I was tagged by
- Cake
- A pair of ballet shoes
- A racy dream (or an allusion to one)
- A tube of lipstick
Oh, and did I mention that it had to be femslash? Yep. That's probably why this took me so long to write.
In turn, I'm supposed to tag someone, and I tag: Jenny and Kat, except I totally forgot their pennames, so I'll just have to go email them. Tehe.
Limbs tangle.
Lips crash.
Emotions run wild.
Sparks fly.
It's an endless cycle for our two lovers.
By day, they're just friends. Laughing together in the hall between classes. Doing homework together at home after school. Having dinner at each other's house.
Nobody suspected a thing.
Especially not him.
Her boyfriend, her best friend's step-brother, her first kiss. He was everything she could have hoped him to be. So why risk his trust at night?
Only one person besides her knew the answer to that.
That person was her first everything else. Her first love, most importantly.
Unfortunately, they had reputations to uphold, and that's where her fake boyfriend came in. She'd put on a false front every day, hold his hand in the hallways, go on simple dates, watch movies, and kiss him good-night.
Nothing big.
Nothing special.
Nothing exciting.
Nothing like her secrets. The ones that made her squirm in her seats in class, remembering the night before. The only thing she looked forward to each day.
When she'd kiss him good-night and he thought she was leaving his house, she'd simply sneak around back and climb up the vines that led to her real love's room.
He wouldn't suspect a thing, taking a shower and heading to bed each night. He never noticed the squeaks, thumps, and giggles coming from that room. Or if he did, he chose to ignore it, bounding the stairs to his attic room out of hearing distance.
Out of harm's way.
He didn't have to get his heart broken.
Not tonight.
There was plenty of time for that eventually.
This was living for the moment. The excitement of tonight. The thrill of new experiences, new discoveries, and new love.
Sure, someday she'd break his heart, but not today.
Today was about Lizzie. And that tube of lipstick they bought earlier that week.
"Hey Michelle, I know I don't really have to ask, but will you be my junior prom date?" He asked her, as he cut her a piece of cake. They were at a party her parents threw for her, celebrating her ballet success.
"Of course, Edwin." She smiled and dropped her ballet shoes to hug him, glancing at Lizzie over his shoulder who smiled reassuringly and went to find her own date.
How did their little tirade start? We leave that mystery to dreaming. The REM cycle has a powerful way of forcing fate. Racy dream after racy dream, and she cracked, spilling her secrets to a girl who felt the exact same way.
Everything seemed perfect, like a fairy-tale, at least to everyone else, but it's the secrets in the dark that change our lives forever.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this..I've never written LWD or femlash before, so I hope it's not too OOC. Review?