Disclaimer: Again, this is something a little different. (Maybe I should just warn you if these things aren't different in the future!) And once again, involves a femmeslash relationship. The characters aren't mine, they're from The Bill, but I'm sure you know that by now!
I recognised her immediately, Samantha Nixon, Sam for short. I used to go to college with her, not that we ever spoke though. I knew quite a lot about her. Okay, so that makes me sound like a stalker, I'm not, honest I'm not. She was popular, that's all. She used to smile at me, well, until one of her friends caught her and then that was that, she never smiled again, even when there was no one else around. I doubt it was her choice to cease those smiles we shared, her friends probably told her to. It's a shame she didn't stand up for herself.
Those smiles are old memories I've never been able to forget, and trust me, I've tried. Every time I looked at her I had to fight myself to stop me from shivering. She was someone I'll never forget. I think, if I'm honest with myself, she could have been the love of my life. But how can I say that when all that was between us was a smile every now and again? Though I felt like I could. She was gorgeous. She still is. But hey, I expect she's straight. Why is it that the ones you want are always the ones you can't have?
She was just out of reach, even back then. The only thing that was blocking her was her friends. Well, that's what I like to tell myself anyway. We were at that age that everyone experiments at. Well, I already knew I was a lesbian, so maybe I could have been her experiment. That sounds stupid doesn't it? But then again, I've been enough people's experiment to know it's possible. So maybe it's a good thing she didn't use me, after all, every other experiment ended in my tears, and I have a feeling she would have hurt me more than others did.
But whoever she was to me, I liked her being around. I suppose in a way it taught me a lesson in life. it taught me I can't always have what I want, and she did a better job of that then my parents ever did when they banned me from having a boyfriend when I hit twelve! Not that I complained because they had no problem with me going upstairs with a female friend, and why would they have, eh?
But I guess I should see if Sam remembers me, I hope she will, but then again when I have I ever got what I wanted when she's concerned.
She seemed to spring out of her own thoughts when I approached her, jumping to her feet and offering me her hand. 'Hi, I'm Sam Nixon.'
'Hi, Jo Masters.' I took the hand offered to me, shivering slightly as our nerves collided. I looked down to our hands, so perfectly fitted together.
I heard Sam gasp, and then instantly blush when I looked up. I wonder why? Did she feel the same connection I did?
No, she couldn't do, she didn't even remember me.