Ok, this is the 1st fan fiction I have ever written and I'm really nervous about it. It's crazy because I have been reading these stories for years but never thought to actually write something myself. This is a big leap for me, so please review; I accept all kinds of criticism.
I have absolutely the worse organizing skills and I suck at math, which is why I am on my way to the university library to meet up with a tutor who is hopefully patient and willing to work with me. Granted I waited until the last minute, seeing as finals are next week, but it's better now than never, right? The chick, Holly, told me in the email that she would be wearing a blue hoodie but I have yet to spot her, until I am met by a pair of beautiful brown eyes, almost hypnotizing. Whoa, hypnotizing? I have no clue where that came from. Sure, I like girls but I've never been affected by just their eyes.
"You must be Gail?" she asked with a smile taking me from my slight daze.
"Uh yeah, how'd you know?" I ask somewhat perplexed because I didn't tell her what I would be wearing.
"Well I figured by the way you were staring at me that you had to be Gail', she replies with a head tilt and smile, which I thought was adorable. Whoa, I'm losing it here.
"Yeah, sorry I'm Gail," I manage to say. She gives me a look then says, "Okay then, let's find a table where we can get started, from the e-mail you make it seem like it's a lot that needs to be done." Holly says in a business tone, which kind of turns me on, I must say. I really need to get my thoughts under control, I don't even know if this chick is gay. "So what do you want to start on first?" she asks while looking at me.
"Oh my goodness, are you serious?" Holly asks while trying to contain her laughter. "So serious", I laugh "my dad had to take Steve to the hospital to make sure his nose wasn't broken." I say with a smile on my face. Holly and I have been sitting here talking for a good hour now, we finished studying and organizing my binders, now we're here just talking like old friends. I found out that Holly recently graduated, is in the process of going to law school while tutoring part-time for the university and loves playing sports. This whole time sitting with Holly, I felt so relaxed and intrigued by her goals. Usually when I meet somebody I try not to get too close but with Holly it's different, fresh. There was this one cheerleader, Chloe, she was a gorgeous girl but as soon as she opened her mouth I knew I had to flee. Then there was Amber, I thought we really had something until I realized how crazy possessive she was. But with Holly, it just feels right.
"Go on a date with me," I simply say. I don't know where it came from but there it is. "I'm sorry but you can't just say 'go on a date with me', that's rude." She replies with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me this weekend?" I ask with a sweet smile. Before she answers, she just looks at me like she's contemplating what to say.
"I would go on a date with you but I'm already spoken for," she says while looking away. I must say that I am very disappointed but I should've known that somebody like her wouldn't be single; she seems like a great girl.
I just shake my head and ask, "How long have y'all been together?"
"About a year," she replies. "I met her at the university gym, she plays basketball for the school actually but she's graduating this year."
"Well, if things don't work out then here's my number. Maybe we can hang out sometime as friends," I reply with a weak smile. Obviously she can see the disappointment on my face because she keeps giving me an apologetic look.
"We can definitely be friends, and I'm sorry if I gave you any kind of idea," she says with a sweet look. "No you didn't do anything besides be yourself that made me take interest in you. I didn't even know you were gay", I say.
"So, if you didn't know if I was gay or not, why ask me out?" she ask looking perplexed. "I like to take chances. If there is something or someone that interest me I go after it, life is too short to let things go," I reply with a little glint in my eye.
I am happy to say that finals are over and even happier to say that I passed with a 3.5 g.p.a. Go me! I'm packing up the remainder of my things from my apartment with the help of my brother and his friend Sam.
"Any other big stuff that needs to moved out?" Sam asks.
"No I think that's everything, the rest is my roommates," I reply. I'm so ready to be out of this place, my roommate was great and all but she was too trusting, letting any and everybody come to the house. I just can't deal with that anymore so for the time being I will be staying with my parents then looking for my own apartment before summer is over. Holly and I actually became good friends, she was supposed to be helping me move but something came up and she backed out. I would be mad about it but I have two guys I can use and abuse so it's all good. After hauling all my crap to my parents' house, Steve, Sam, and I decide to get something eat. As we step into the restaurant my phone starts sing Brave by Sara Barielles, when I look down and see Holly's name my heart kind of skips a beat.
"Hey guys I'm going to head to the restroom, I'll meet y'all at the booth." I say quickly as I make my way to restroom, answering the phone in the process. "Hey Holly, what's up?" I ask.
" I just wanted to call and apologize again for not making it earlier but I was wondering if you weren't too busy maybe we could meet at the beach a little later, say around 8?" she ask with a somewhat shy tone.
"Yea sure, I can do that. Is everything ok with you?" I ask. "Yea, I'm just stressing a little over finding another job since school is out but I'm ok," she replies. "Alright we'll I'll see you later this evening."
After eating and talking with the guys I decide to head home and get ready for the beach. I decide to wear jeans and a light hoodie because it tends to get a little could at night. I try calling Holly a few times as I pull up to the beach but there's no answer. I'm starting to think she stood me up again until someone knocks on my window, scaring the hell out of me.
"Omg, don't do that, especially at night," I say clutching my chest and opening my door.
"Aren't you like an aspiring cop, shouldn't you be prepared for anything?" she ask with a smirk and hand in hip.
"Whatever," I say because frankly I have no defense for that. She's right, I should be more alert. After I get out my car we start walking towards the water. It's really quiet between us, quieter than it's ever been and I don't know what to make of it. "What's wrong?" I ask sounding slightly concerned.
"What, why do you ask that?" she replies with a semi shocked look on her face. Like she's surprised that I can tell anything is wrong. Holly comes off as the type who has never had anyone look after her. I don't know if that's the case because we never really talk about her past relationships or even her family life but I just get that feeling from her, like she's use to being the caretaker. It makes me just want to envelop her in a big soft hug but I know I can't and she would probably think I'm weird for that. "Because you're quiet and you're never quiet. You're always saying or teaching me something, so what's going on with you? I know you say you've been stressed about finding a job but it has to be more than that," I say making her look at me as we stop walking. Standing here with Holly under the moonlight makes me realize just how beautiful and vulnerable she is.
"My girlfriend thinks I like you, and she may be right but she's being a complete asshole about it. Like she is about everything," she says while looking away.
"How is she being an asshole about it?" is the only thing I manage to say.
"She keeps accusing me of having sex with you. I have been there for her through everything but she's never understanding or caring when it doesn't benefit her." She says with an angry tone. "There's only so much I can take before I walk," she continues before I start kissing her. The minute my lips pressed against hers she froze for what felt like forever then slowly starts to kiss me back and for a moment I think I floated on cloud 9. Our lips start moving against one another so softly and slow, it's like we're both trying to savor this moment. I grab her by her hips pulling her completely against me which in turn awards me a moan, I start taking control of the kiss making it more passionate. I softly bite her bottom lip which earns me another moan before she pushes me away.
"Omg," she's freaking out, "I'm sorry," she says while touching her lip. I just look at her with my eyes half closed, breathing a little hard, "you have nothing to be sorry for," I say stepping closer to her, reaching for her hand which she lets me grasp. She doesn't say anything. She looks at our clasped hand then releases them saying something about the grocery store before running off to her car. And I mean literally run. I thought about running after her but then decided to let her be. She'll call eventually, a kiss like that can't go unacknowledged. Everything about that kiss was amazing, like it will never get old.