Prologue
Coley likes to sleep on her side. Ever since childhood sleepovers, Sonya's noticed this small gesture and wondered what it meant. She'd always been fascinated with meanings, ridiculous side stories infused in tiny details. The idea that separate tales were connected to be one. All too cliché, though comforting. To her, Coley is one, giant, mysterious story wrapped up in the face of her best friend. It would seem strange that after spending most of her life with this girl, a single episode would make her question everything.
"Coley! Stop!" She'd been so fascinated in the fight that was sprawled out in front of her that she'd forgotten that the red sheen seeping from Trenton's lips was actual blood. Contusions and discolored skin were already marring half his face as Coley pummeled him with her raw knuckles. Again, again, again in cold punches to every part of him she so wanted to hurt. Coley was practically sitting on top of him, immersed on the douche that was content on trying to hurt Sonya. Did she care? Could she care? She should have.
Tearing her possessive friend away from the angry, drunken bastard, Sonya didn't spare a second glance as her boyfriend curled up, moaning from being butchered. No one would say it. He deserved it. Coley let the energy exhaust her, feeling blown out as tears split across her own wounds. It felt ugly to let Sonya see her like this now. She'd done something terrible. But Sonya pawed gently at her friend's bloodied lips, the scarred side of her face. She wanted curiosity to reunite them. The sincerity of Coley's wishes to keep her safe only fed what she knew as genuine trust. They pressed their foreheads against each other's, Sonya's tears hot and bubbly to the version of Coley's. I'm sorry he did this to you.
I'm sorry too.
Gently, now. There was no one else left to tell them no. A kiss to the softness of Coley's mouth, they curved so smoothly, there was no doubt this was what their lives had been missing. And because it felt clean, and because Sonya was cupping Coley's cheek and their breaths were stolen, Coley went in for another. She was not the only one who wanted it. The second time wasn't any better… It didn't have to be. Neither of them had been striving for perfection, just someone else to comfort them. Sonya stared into the beautiful abyss of Coley's eyes. Wondering.
"You okay?"
Coley smiled. She nodded and kissed the burning heat of Sonya's cheek.
Why do I feel this? Coley brushed aside a torrent of talk from her mind for another precious moment with Sonya.
I'm not even sure what I'm doing, but this is my stab at fanfiction based off of Hayley Kiyoko's "Girls Like Girls".