Story featuring characters named Tegan and Sara. This might be a one-shot but if I am inspired or people show interest I will write more. :) Enjoy and please review.

Edit: I actually wrote the opening of this a while ago and forgot. :p

Alligator Tears

Tegan POV

Sara had finally broken it off with her girlfriend of 5 years, Emy. Now it was my chance to show Sara how well I would treat her and how good we would be together. I am her sister and I know her inside and out. I know what she has been through and I know what makes her happy. Sara and I tour all the time and I know she does it for the love of music, and the love of me. If she didn't love me, she would go solo. My twin is so much more talented than me. Her music is so amazing and profound. I scribble down a song in a matter of minutes but she takes weeks. She puts a lot of thought into it and it carefully crafted so that each painful word slices through me like a blade and every happy line (although these are rare) sends butterflies through my stomach. She is my dream woman. Even though we are twins, it doesn't creep me out. We are not identical and her face is a different shape. Not to mention her style is completely different. I try to wear a vest but it does nothing for me. Sara wears a vest and all I can think about is how much I would like to slide my hands underneath it and grab her sides and pull her close to me and …... well I'm getting off topic. The point is that I love her. In the most simple and complete way possible. I want to be her everything because she is mine. I am in love with her. Head over heels. People may think its wrong but how can love be wrong? We wouldn't be hurting anyone. This is just how I feel. Sara confuses me about how she feels sometimes. But when she does show me affection, it makes all of her negative comments and mixed signals go away.

I will tell you about a time when I thought I would finally get to be with her, really be with her. We were in New York City. It was extremely cold because it was in winter. Sara was sick and her Emy wanted to drag her out into the snow to go see an art show. Sara does not take confrontation very well and I don't like seeing her upset. As Emy continued to nag Sara, I grew more and more angry as I listened from behind the slightly open door of our conjoining hotel rooms.

Emy: Sara you never do anything with me anymore.

Sara: For fuck's sake Emy can't you see I'm sick? You should be taking care of me.

Emy: Everything I do is for you. It's always YOU. Even my career is mostly about you.

Sara: That's not my fault. I would do stuff for you if you wasn't Ms. Fix-it arts and crafts woman. Most of my songs are about you.

Emy: Yeah, and those songs are really happy and loving aren't they?

Sara: Emy just let me rest ok? (eyes beginning to fill with tears)

Emy: Those aren't tears for me. They are selfish alligator tears.

Sara: Leave please. (her voice cracking)

Emy: No. I'm not putting up with this anymore. We aren't official anymore but everyone knows we are supposed to be together. You need to get your priorities straight or I am leaving you life for good.

Sara: What? You are willing to just give up completely on us over some stupid art show?

Emy: It's not some stupid art show! It's everything! You care too much about yourself, your music and your sister.

(Hearing Emy basically call me out made my blood boil.)

Sara: Don't start with that again. (Sara said in a firm direct tone.)

Emy: You are just carrying Tegan through this. You could be a solo artist and just play in small clubs. You are not the big festival tour type of person. I know you.

(You don't know Sara at all. She loves big crowds. She likes to think she is a stand up comedian and she wants to hear people sing those negative, heartbreaking songs that you have caused her to write. I do admit though I think she would be better without me.)

Sara: OUT! Get the fuck out now! (Sara stood up shaking with anger.)

There was a long awkward pause and the mood of the room changed completely.

Emy: Always on her side. (Emy slurred slowly with a curious but dangerous look in her eye.)

Emy slowly drifted towards Sara. Her size towering over the much smaller Sara. Sara had not seen her like this before. What was this look in her eye? What was she doing?

Sara: Emy what are you doing?

Emy: You are mine Sara. (Emy's possessive words terrified Sara. Emy's hot breath poured over her and she felt trapped.)

Sara: Emy …. (Sara whimpered weakly) …. please....

Tegan: Get away from her now! Seriously, back the fuck up!

Emy: Oh of course. Look who it is intruding on our relationship again.

Tegan: You are not going to hurt my sister.

Sara: Tegan. (Sara said pleadingly. So happy to see her sister defending her. But nervous about what was going to happen. Tegan looked like a knight in her skinny black jeans and oversized black hoodie. She looked so brave and beautiful.)

Just then Tegan leaped towards Emy knocking her to the ground. Tegan furiously flew her fists at the much larger woman. Emy took a swing here and there but Tegan's rage was stronger. Fearing Tegan would kill Emy, Sara pulled Tegan off. Emy quickly rose to feet. Her face swollen and already beginning to bruise.

Emy: You'll regret this.

Emy exited quickly. Tegan turned towards Sara. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

Tegan: Are you ok? Did she hurt you?

Sara: I'm ok Tegan. Thank you for coming in like that, when you did. I was so scared. Let me get something for your mouth.

Tegan touched her mouth then removed her hand to reveal the blood. She didn't even feel it. Sara came back with a cloth and some alcohol to clean the wound with. Tegan winced at the pain of it being cleaned but was happy Sara was safe. Having Sara so close and with her hands on my mouth was a bonus. Sara finished and looked into Tegan's eyes and smiled. This look made Tegan weak in the knees and she let out a crooked half way smile.

Sara: You're my hero Tegan.

Before Tegan could say anything. Sara wrapped her arms around her sister and embraced her tightly. Moments like this is what Tegan lived for. Being completely wrapped up in Sara made the world fall away. All that existed was just the two of them. As Tegan took in the moment and inhaled Sara's scent. She heard her sister whimper and felt a tear run down their pushed together cheeks.

Tegan: Sara? Are you ok? (Tegan whispered)

Sara: Tegan I have something to confess ….

Tegan: Yes?

Sara pulled back and tearfully looked into her sister's eyes. Just as her mouth was beginning to open she let out a giant sneeze that covered Tegan's entire face.

Tegan: Oh my God Sara! Ew!

Sara: I'm sorry. Really did NOT mean to do that.

Tegan: Well you did always call me snothead when we were young. Now it's true!

Sara chuckled half relieved but half saddened by her interruption. Oh well there is always next time.

So guys what do you think? I'm unsure about the structure of the story. Any suggestions?