"Who's got Gail all blushy? I don't think I've ever seen her smile so big." Chloe questioned in the excited, chirpy way she always spoke.
"That girl from he haunted house." Frankie supplied.
"When am I gonna get to meet her? It's totally unfair that you all have gotten to see her, just because I had to pee. I mean I'm her sister! I should be the one filling you all in about Gail's infatuations." Chloe grumpily -or as grumpy as the redhead got- babbled, her hands going wild with her extra charged gestures. She glanced at her girlfriend then, "except maybe you. You know, because you're her best friend and all."
Frankie gave her a chaste kiss, effectively dampening the grumpy cloud hovering over the bubbly girl. "I'm sure you'll meet her soon. She's all Gail talks about, it's really annoying."
"What about me?" Gail demanded from behind the pair, food tray in hand, brow raised.
"That the amount you talk about your girlfriend is really annoying." Frankie answered without missing a beat. Chloe at least had the decency to look sheepish about talking about her behind her back.
"I don't talk that much about Holly, and she's not my girlfriend." Gail huffed. She let her tray slam on the table before sitting across from the couple.
"You're already so whipped that she's definitely your girlfriend, whether or not it's been said out loud." The brunette teased and looked to her girlfriend to further emphasize just how deep her friend was. "Gail went shopping the other day. Held all the bags and everything."
"You told me you were taking an extra shift at the centre!" Chloe accused with a pointed finger. "I did your chores because you were out in a date?"
Gail smirked for half a second before her mind settled on the word date, and a shy frown took its place. "It wasn't date. It was just shopping, people do it all the time."
Frankie snorted. "You're not people."
Chloe hit her in the arm. She didn't like when people, including her girlfriend, jabbed at her sister like that. No one saw what it did to the blonde except her.
"I mean, Gail Peck doesn't shop. Not even Jessie could get you to go willingly."
Gail phone pinged and a bright smile crossed her face for a split second before she schooled herself. Frankie could see how badly the blonde was resisting taking it out and reading it. She could see how much it was killing her.
"You gonna get that, love bug?" Frankie smirked from around her straw, challenging Gail.
Gail broke and took her phone from her pocket, not even bothering to keep the giggle from bubbling out of her chest when she read the text from her favourite doctor to be. She ignored the roar of laughter from across the table as she happily typed out a reply.
"I hate you both." She growled and popped a couple fries in her mouth.
A week later Gail found herself on what she though had just been another hangout with Holly but was really a date. It had seemed normal -at least as what she gathered was normal in the two times they talked face to face-, they greeted each other with hugs, talked and laughed, got dinner after a movie. Normal friend things except for the small physical touches they shared, Gail didn't let anyone casually touch her.
When Gail was dropping Holly at home, walking her right up to her door because anyone could swoop in and do something between her car and the front door, it happened. Just as they were pulling out of a hug Holly lingered, holding Gail close, her eyes flicked between Gail's lips and eyes. She waited until Gail gave a small nod before she leaned in and kissed her. It didn't last long, just enough to set every fiber in her ablaze, to get familiar with the taste of Holly, just enough to leave her craving more.
"Does this mean Chloe was right?" Gail whispered after they caught their breath.
Holly giggled. "Weird thing to say after someone kisses you for the first time."
Gail shrugged.
"What did Chloe say?"
She absently played with Holly's hair, she'd been wanting to touch it again ever since she sent that firs text. "She said this was a date."
"Then yes, Chloe was right." Holly gave her a crooked grin.
