Hey everyone! Finally moved things over to ff. There are two of us writing this. You can call me SQ and her TQ. She'll be writing all of the Tegan parts and I'll be writing all of Sara's. We love love love feedback, so please leave comments if you can. The story is pretty self explanatory, but if you don't understand something, just let us know. Enjoy darlings. :)
I don't know when it started, All I know is that it existed.
It consumed me-heart, soul, body and mind.
-SARA-
As my professor chirped away about some typeface bullshit, that I couldn't care less about, my thoughts still drifted to her. My phone had buzzed only a few minutes ago, signaling that I had a new text. I wasn't sure who it was from, but I knew who I wanted it to be-Tegan. That name sparked something inside me that I've yet to perfectly define.
There was this strange ache in my chest. And it seemed to be linked directly to her.
I just can't figure it out. I miss her. But I can't miss her…can I? I mean, we've never even met. How can I miss someone I've never laid eyes on in person. God. I'm too fucking insane for this. Adjusting in my seat, I tried to ignore the clock, hoping time might pass more quickly. I tried to pay attention, really, but when something takes you over in such a way, nothing else really matters as much. It's hard to focus, like the feeling of having one too many drinks.
After the hour and a half leached by, it was time to go. Finally. I grabbed my phone and with a sharp intake of breath, glanced at the screen. There it was. The name that sent goosebumps throughout my body. Sliding the bar over, I eagerly read the message. Hey beautiful, how's class? Ah, she shouldn't call me that…but fuck I love when she does. I quickly typed out a reply. Finally out, geeze. It took forever. She just kept going
on about the differences between Transitional and Modern. I just. I don't care. Come cuddle? I hit send, grabbed my bag and headed off.
Walking to the elevator, I put in my earbuds and pressed play. Little Bird entered my ears and it immediately reminded me of Tegan. Of course, every song had that affect these days. The words captured my feelings for her, yet didn't completely encompass their intensity. I let the grin slide onto my face and mindlessly tapped my fingers to the rhythm. Reaching my floor, the doors opened and I walked out into the busy dining hall. As I weaved through the crowd, she was still on my mind. I tried to come up with reasons why she would be so important to me, but still, I failed. There was this magnetic draw to her that I just couldn't explain. This girl, with a similar face, had such a pull on me that it seemed my every moment revolved around thoughts of her. I had known her for only a few months, yet she had quickly become an essential part of my life. Right now, I just wanted to pull her close, entangle myself in her and remove any distance that might try to interfere.
Shaking my head, I pushed open the double doors. I tried to clear my head and remind myself that that wasn't just an insane idea, it was also impossible. Tegan was four hours away and neither one of us drove. We were also both in relationships. And while we were convinced what we had was not romantic, convincing others was a different story.
The summer sun hit my pale skin and I could immediately feel the pink rise into my cheeks. New York wasn't known for its heat, but this summer would be killer. It was only April, yet the temperature was already in the high 80s. My pocket buzzed and my heart immediately lept in my chest. With sweaty hands, I quickly pulled out my phone. But it wasn't Tegan's name that I read, it was Emy's. A smile spread over my face. Meet me for coffee? All I wanted to do was go home, take a shower and enjoy the AC but I would never turn down coffee. Especially if it was with my beautiful girlfriend. I'll be right there, babe! I replied and trotted down the stone steps. I quickly headed across the street and down the block to a small coffee shop. It was tucked away in the corner space of what looked like a rundown factory. It didn't look like much, but it had the best coffee in the city.
As I pulled open the door, the cold air washed over my body and I gasped. I stepped inside and let the delicious scents of the place, overtake my senses. As my eyes began to adjust to the darkness, I scanned the tiny tables and booths, scattered throughout. Then I saw her. As beautiful as ever. Sitting in a corner booth, Emy was propped up on one elbow and glancing down at her phone. Her short hair hung in her face and her bottom lip was pinched between her teeth. I meandered around the other tables that blocked my path and scooted in the booth across from her. She jumped at my presence, clearly snapping out of her daze. Her face lit up and she looked at me with those gorgeous blue green eyes. "It took you long enough", she said with a smirk. I slid my hand into hers and leaned across the table "I almost got hit by a car, trying to get to you. Do you even care?", I spoke. "Not at all" she replied. A grin spread throughout her face and we both laughed in a comfortable unison.
She slid an iced beverage towards me, along with an unopen straw. "Aww, babe! Thank you!" I said in a voice that was MUCH higher pitched than normal. "Of course! It's fucking hot outside. I mean, isn't this supposed to be spring?" she said as she leaned back in her own booth and grabbed her own drink. I let out a noise that could only be understood by some sort of bird and quickly unwrapped my straw. Punching it through the top of the drink, I immediately brought the straw to my lips and sucked in. The icy liquid entered my body, chasing away the heat. I sighed and slunk down into the booth, leaning against the wall on my right side. Emy was busy gulping down her sickly sweet beverage and enjoying the oasis from the heat, as I was.
I heard the vibration of my phone against the booth and I could tell by her face, that Emy heard it too. "Tegan, I'm guessing?" she spoke. Her words somewhere between a question and a statement. Her eyes focused on her drink as her fingers traced the droplets clinging to her glass. I grabbed my phone and saw Tegan's name displayed on the screen. "Of course" I replied, knowing that the answer wasn't really necessary. I fought the need to read the message and sat my phone on the table. Lifting my eyes to Emy's face, I grazed her hand with mine and intertwined our fingers. She grinned and looked at me. The worry was noticeable in her face and I gave her a reassuring glance as I squeezed her hands. "I love you, Emy. You're the only one I love". As the words flew out of my mouth, her posture reflected her belief. I loved her, that part was true. But in the depths of my soul, I knew the last part of my statement was a lie before I even spoke the words.
