she’d had. It was almost time to take her back to her room, and whilst in her inebriated state, I wouldn’t even get hassled by her.

I smiled. We did this entirely too many times. For a moment my mind flickered to other people I had used to go drinking with. Memories of laughing with Senna drifted into my mind and I gritted my teeth waiting for it to pass. I hadn’t seen her in weeks. I’d swear she was avoiding me but then again we were busy with university and since we weren’t even in the same one, it sort of made it harder to meet up at all.

“Jen?” I asked sweetly.

“Yar?” she replied, so drunk that she couldn’t even say yes properly.

“We’re going back home now,” I explained. She looked at me as though I was insane.

“No,” she said vehemently.

“Yes,” I said sweetly. I put down my non-alcoholic drink and picked her up easily. She tried to fight but her lack of control over muscles made it easy for me to hold one arm over my shoulders whilst wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her.

“Nooo…” she moaned.

“Too bad,” I replied.

I was almost out the door before I caught the sight of Senna. I stopped and stared at her. She was with some girl and they were laughing together. I closed my eyes for a moment to try and regain my composure. When I opened them again I saw that they had moved closer and Senna was kissing her.

“Wha?” asked Jen when my arm tightened almost painfully on her wrist.

“Nothing,” I said stoically.

Jen seemed to sense my sadness and silenced herself. Even if she was drunk, she was still a good friend. She knew better than to push me when I was like this.

I got Jen settled properly in bed at her house before I left for my own place. As the designated driver I was just thankful that she didn’t puke all over the ground this time.

Looking at the time I realised that it was still early and decided to drive somewhere to think quietly. The most logical place for me to go was the park. It was near my place but it was also extremely near the club we were at before. Then again Senna’s so busy sucking face with her girlfriend, I thought bitterly.

When I reached the park I sat down on a bench and listened to the sound of leaves rustling and gradually succumbed to their hypnotising music and calmed down properly to think.

The kiss I saw was far beyond platonic. That was for certain. The body language itself meant that it was probably someone she was extremely close to. I sighed and looked up at the dim stars. Living near the city had its virtues and its obvious negatives. I missed seeing the night sky, it always made me feel like I could do so much more.

She isn’t straight. She just loves someone else; someone that’s not you.

Unbidden a tear rolled down my face and landed somewhere I couldn’t even hope to see. I knew she was perfect. I knew she was far beyond my reach but this just laid it out so clearly. How I ever thought I’d ever have a chance was beyond me.

I wondered if her girlfriend was smarter or funnier or just plain prettier than me. I laughed at myself but that soon turned into sobs. This is it, I told myself. She’s never going to be yours to hold. It’s time to move on, greener pastures and all that.

At that moment I knew that even if I had given everything I had to her, I had ultimately lost. She had taken my heart years ago. I had nothing left to give her. I briefly considered killing myself but that was dismissed when I realised that even if we hadn’t completely kept in touch she would be upset if I did. I could never cause her pain, even if it caused me more.

When the tears had dried I made my way home. Lying on my bed I stared up at the bland ceiling and wondered again how I had ended up here. How had I ended up alone?

It was a month later than I ran into the girl Senna was with on that fateful night. She was talking and flirting with a group of girls. I figured I should go see what she was doing for no other reason than because I would kill her if she ever cheated on Senna.

“Don’t you already have a girlfriend?” I asked. I was staring at her intently and she merely nodded and smiled sweetly.

“I was just telling these lovely ladies what it was like,” she said.

“What is what like?”

“Making love,” gushed one of the girls.

I swallowed hard to stop myself from screaming. They were definitely more than friends.

“Senna sounds so perfect,” said another one of the girls.

“She is,” I muttered silently.

“How would you know?” asked the suspicious girlfriend.

“I know her,” I replied wryly. I didn’t see the first punch come until it was in my face.

“How the hell could you know her?” she screeched.

“She’s a friend!” I tried to yell, but the words were stuck. I still wanted her to be so much more and some part of me just wanted her to kill me.

“Stop! Lex stop!” yelled Jen. I didn’t know when she had come but I was in the right mind to tell her to let Lex kill me.

“What’s going on here?” asked another familiar voice, this one a completely unwelcome one.

“Senna, did you sleep with this bitch?” asked Lex. Her voice was low and threatening but even with a swollen eye I could see that she wasn’t even remotely intimidated.

“Are you accusing me of cheating on you?” she asked. Her voice was calm but her eyes were blazing furiously.

“I knew you were too good to be true. You’re no more than a common whore. Well I’ll tell you something slut, I can do a whole lot better than you,” screeched Lex.

The sorrow and pain that flickered on Senna’s face made me flinch. That hurt more than any punch Lex could have made.

“She didn’t cheat on you!” I yelled. Lex looked at me and spat on me.

“I’m serious! She would never cheat on someone,” I continued. I had to make Lex see. Lex could make Senna happy in ways I could only dream of.

“It’s over Lex,” was the soft reply from Senna.

“Why?” I demanded. Fear threaded through me. She can’t let her go that easily.

“I can’t love someone who doesn’t trust me,” she replied though her eyes never left Lex’s.

“Well, at least you were a good fuck while it lasted.”

The only reason I didn’t punch her was because I felt like a giant bruise and I didn’t think I would have been able to stand up let alone hit her hard enough to make it hurt.

“Let’s get you to a hospital,” muttered Jen. I had forgotten she was there but managed to nod dumbly as Lex walked away and Senna walked in the other direction.

“In a minute,” I gasped out. I hadn’t realised how much it hurt to talk. My mouth felt like it was swollen and I spat out some blood.

“Now, you really don’t look so good,” said Jen.

“But…Senna…”

I looked towards the direction Senna had walked and pulled away from Jen, determined to try and fix things. I didn’t want to be responsible for hurting the love of my life.

