Inner Sense Of...
Summary: Summer's not sure why she likes them, but she does. Anna/Summer.
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Her bedroom is her little secret. Symbols of everything she is and everything she can't show. My Little Ponies sit on her windowsill, sitting next to haphazard Barbies whose clothing went out of fashion years ago. Textbooks sit on the desk amongst vast quantaties of paper with tiny drawings on them, cartoon-style with names like "Miss Buzzard" and "Super Geek". Summer's not sure why she likes them, but she does. She finds herself lost in the tales of her favourite bookworm, battling the fictionalised version of whoever was annoying Anna that week at Harbour; hidden under several very large tomes of Shakespeare lurks "Little Miss Popularity". Summer chooses to ignore that one.
She traces her fingers along the posters that bear names of films she's never heard of and bands whose music means nothing to her. She smiles at the small collection of photos on her bedside table; her friends in Pittsburgh, her parents, Seth and finally herself with Anna, both smiling into the camera with wet hair from attempts to surf in the warm Californian sea.
Summer could spend all day watching Anna in her bedroom, her natural environment where everything is safe and she can be herself. No witty comebacks or pithy remarks.
Just Anna. With her ballgowned Barbies and pink haired Ponies.
When they're alone, and together and nothing seems to matter apart from the fact that Anna's hair is tickling her nose and she's finding out that Monty Python really is that funny, she finally gets to know Anna inside.
Nothing feels better than that.
The End