Fiona Coyne Day
Chapter One
Imogen Moreno opened her locker with a soft clink, the door whining as she pulled it open, her bag slung over her shoulder loosely. She was dressed casually, a pair of black shorts around her gently fanned hips, a long graphic t-shirt with a spectacled cat plastered on it hugging her torso, her hair tied up with various colorful pins, keeping it out of her way and completing the unique look she was so fond of. She pulled at the jacket that hung around her arms and threw it into the locker, slightly miffed that her mother had pushed it on her, insisting that she may get cold and get sick if she didn't take it, her soft, rational voice difficult to argue with.
She had to admit however, it was nice having a mother around to pester her with random concerns for her well being.
Natalie's help was greatly appreciated now that her father's mental capacities had started to dwindle more and more with each passing day. The woman she now gladly called her mother had proven to be very helpful in taking care of him. It was strange how much she had actually started to enjoy her mother's company, how much she enjoyed explaining certain things to her on the weeks she stayed with her at her condo. She enjoyed her mother's questions about her day, the way her eyes softened and the way her voice grew light with humor as she recalled her own youth. She especially enjoyed talking about Fiona and she found her mother liked hearing about it, much to her relief. Yes, this relationship with her mother was certainly something that had begun to grow on her, something she could say she-dare she say it? - liked.
The spunky grade 12'er gave a soft sigh, pulling the jacket out again and folding it neatly before putting it back. She turned her head slightly, her lips curling into an inevitable smile as her brown eyes flickered over the dozens of photos that were plastered all over the interior of her locker.
There they were; the magnificent three as she fancied calling them; Eli, Fiona and herself, all scattered about her locker in clips, framed with vibrant hues of color and bits of cut out construction paper. They were random stills, moments of hilarity, their smiling faces bashful and shy, animated and silly; embarrassed and honest on the other side of an insistent lens. The photos were shot in the moment, quick memories caught and immortalized for lonely days that were surely lingering 'round the bend. There they were; sitting together at lunch, cutting out poster board, working on assignments, laughing and horsing around, their faces irritated and happy and everything in between.
She gave a soft laugh as she shoved her text books into her locker, her eyes dancing with amusement as she remembered a few of those incidences, remembered their bashful and annoyed voices as they complained that nothing could ever be done without documentation, Fiona's eyes dancing without a single trace of annoyance, Eli looking exasperated and genially irritated. Imogen bit her lip to stifle another laugh, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"Someone looks happy today." a smooth voice remarked, breaking her pleasant reverie.
The spectacled girl felt a sudden shiver run through her at the sound of the lovely voice behind her. Immediately her knees weakened, her heart sped up, a sudden rush of both excitement and faintness running through her; she reached forward, grabbing a hold of the locker door to keep her from swaying. Only one person had the ability to cause such an exuberant reaction from her and that one person was the apple of her eye, her best friend, her beloved and ever so lovely girlfriend, that person was-
"Fiona Coyne. Greetings and salutations." Imogen welcomed, turning around on the heels of her high tops cheerily, her lips curled into a wide toothy grin.
Fiona stood there with all her regal and elegant glory, with her delightfully pale skin, soft to the touch, her beautifully rounded face, perfect in its minute details and her gray blue eyes that never failed to leave Imogen breathless. She stood before her in a roomy navy dress, red blazer and high heels, her dark thick curls spilling over her shoulders in glorious abundance. Imogen felt her smile grow wider, feeling her chest swell with pride at the beauty before her; at the perfection her girlfriend always displayed. She was definitely lucky to have found such a stunning beauty to call her own.
"Happy Fiona Coyne Day." the beautiful socialite offered with a lopsided grin, blue-grey eyes glinting with good humor, her round cheeks dimpling with a carefully contained excitement Imogen knew all too well.
