Disclaimer: Mortified ans all the character are not mine, I'm not making profit.
Pairing: Taylor / Brittany from Mortified yes it's femslash
Allucination
She opens her mouth look to the sea and tries to talk. But she can't. It's something Taylor is no used to because she usually has lots of way to say the same thing. And she said all of them and people had to shout her up. But not now.
Hector is getting nervous and Taylor is sorry because she wants to tell him but it's impossible. Every time she looks around Taylor is sure a microphone will appears of the centre of the hearth and will amplify her words. And the pretty-preppy girls in bikinis, the couple and her little daughter playing doing a sand castle, and that teenager and his furry dog will all be awarded of what happened to her last night. And so will her parents, sister, and the rest of universe.
She looked at Hector, she must say something.
-It's just…hard you know?
-No, I don't- He sight. - You know, you don't have to tell it, if you don't want.
-I will tell you. I only have to find a way to explain it right.
- I see…
It's only Taylor can't explain it just like it happened because Hector is far too realistic to believe it. Besides, talking about her evening spent with Brittany will upset him more than he already is.
But she absolutely has to, because it's far too weird for her to keep it to herself. Or for her others selves. It was only a second in her house with Brittany. Taylor didn't see it coming. They were talking about something, music, videos, You Tube, St. Lavinia's, Brittany proposed to try make-up. Taylor was okay.
Brittany took a little box under her bed and put it in the bed where the two girls were sitting. It was pink; a lot of Brittany's things are pink. The gloss she took of the box was too. With bright lips they were pouting and laughing and pretending to be their mother or ….. And Brittany said ''she's so pretty'' and Taylor rolled her eyes smiling.
And then, Brittany put more gloss or her lips. She knelt in the bed, hand in her hips and send a flying kiss to and imaginary audience, rolling hair in her fingers.
All became white. And the Flune's house turned into as American twenties music hall. An orchestra is playing salsa there is smoke and candles. Brittany is the best dancer wearing a red dress with feathers. And Taylor is a private detective looking for answers. She is sitting in the first table, in the scenery Brittany is knelling and dancing is smiling to her. They are looking to each other. And when the shows ends Brittany go to see her and they kiss. It was good and exciting because she knows Brittany and she is like her girlfriend.
It was seconds. But when it all became the princess room again the good sensation of kissing Brittany and holding her in her arms.
She remains silent and princess asks if she was ok.
But she isn't ok. And that's because she have to talk to Hector. She had to talk know to avoid rethinking in Brittany with pink gloss and feathers. His best friend was distracted and annoyed.
-Hector!
He turned his head.
-So…you are going to tell me or can I go spend my day talking to the wall.
She smiled.
-No, I can tell. It's hard you know…It's about salsa.
Now, Hector is more curious than upset and she looks puzzled to Taylor who is smiling ashamed and nervous.
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