I barely managed to walk one step before I tripped on something and fell flat on my face again. A sickening crack was the last thing I heard before darkness enveloped me.

I woke up to see Jen sitting on the chair flipping channels.

“You know, that’s supposed to be for me,” I said. My voice cracked a bit and it came out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper but she heard me all the same.

“Well, I have two functioning eyes and you have one, so logically I should be the one with power over the television,” she said.

“Great friend you are,” I muttered. It was then that I remembered Senna and her distraught face.

“Senna,” I gasped. Immediately I tried to get out of the hospital bed.

“Whoa…wait a sec,” said Jen, pushing me back down.

“No! Senna!” I said.

“You can see her after you’re healed.”

“No! Hurt!”

“Yes, you’re hurt,” Jen calmly responded.

“No! Senna’s hurt!”

I tried to fight but the adrenalin rush was wearing off and I began to get dizzy.

“Del, listen. You got hurt pretty bad. The last fall kind of broke your wrist which is why you’ve got a cast on. It also knocked you out completely. It’s been two days Del,” Jen explained.

I finally stopped fighting. Two days? That’s too long.

I had to see her now. I couldn’t wait. It wasn’t until she tapped the cast around my left arm that I realised that I wasn’t using my left arm. I stared dumbly at the cast and back up at her.

“Lex sort of managed to swell up your right eye and cut your lip on your teeth. The fall broke your left wrist and knocked you out,” repeated Jen.

I blinked a few times, though since I was only really looking out of one eye I probably should say that I winked.

“So rest for now and I’ll get someone to check no you,” she said.

“Senna…” I protested.

“Later,” she said firmly. I suddenly felt weak and my eye drifted shut.

“Del?” asked a familiar voice.

“Erica,” I gasped. I opened my eyes to see her looking worriedly at me.

“I fine,” I rasped.

“Here’s some water,” she said, handing me a cup.

I drank it down quickly and then rested against the pillows at my back.

“Senna?” I asked nervously.

“It’s not my place to say,” she replied. I nodded silently. You have no right to know. You broke her heart.

“That’s ok,” I said softly.

“Your parents were here earlier,” she said with a smile.

I laughed, or at least tried to, and we spent the rest of the time catching up, deliberately avoiding any mention of Senna. It was an hour later when she said she had to get to uni and she left me there.

Finally alone I tried to get out of bed, only managing to swivel my feet to the edge of the bed. I already felt tired but I was determined. I had to see Senna.

I had managed to put both feet on the ground but when I put my full weight on them I fell straight back down again. Wincing at the pain in my knees from slamming into the ground I didn’t register that someone was helping me back up again until I smelt the familiar scent of Senna.

“Senna…” I sighed.

“Are you alright?” she asked worriedly. I looked at her and smiled. I hadn’t felt this good in months. Maybe getting pummelled was a good thing.

“Del?” she asked when I failed to respond.

“I’m good,” I whispered dreamily. When I realised what I’d said I blushed and tried to pull away from her. I didn’t deserve for her to touch me. I hurt her so badly.

“I’m sorry…” I started.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” interrupted the nurse.

I looked at the intruder with intention to murder her.

“She was just getting back in,” said Senna. She smiled warmly at the nurse and the nurse smiled back. A stab of jealousy wrapped itself around my heart before I could tell myself that I had no right to feel it.

“Well then I should go check on some other patients then,” she said, “And you had better be good for your girlfriend, she’s been sitting by your bed ever since you got here.”

I went into shock and it was Senna’s hand on my forehead that woke me up. The nurse had gone a while ago and Senna looked at me quizzically.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Since I got here?” I questioned. Senna blushed and looked away.

“It was sort of my fault,” she said. I took her chin and forced her to face me.

“Never take the blame for someone else,” I said. She nodded numbly and I realised what position I had managed to wind up in.

“Now explain to me this girlfriend business,” I commanded laughingly. She blushed even more.

“I sort of had to say I was your girlfriend,” she said sheepishly.

“Why?”

“They wouldn’t let me see you otherwise.”

My heart did a happy dance that she would lie just to see me. Even if she didn’t mean it I couldn’t stop the silly grin from appearing on my face.

“I didn’t mean to,” she said softly, “But I needed to know how you were.”

The cut got bigger but I clung to the little thing that she had watched over me while I was sleeping.

“You don’t have to keep pretending anymore.”

It killed me to say it, but I knew how much she hated lying.

“Oh.” Senna nodded slowly.

“Del?” she asked uncertainly.

“Yea?” I was attempting to get into bed and she pushed me further into the middle of the bed to help.

“Do you still want to?” she asked nervously.

“Want to what?”

“Be my girlfriend?”

I stopped moving and turned to look at her, ignoring the weird angle that my leg was now in.

“What?” I asked in shock. She took a deep breath and looked away from me, her eyes wandering around the room and focussing on anything but my.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” she asked again.

I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

“Great. Now I’m delusional and happily dreaming.” I was practically cackling now. When I looked at Senna again I could see that she was embarrassed and slightly hurt.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” I asked rhetorically. She shook her head slightly and looked down.

I lifted her head up to meet my mine.

Swallowing hard I licked my lips and drew closer to her. I looked into her eyes to check that she was sure this was what she wanted before closing my eyes and kissing her gently. It was a closed mouth kiss, but then again I didn’t exactly have experience in this department but her lips were soft against mine and I couldn’t help but blush.

I pulled back and look at her again, trying to see if she regretted it. She gave me a small smile.

“Does this mean you want to be my girl?” she asked goofily. I just laughed and nodded.

Her response was to kiss me again and I was lost in the sweet taste that was uniquely her and no one else.

There all done...what a crappy ending though...and it took me forever to find the right rhythm so I'm sorry for the beginning too