"Well, isn't this a surprise." Imogen drawled, her voice dipping and rising playfully as she leaned forward, her fingers tugging at her girlfriend's thick curls adoringly, enjoying the way they sprung back into tight rings when she released them, "I was more than certain that Fiona Coyne Day was-what?" Imogen tangled her fingers together in front of her and made a face, pretending to wrack her brain for the information, "Three weeks ago?" she offered, with three fingers, "Or was that just my imagination?"
The beautiful girl could only giggle at her adorable girlfriend's antics, her smile growing wider by the second.
"You are correct Miss Moreno, but my attempt to redo Fiona Coyne Day was a failure, if you recall." Fiona said playfully, cocking her head to the side as she spoke, "And now that things seem to be in order between me and Drew and between you and your Dad, I'd like to try it again." the socialite offered with a satisfied look. Imogen couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the mirth in her girlfriends voice, the delicate and not-so-lady-like implications it carried. Imogen loved Fiona's voice; she always had even before she even realized it. She loved how it dulled in her throat slightly when she was overwhelmed with something, how it rose and dipped playfully when they teased each other, how it wavered oh-so-painfully when she doubted something, some aspect of their relationship she always thought she was responsible for. She loved everything Fiona Coyne. And Fiona Coyne Day was no exception.
"Well then, aren't you in luck? I just happen to be free today and I would be honored to spend my very First Fiona Coyne Day-Do-Over with you." the spectacled girl announced quite proudly.
The blue eyed beauty giggled, the sound making Imogen's heart work twice as hard in her chest, making her smile grow wider and toothier.
"Well, I guess I'm lucky now aren't I?" the polished socialite said with a happy dimpled smile, "So, movies and take-out at my place tonight?" she suggested, her eyebrows and voice rising hopefully, "Drew is giving us the whole night to ourselves. He has a date with Bianca and he'll be out until tomorrow." She announced with a happy smile. Imogen made an exaggerated face, turning from Fiona dramatically and touching her forehead like some quintessential southern belle.
"Gasp! Well, Miss Coyne I didn't think you took me for that kind of lady!" Imogen said, feigning indignance. Fiona giggled at the response, her cheeks gaining a flourish of color at the suggestion.
"I never said anything about that!" she defended, looking at her girlfriend with amusement and something else dancing in her eyes.
"Well you didn't have to! I saw the way you were undressing me with your eyes!" Imogen accused dramatically, looking her girlfriend up and down suggestively, unable to contain a wolfish grin. Fiona gave a laugh, swatting her playfully on the shoulder.
"! You're terrible!" she scolded softly, her smile never faltering an ounce.
"I know." she giggled, tugging her girlfriend closer, her hands having since traveled from her shoulders to her waist, her fingers curling around the loose material of her dress. Fiona's perfume tickled her nose; something ridiculously expensive and Parisian and very Fiona-Coyne-like, "Just for the record though, I am not that kind of lady." she murmured, her grin suggesting otherwise.
Fiona giggled, allowing herself to be lead into a warm embrace, she felt her heart dance with joy, her tummy fluttering as her girlfriend rested her chin against her neck, her breath against the delicate pale skin of her collar.
"I should hope not Miss Moreno." she said with a happy smile, pulling away slightly and looking at her girlfriend adoringly. "And I don't expect you to be." she added quickly, blue eyes filled with honesty and patience, "We're taking things slow remember? Whatever speed you're on, I can be it on too." The socialite said with a happy smile, quoting what she had said many weeks ago in their defining moment between friendship and romance when they still stood uneasy before each other, unsure what expectations lay ahead.
Well, that hadn't been entirely accurate. Imogen knew that.
She knew it hadn't been a question on both parts; it had been a question on her part. She knew this and she was grateful for Fiona's patience with her. She had been grateful Fiona had set off to find her, to make things up to her, to set things straight, so to speak. She had been grateful for the lovely girl who cared for her enough to sort things out with her despite the doubts that consumed her.
Yes, she was definitely lucky.
