((This is a female x female story of Poland and America. Dormitory setting, spring time. My first fic, I own nothing, I just typed this and imagined it. I hope you enjoy.))
Felicia sat on the bed parallel to her roommate's. Amelia would be back any minute from baseball practice.
Does my hair look alright? Is there food in my teeth? Oh thank God, my uniform looks fine.
The fifteen year old Polish Freshman fluffed her long blonde hair, the sunlight put the most brilliant spark of glitter in her emerald eyes. The door sqeaked open. Felicia pretended to be consumed in reading her World Civilizations text book. Amelia poked her head through the door. "Hey, are you busy?" the American called. "Oh I . . .uh. . .I'm not busy! Come in, please! This is your room too after all, right?" Felicia stammered, beet red.
How come my brain turns to jelly when I talk to Amelia? Why can't I talk right?
Amelia laughed and said, "Duh, I just didn't wanna stop your studying." She threw her helmet and bat in a box at the edge of her bed, kicked off her cleats, and lay down on her bed, arms functioning as a pillow. Grass and dirt stains dotted Amelia's jumper and blouse.
She forgot to put on her sport clothes. And she doesn't even care how dirty she is!
The Polish girl looked away. "Don't you have a date with Anya or something?", she said coldly, arms crossed. Amelia blinked a few times and sat upright. "No, she dumped me for Chun a three days ago. I saw this coming back when we started going out, so I can't say that I'm surprised or hurt. I was bored, waiting for a girl I know I can treat right and I love. I know she'll never come around, but a girl can dream." Amelia said calmly, and returned to her earlier position with eyes closed. It took Felicia a moment to process this information.
Do I like Amelia? Is that why- wait. Could it be that she likes. . . .me?
"So. . . .what does this mystery angel-girl look like?" Felicia inquired. Amelia's deep blue eyes darted around. "Pretty blonde hair, nice green eyes. Real cute. I think you know her." she gave a subtle wink.
It's Alice Kirkland. It must be.
Felicia's heart sank. "You know. . . .there's been this odd feeling in my chest when I see you, Amelia. What do you think it means?" Amelia had the faintest smile and giggled. "I know precisely." The American sat on the other girl's bed, right next to her, held her hand, and said, "I've wanted to do this for a while." Amelia kissed Felicia passionately on the lips.
I can get used to this.
"S-sorry if I'm jumping ahead, but are we . . . . .together now?" Felicia broke away from the kiss. "You bet your bonnet we are, sugar." Amelia replied, as they locked lips a second time.
Oh, yes. I can get used to this.
