Gaga Over A Girl
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Well you know, the same old I don't own The O.C. The characters belong to the rightful owners. Blah blah blah.
Summary: You've experienced girl crushes before. You've dreamt about lesbian encounters. But when you decide to take the plunge and make your fantasy become reality – does that make you a lesbian?
A/N: It's going to be a short fic.
Chapter 1
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my boss, Rachael Hoffman strutting past the white Formica desks greeting the editorial staffers with a curt nod. Swiftly, I back paged out of a fan fiction site, and soon I found myself peering hard into the computer screen of a previously saved draft article. She made her way over to my desk, her heels making a clacking sound - which I found fucking irritating.
Who am I to comment? I wore heels myself.
Rachael stood in front of my desk probably waiting for me to finally notice her presence. I counted to three before lifting my head to see her smiling warmly at me. I arched my neatly trimmed eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"Hard at work?" she asked good-naturedly. I took a fleeting glance at my colleagues – some were giving me the green-eyed looks (boohoo, sucks for you I'm friends with her) while few of the perverted males' eyes instantly glazed over and I automatically know it's because they were hearing the "do-wacka-wacka" of cheesy porn music in their head. See, Rachael is a girl-loving girl, and apparent me + her ultimate girl-on-girl action fantasy of the corrupted minds of my males colleagues.
I must admit it's kinda flattering.
"As always," I answered. Well, don't judge me and label me as a slacker for that short indulgence of fan fiction a while ago. I was swamped with work that I preoccupied with for a three-hours straight. "You know me, the more outputs I manage to churn out, the more inputs I received…" I trailed off with an impish grin, "…meaning promotion and salary increment of course."
"Well aren't you discreet," she teased. "I made a promise a week ago, that if you hand me a top-notch article – one that doesn't have 'How To Lose 3 Inches of Your Waist in Seven Days' like the ones your workmates produced, the junior editor Features position is yours."
I held out my little finger. "Pinky swear on me," I said in a mock serious tone. Cocking her head to the side, Rachael pretended to ponder for a moment. She raised her pinky and twisted with mine.
"You've got yourself a deal."
"Great. Well I better continue with my work," I stated as I reach for the mouse.
"Good. I'll be looking forward to your article." I nodded her off.
Moments later as I sat contemplating, on which draft seems better, my cell vibrated. I muttered a curse as it disturbed my train of thoughts. I flipped the phone and press the read button to see my boss's text message.
8pm tonite at Cip? Wanna tell you how my lady date went last night.
A smirk tugged the side of my lips as I replied okay and added a smiley face next to the word. I put my phone aside as I direct my attention to my work. I exhaled a huge sigh. "Screw it. 30 Things Men Envy About Us, it is," I mumbled to no one in particular.
I waited for inspiration to struck, but it never came. Staring at the clock, I'm left with another couple of hours before I could call it a day. Knowing that I'm ahead of the deadline, I decide to unwind a little as I clicked on the Safari icon on the dock at the bottom of my computer screen. Once I was on the Internet, I searched for a website which I've bookmarked. Seconds later I began reading a Gossip Girl fan fiction – I'm all for Blair/Serena subtext.
I'm straight.
And then it hit me. My girl crush on Leighton Meester, my fantasy of what it's like to kiss a girl.
Pssh, forget about kissing. It's so PG-13.
Okay I must admit this, even if it's kind of embarrassing for me – have you ever woken up from a hot and steamy dream only to realize the person you were engaging in the sexual encounter with was, in fact, a girl? I know I have. Not once. But numerous times. Uncountable. And even if it was just a dream, I felt very real. It was like I could feel myself reaching that high and it has surround sound and everything. Yes that, wait, where was I again? Oh yeah, the article. Gently, I raised myself off the plush seat and made a beeline to Rachael's office, past the lingering stares of my coworkers. Her door was open but out of courtesy, I knocked on the door to make my presence known. Rachael lifted her head, and I could spot the slight frown on her forehead.
"Can I?" I raised my eyebrow.
Rachael gestured me to take a seat. I made my way, as I felt a smirk formed on my face.
"I have the perfect story. I think it will interest you."
"You have my attention."