Very lucky.
Imogen had to refrain from gushing visibly at the wondrous girlfriend Fiona Coyne had proven herself to be.
She leaned forward, tugging the beautiful girl closer so she could kiss her softly.
Fiona eagerly complied, melting against Imogen's soft lips helplessly like she always did.
Imogen loved that. She loved the way the gorgeous girl became puddie against her wandering hands and insistent lips, the beautiful Fiona Coyne delightfully helpless in her arms.
After exchanging soft, innocent kisses they pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling with mischief. Imogen smiled at the blue eyed girl, bringing her hand up to brush her curls away from her face adoringly, fingertips lingering a bit longer than was needed. Fiona smiled shyly, her eyes speaking words she knew she couldn't say just yet but Imogen understood in the depths of her heart.
"You two really should head to class."
The two love birds broke apart quickly at the sudden rumbling voice behind them, blue and brown eyes opened wide in surprise.
Fiona stumbled un-gracefully backwards in her high heels, wind milling her arms about desperately while trying to keep her balance. Imogen hit the back of her head against her locker door while backing away, wincing and jerking forward quickly.
"Ow!"
"Dallas! What the hell!" Fiona cursed angrily, her face adopting a rose hue at being caught so shamelessly against her girlfriend and by this particular jock of all people.
The tall hockey player chuckled, opening his locker and looking over at the two girls with lingering eyes.
"Just saying, it's getting late. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't mind watching two hot chicks make-out in front of the lockers all day, but I'm pretty sure you guys are going to be late." he continued, his voice low in his chest and unnerving. Fiona gave him a displeased look and Imogen glared indiscriminately, not bothering to hide her displeasure for the tall and overly friendly jock who insisted on flirting with her girlfriend. Didn't he get the not so subtle hint?
"You're awful Dallas." Fiona shot, her blue-grey eyes amused despite her words; Imogen noted it quickly, turning her glare to her girlfriend in all of two seconds. She never learned now did she?
The jock gave a low chuckle and shut his locker, swinging his book bag over his broad shoulder in a fashion that very well deserved a metal, his cool demeanor never cracking for an instant.
"I'll let that one slide, just for you." he said with a wink, making his way over to the two, his grin wide and self deserving. Imogen grit her teeth.
Fiona couldn't help but laugh at his shamelessness, much to Imogen's displeasure, "Get out of here you meat head!" she scolded, swatting his shoulder as he walked passed them, his cool attitude never faltering.
"Alright! Alright! But only because you two are my favorite gal-palls." he said with a wink, running back to the flock of jocks he had strayed from. Imogen scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"He really needs to get that attitude checked out." The tan girl grumbled, leaning against her locker and glaring in his direction, all previous good humor having evaporated with the heat of jealousy, vanished completely from her expression.
Fiona gave the slender girl and bemused smile before leaning in closer to her, all apologetic smiles and affection.
"He's just a jock." she assured gently, waving her hand dismissingly in his direction.
That was true, he was just a silly boy pining for her girlfriend's attention, a puppy following her around, fully aware that fate had worked against him long ago and had favored the female gender the victor.
That was both comforting and infuriating at the same time, the knowledge that he still stuck around despite knowing very well he had no chance with the beautiful socialite.
"So, tonight? My place?" Fiona offered, hoping to lighten her girlfriend's mood with promises of kisses and cuddles to come. She was well aware Imogen disliked the tall Ice Hound for more than just one reason, but she didn't want the mood to spoil because of such an insignificant bystander.
"Definitely." Imogen said, her wolfish grin back on her face, the delightful spark in her eyes smoldering once again with promise, "I'll have Natalie drop me off at 6."
"Sounds like a plan." Fiona said, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Imogen's cheek, "Now let's get going shall we?" she chirped, offering the slender girl her arm gallantly. Imogen accepted graciously, grinning up at the curly haired beauty.
"Let's."