There she was, in all of her proud lesbian glory. I felt my cheeks turn rose as she walked towards the door. This is it Amy, make a good impression. I gather my nerves for a second and close my eyes, before stepping away from the peep hole and opening the door. A wide, toothy smile formed on her petite face.
'Shrimp Girl' she proclaimed as she approached the open door.
'Oi, keep your voice down' I smirked, not really bothered that she had possibly woken Mom or Lauren.
Our shoulders touched as she brushed past me and entered the hall, where she stood and stared. For a moment, i stared back at her, allowing her dark eyes to pierce deep into my soul. I don't know how long we stood like that, but it must have gotten pretty awkward. Her eyes were now pointed at the carpet. She bit her lip seductively.
'Earth to shrimpy' she giggled, meeting my gaze and raising an eyebrow.
'Sorry' I shook myself out of my daze and proceeded up the stairs. I could feel her hot breath as she followed barely inches behind me. I couldn't get her off my mind. She had put her hair in a messy bun since the encounter. I liked it. It made her look rough, hot. Strands of lilac and grey hair brushed against her neck. Damn.
I took a deep breath before pushing open my bedroom door. Her dominant nature took force and she forced her way past me and launched herself onto my mattress, kicking her boots of in the meantime.
'I bought donuts' she grinned as she delved into her bag and produced a brown paper package. I didn't know much about Reagan, but I could get used to this. Teasingly, she shook the bag in front of my other pillow. An invitation to join her on the bed.
I didn't even need to think about the next move. It was just so tempting. I sped over and launched myself next to her, snatching the package from her dainty hand. Ripping it open, i discovered four sprinkle covered chocolate donuts. My favourite. I glanced up to smile at her, but she was laying on her back staring at my ceiling. Her previous expression of excitement and desire had faded into a blank look of confusion and desperation. I felt my stomach churn, wishing i wasn't so sensitive to the change in peoples mood.
'Reagan?' She continued to stare into blankness. 'Reagan?' I repeated, the concern starting to have a shaky toll on my voice. She snapped out of her trance, and looked into my eyes again.
'You like donuts, right?' she replied, attempting to put on a strong front. She couldn't fool me. I had only known this girls name less than 24 hours, but already i felt like i was tasting the pain she was in.
'Reagan, what happened?' She smiles half-heartedly, and pulls her eyes away from mine. We lay there for a moment on our sides, facing each other. I stare waiting for a response, but seem to be getting nowhere. A single tear trickles down her nose. I prop my self up on my left arm and with my right, wipe it away. 'Do you want to crash?'
Without breaking her glare at the bed sheets, she nods. Jumping to my feet, I find a clean shirt and some shorts, then fold them by her side.