Author's note: These stories take place out of chronological order, with several being interconnected. They are also slightly AU, with the Blackwell children having come to Chance Harbour, and Faye having been hospitalized after her breakup. If anyone requires clarification, please send me a message. Reviews are appreciated.
Aliens
It's a game they play. Both claim to hate it, though that never stops them. Is it really cat and mouse if both are the hunter?
Today they're at Faye's house. Her mother is gone as always, and Diana is grateful for it. Faye would never allow her here alone if someone could witness them. Their relationship is too new, and she's afraid that Diana will spook if someone sees them.
The movie tonight is Aliens. Diana always chooses something scary despite her hatred of horror. It resembles their lives too closely for her comfort: their lives are filled with enough death and terror to render the movies unnecessary, but they offer the pretense to take what she can't ask for.
Faye's body is long and slim, lithely built with little excess. Diana twines her arms tightly around Faye's waist as the movie progresses. They always start at opposing ends of the couch, but as the horrors grows the distance shrinks, Diana crawling towards her friend. She claims that she seeks her out in fear, but Faye knows that it's the only way she'll allow herself to touch her. Diana is proud but pragmatic, and the fact that she denies herself the contact she craves baffles Faye. How can someone so intelligent be so foolish?
They've been doing this for weeks now, and Faye wishes there was progress. Diana comes to her every possible Friday, movie in hand. They don't speak, simply put it in. They exist in silence, even as Diana patterns her collarbone with kisses. If she speaks Diana will stop and she can't go back to what they used to be. This lack of definition is painful; going back would be agony.
So Faye says nothing, just allows Diana to take what she can't ask for. She can see echoes of the monsters in the movies in Diana's eyes- empty and broken and powerfully lonely. She won't fault her for this, not matter how much it hurts.
After all, what are friends for?