Someone asked if I was going to do EnglandxRussia in a review to "Marriage" so I decided to do the opposite.
Audrey had met her on accident. She had been upset and had attempted to walk it off as far as the next town over before twisting her ankle. She had dragged herself to the nearest doorstep and had sat down, waiting for something while mulling over what to do next. A half hour later, she had come home and had found Audrey sitting on her doorstep looking miserable. Audrey had thought she had been a boy at first with her short hair, tall stature, baggy hockey jersey, and loose jeans.
She had politely asked her who she was and what she was doing on her doorstep. Her voice had been deep for a girl's, but not enough for it to be a boy's. Audrey had been embarrassed and had clumsily explained how she'd wound up hurting herself. She had laughed, and Audrey had glared at her and had crossed her arms. She had invited her insides, saying her mother could probably help more than she could, and had offered her a hand. Audrey had let her haul her to her feet and helped her shuffle inside on one good foot.
She had been surprised to see that her mother was even taller than her, and her mother had been equally surprised to see her at all. She had had her set Audrey down in a kitchen chair. Audrey had felt awkward, being inside their house and accepting their help, but offered up her home number. Her mother had called Audrey's house, but her parents had been gone for the weekend, and the only brother that hadn't left for college didn't have a driver's license. They had decided that Audrey would stay for the night as her mother had to take her younger sister to an event and no one was able to drive her home.
Audrey had then been left alone with her. She had felt nervous around her at first, but those feelings had quickly disappeared as she had taken care of her twisted ankle, expertly and gently. She had told her her name then; Anya. She had never looked away from her ankle and what she had been doing. Audrey hadn't felt comfortable enough to try and start a conversation and sat alone with her thoughts. When she had spoken again, she had only given Audrey instructions for further care.
They had spent the evening together watching television and saying nothing to each other. Still, Audrey had kept catching her glancing in her direction. She had kept pushing away any concern for what the other girl thought of her, telling herself she thought she was just some silly girl who didn't know how to walk properly. Her mother and sister had come home a little later than expected, but their return had nonetheless been a relief.
Her mother had helped her up the stairs to the absent eldest daughter's room. Anya, however, had been the one to provide pajamas for her, out of her own closet. They had been soft, too big for her, covered with some sport team's mascot. She had felt weird wearing someone she didn't know's clothes, but assured herself that it was alright with the smile Anya had worn when she'd offered them out to her.
Audrey had woken up early and had been surprised by a visit from her. She had spoken as awkwardly as Audrey had felt. She had mixed up her words, trailed off entirely, and had smiled sheepishly through it all to apologize. Audrey had thought it was cute, and slowly began to warm up to her. She had responded in little words, then full sentences, then occasionally paragraphs. She had become more comfortable with speaking as well, talking faster and ignoring when she tumbled over words in order to just get her point across. By the time her mother had come to get Audrey, she had moved up from the end of the bed to sit beside her hips.
She had accompanied Audrey back to her house, exchanging contact information with her so they could continue talking later. She had waved goodbye to her, promising to contact her. She had by that night. They had sent each other emails, talking more and more over several weeks before meeting in person again. When they had met at the park halfway between their houses, she had confessed that she felt attraction for Audrey. She had promptly asked to date her, and Audrey had decided that she did want to and had said so. She had hugged her for the first time then.
They had started off slowly. Neither of them had ever dated before. They had their first date at the movies, a whole string at each other's houses with watchful eyes, then dates at cheap restaurants, and then more movies. They could have gone to a dance together, but she had instead decided to bring Audrey to meet her all-male hockey team as they had said that girlfriends were welcome. The boys had been kind enough to her, and Audrey had especially liked her closest friend, Matthew. It hadn't taken long for Audrey to realize that Matthew had been actively supporting their relationship the whole time.
Audrey hadn't made friends with any of the other girlfriends, ignored their looks, and had spent her time next to Anya's side. She hadn't regretted going even if most of what she did had been watching Anya hang out with her friends. Anya had tried to get her to talk and interact more, but she barely said anything to anyone aside from her and Matthew.
They had hit a rough patch after that. Audrey had wanted to spend more time with her, but she had had little to give. What time she could give Audrey, she had wanted to spend close and not talking. She had always gone in for hugs and kisses no matter how irritated her girlfriend had been, and had sometimes shooshed Audrey, complaining that she was wasting the time with her words. Audrey had been put off by her behavior. She had ended up refusing to see her, and that had turned out to be enough to make her listen. She had done her best to explain why she hadn't liked what Anya had been doing, and she had received an apology. They had promised to always talk after that. It didn't always work, but they tried.
Now, Audrey was sitting on her lap sipping hot chocolate. Anya had her arms wrapped around her waist and was resting her head against Audrey's. They had a blanket wrapped around both of them, and they were talking about the snow falling out of the window in front of them. When Audrey finished her hot chocolate and set it down, Anya began gently kissing her neck. She liked it, but they had to stop before her parents walked in on them. Anya didn't give up once she had been forced away from her neck though. She instead pressed a few kisses to her lips. Audrey blushed darkly, and Anya chuckled.
"I love you," she said, suddenly serious.
Audrey gaped at her for a moment. Anya had never said that to her before, and she felt like she was on the verge of tears of happiness. She had leaned into her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, and murmured into her neck, "I love you, too."
So yeah, nothing much. Just wanted to get it out there. Thanks for reading, and please review!