Happy Endings and December Snow. An RHPS winter story.
This is going to be sad at first. TerminalGenta/Bradgenta, Columbanet, also Frank/OC. Hopefully y'all will like this. It ends well.
Also the chapters will shift POVs, sometimes go into 3rd person. For now I'm mostly just doing Bradgenta to start off since it's my favourite out of these ships.
This will be done before Christmas. Hopefully. Most likely. If not, by New Years.
Chapter 2, We're a Couple Of Misfits.
Janet. December 18th.
I'm the kind of girl who was raised with traditional values, don't drink and drive, no bras in the dryer, and above all, it's sinful to sin. But lately, I've been feeling pretty sinful.
It started when I went into Target, I needed to do some Christmas shopping but soon got sidetracked when I saw her.
I'm one of those Christians who is accepting of others, and I realize Jesus never said anything about the gays, but I didn't feel right the way I felt about her, she had short pinkish hair and the shape of her nose was so wrong it was right and it was terrifying. She was curling ribbons with her nails, the nails that had been done up with those nail polish strips (hers were shiny blue with black stars) it was weird how she didn't have to use scissors but maybe you start doing that once you start working in Target.
I didn't take my eyes off of her whilst I picked up a necklace for my sister, the new One Direction CD for my other sister, one of those things that takes the little rock thing out of the olive for my mom and a hitty-golf-stick for my dad (I actually don't know the name, I'm sorry.) And I run to the cash register before this girl gets snatched up by another customer.
"Welcome to Target, did anyone help you today?"
"No..." I start to stare at her like a creep,
"Are you okay?... Helloooo... ARE YOU HAVING A SEIZURE?"
"Oh God, no, uh, how much for the hitty golf stick...?"
"60 dollars, it's on sale, and it's club."
"That's where he goes to play golf-"
"Okay, anyway, cash or credit?"
"Credit."
"And it comes to $187.14."
"Great." I pause for a second, wondering where this could go, "Are you free tonight?" I might as well take this for a test drive,
"Are you asking me out?"
"I've never done this before."
"Well, I have. And yes, meet me outside the store at 7:30 tonight." she scribbles her number on my receipt, "And by the way, I don't play golf."
"I know, I guessed that from your hands. They're very nice."
"Yours too." she looks creeped out by now. The guy behind me in line gets an exasperated expression on his face,
"Okay, lady, are you done here? I'm in a hurry."
"Oh, God, yeah..." I pick everything up and shove it into my reusable bags that my mother gave me last Christmas, "Guess I'll see you tonight then-" I glance at her nametag, "Columbia."
"Alright-" she looks at my necklace, "J."
"Janet. But, anyway..."
...
Columbia.
It's snowing again when I'm supposed to meet the girl from earlier outside the store. I have enough time after my shift ends to put on minimal makeup and fix my hair a little. In case you haven't guessed by now, I like girls, and I'm guessing Janet does too. She can't be that smart though, she doesn't know what a golf club is, she complimented my hands while she was waiting in line and she just has that look in her eyes.
Then I see her running up the sidewalk in red heels and a jacket that makes her look like she's trying too hard, her hair is curly as shit and her purse is fluttering in the air behind her as she runs. I try to stop my eyes from rolling out of sympathy but it's actually really hard when it's her.
Like a toddler, she bounces to a halt in front of me, half of her mouth is plastered in bright pink lipstick and her eyes are huge,
"I told you I'd meet you here!"
"Yep, you did, you look nice."
"Oh yeah, you too! Gorgeous!"
"So, I've made reservations down the street."
"Okay!" she's grinning like Jeff The Killer, we start walking, and end up at the restaurant within about two minutes. After we're seated, Janet's phone goes off. "Ughhhh." she whines, "My ex. I'm in love," she exaggerates, mimicking a male voice and rolling her eyes, "God, Brad, shut up."
"Is Brad your ex?"
"Yeah, he was obnoxious, we broke up last month and he just texted me a picture of his new girlfriend, I think I've seen her before, but her hair hadn't been brushed then- Oh my god. OH MY GOD!"
"What?" she shows me her phone, there's a picture of a girl with curly red hair laying on something and smiling incredulously, her face is covered in purple bruises and her lipstick is smudged,
"Haven't you seen that girl before?"
"...I have too seen that girl before!"
"She's the homeless girl who walks around by the church and the hospital right?"
"Yeah, I've seen her in the hospital, my sister said she gave her chemo once. Apparently she's not doing so well. I also heard she's a prostitute, and a stripper and she used to do phone sex."
"Chemo?"
"Yeah, for leukemia."
"Oh God, I didn't know she was so sick, now I feel bad. I always kind of avoided her, I just thought she was always really trashy. And I bet she and Brad are having sex every night. If he wanted me to like her he could've-No. I'm on a date, I'm not thinking about Brad."
I suppress laughter and silence myself with my glass of wine, "You're actually really cute. No offence, but before I thought you were such an airhead."
"Well, I'm not- GOD, BRAD I DON'T CARE!"
"Ready?" I whisper against Janet's cheek as I lay on top of her,
"yeah... yeah, I think so..." I start to kiss her harder, her Love's Baby Soft perfume smells so strong I can taste the almost fruity/smoky flavour, then I feel her pale smooth hands prying me off of her,
"What's wrong, are you okay?"
"I just- I can't..." She gets out from under me and kind of runs across the room, "I'm sorry, just, whenever, I touch you I think of Leviticus and my pastor and I can't take it anymore, this is a sin."
"Janet, please, I'm Jewish, come back, please."
"Please understand, it's not you, okay? You're so beautiful and feminine and I can't do this." she starts to sob, I stand over her,
"Everything's fine, listen, it's okay, just because you're Catholic doesn't mean you can't be a lesbian. My ex was Catholic and she made the first move."
"It's not right..."
"What's wrong with it?"
"Jesus said it's not right!"
I freeze for a second, then take the little bible out of her purse and hand it to her,
"Show me where."
"Show you where what?"
"Where Jesus said it wasn't right."
"Well... he didn't, but-"
"Exactly. Let's get back to what we were doing okay?"