As she watched the countryside roll by out the train window Sophie Webster's excitement grew. She had jumped at the chance when her sister Rosie had invited her to visit her in London. She felt a bit pathetic being single again and all. While her and Jenna had ended it mutually, Sophie still felt poorly about it. She had to admit that Jenna had just been a rebound. They had shared a mutual affection but it was never the blue hot flame that had been her first love. Drifting apart, it was Jenna who had pulled the plug.
She sighed as she went back over everything in her mind. She knew that they had done the right thing but she wasn't looking forward to being single again. It wasn't like Weatherfield was full of lesbians and Sophie had never been a chick magnet. It also didn't help that she had to see Jenna everyday at the café. At least Jenna had quit working at the corner shop thank god. Things were painful enough as it is without having to find a new job. Weatherfield wasn't exactly a booming economy.
Rosie had been surprisingly sensitive while listening to Sophie's sulking and moaning over the phone. "Wait! That would be Brilliant!" Rosie exclaimed suddenly. "Whut?!" Sophie asked in return. She was never sure what her sister could be on one about. Rosie was always a bit scatterbrained. "I have had the best idea. Come to London, there's plenty of hot lesbos here" Rosie exclaimed. "Rosie, I can't move to London. What about mum?" Sophie asked. "Don't be daft. I mean for just a few days. My roommate is going to be away so I have a spare bed," Rosie explained. "Well Dev does owe me. It's been forever since I've had some time off," Sophie thought aloud. "It's settled then. You're coming. I am so going to set you up with summat, I know lots of fit lesbians" Rosie squealed. "Rosie!" Sophie whinged.
Rosie had lived in London for several years now trying to build a career as a super model. At first Sophie had just scoffed at her crazy sister's bizarre dream. Sure Rosie was pretty. It was the best thing that she had going for her in Weatherfield. But London! Whatever. Despite the doubt of everyone though, Rosie had made a go of it. Or at least she hadn't ended up crawling back home. And really to be fair, who was Sophie to judge her sister anyway. Sophie just had a small job in a corner shop. The same shop she had been working in since she was teenager. It was a bit pathetic.
Sophie knew that Rosie only had the best of intentions. Growing up they couldn't have been more different. Her sister was a slapper, to be sure. As dressing like a hooker and sleeping around became her reason for living, the sisters had had some epic rows. Sophie was the smart one, Rosie the ditz. She was plain looking, while her sister was the beautiful one. One daughter was a do-gooder. The other had no shame. This was how everyone on the street started to think of the Webster sisters.
She guessed that why it had been such a shock when it was finally revealed that Sophie was gay. For once it made Sophie someone worth talking about. That's always how the street worked. The only thing most people cared about was the goss. Her mum had had a proper go about it, while her dad had been supportive. Surprisingly Rosie had been the most understanding. Rosie stood up to anyone who had given Sophie any grief about it. It became understood that anyone who dared give Sophie even a pervy stare, would have Rosie to contend with. And loudly at that.
Sophie had known that everyone would kick off about it once her secret was out. At the time she'd had a few months to wrap her head around it. In one kiss it seemed as if everything had slipped into place. Love was more than having a bloke that took you out for pizza and made your dad happy. It was inside you. It meant that you only cared about what made that person smile. That smile that you knew was only yours. It created an ache that gnawed at you when they were away. Then it was a fire that decimated your heart when you were reunited again. Oh and those soft lips. She couldn't get enough of it. Ever.
The train pulled into London Euston station as Sophie tried to pull herself together. Rosie had said that she'd meet her here, but she doubted that her sister would remember. It would be just like her to forget or be late. Rosie always stood out in a crowd though, and Sophie couldn't miss her on the platform. Dressed in the tightest white leather pants, bright red lippy, and a low cut red top, Rosie was still the slapper. At least there were some things that never changed. Sophie rolled her eyes.
"SOPH!" Rosie shouted, waving her hands and jumping crazily. Rosie squealed and pulled her little sis into a crushingly tight embrace. The sisters made a proper spectacle out on the platform but neither of them seemed to care. It had been far too long. They finally calmed down and headed toward the street.
"Where's all the streetcars?" Rosie whined, as she couldn't seem to get a free one. "I'm sorry what was that? My ears are still ringing sis," Sophie jeered. "Oh behave!" Rosie sneered as a streetcar finally stopped for them. The cabbie came out to help Sophie with her suitcase. They climbed in.
"Oh I can't wait! We'll get some tea and you can give me all the goss," Rosie commanded. "Not much to tell really sis" Sophie slid in beside her. "Then tonight we'll get all dressed up, go out on the razz. We're going to get you shagged Sophie Webster," Rosie jabbed excitedly. Sophie rolled her eyes. "I don't know Rosie! Is Cheryl Cole available?" Sophie laughed. "I don't know. Is she?" Rosie asked honestly as they pulled away.