"When did you first realized that you're a lesbian?"
Yeah, random, I know.
Rachael seemed taken aback as she shifted in her seat. "Wha…what does it have to do with your story?" she croaked.
"Was it when you harbor a girl crush on one of your girlfriends? Or that you've realize it wasn't just an innocent girl crush when you found yourself staring at her butt thinking damn she's hot, I wanna do her? Or was it when you decide to take the plunge and make your fantasy of having a lesbian encounter into reality?"
Rachael stayed silent as she mulled over on what I've just said. "Let me get this straight, your story has something to do with women being confused over their sexual orientation because they've been having more than friendly thoughts about another woman?" Before I could even reply, she interrupted me with an outburst. "I like it! Get to work with that one."
"I need your help though," I stated.
"What kind of help?" And then realization dawn on her. "You want me to share my coming-out story?! To thousands of readers?! What?! No! Are you crazy!" It was more of a statement that a question.
"It's going to make my work seem more solid. Rachael, I don't have any experiences with women. I've never kissed one, let alone have sex with one. The only thing I've experienced is a girl crush. That's it. I need your inputs." I reached over for her hand. "I need you to tell me your coming-out story." I finished with a pixyish grin.
She waved her hand off. "Alright fine." I beamed at her answer. She's pretty easy. "But only if you could get other women to share their stories."
"That wouldn't be a problem. I have my sources."
&
"Why can't you ask me about shoes?" Summer crowed as she flings her arms up.
I gave her a duh expression. "Because shoes are shoes."
"Yeah, but women go gaga about shoes too," she countered.
"But it's shoes." I stared defiantly at her. "C'mon. I'm sure you have experience a girl crush before. Or, maybe, you've even fantasize about a sexual encounter with a chick. Or, maybe, when you're flipping through magazines and found yourself staring at-"
"Enough!" Summer interrupted me. My petite friend breathed out a huge sigh. "Okay, fine, I have."
I smiled. "Have what?" I posed.
"I have a girl crush before."
"You did? With who?" I smirked at Summer's annoyed expression.
"A girl."
I rolled my eyes. "Duh. Give me a name."
"You." I did a double take on that. Did I just heard it wrongly?
"Me?" I let out a chuckle. "You serious?" I giggled at her, shaking my head at the thought.
"Yes you. I have a crush on my BFF."
I stared at her amusedly. "When?"
She started busying herself washing the dishes again. "Erm…I dunno. Maybe about a year ago," she let out softly.
"Really? Hmm…who would have thought you have a girl crush on me."
"I know. It came as a surprise." Summer halted her movements and turned around to face me. "What's not to like about you. You're everything I've want for a partner." She when on, "You're sensitive, a romantic. We share the same taste in music and films. When I'm down you're always there for me. You don't mind me yapping non-stop, I know a lot of people would be turnoff by that." She wiped her hands dry with the kitchen towel. "I like that you're a pushover – which means I can I have my way with you." I snickered.
"And don't get my started with your quirky habits."
"Please don't. You've opened up a lot." I grinned. "Thanks though."
"Well, what are friends for."
Then I became aware of something. "Why did you stop crushing on me?"
"Well, y'know. According to the stars, Leo and Pisces isn't a compatible match." I laughed at her answer. Summer have fails to start her day without reading the horoscopes.
I caught the time on my watch and stood up. "Hey, I've got to make a move."
"What now? But the cookies are not ready."
"Erm, I'll come back for it after my book club."
"Fine. Go to your stupid book club."
"It's not stupid," I retorted.
"Is to. You're about to meet a group of women talking about the romance novel of the month. What was it this month? Jude something."
"Jude Deveraux's Holly. And her books aren't stupid."
&
I was making my way through the narrow staircase of Anna's apartment building when my cell rang. I fished for it in my leather satchel. I screened the name of the caller only to find out it was my BFF.
"Yes, Summer," I drawled.
"I suggest you sleep with a woman."
Say what? How random is that?
"Huh?"
"In order to be a better writer, you must go through some experiences. In this case, you need to sleep with a girl." Then she hung up.
"Okay…weird."
But it makes some sense, I guess.
Hmm…