God, I couldn't just leave it where I did. Two posts in a day... I'd say your welcome, but I'm just trying to make up for not posting in two months. Sorry about that...
"I can't believe she called you perfect."
Blake left shortly after that.
Weiss was half tempted to just call in sick. Her stomach was twisting. She could barely stand, not that she wanted to. She didn't know how long she had just sat and stared at the coffee table, a modern wood and metal piece that sat in front of her couch. She just stared, following the grain of the wood. She just stared... and shook...
That was when the phone rang.
Weiss's eyes drifted over to it. Who was calling...
Her eyes lit upon the caller ID and widened. Of course it was Ruby.
It always was.
Almost dreamlike, Weiss walked over and picked it up.
"Hello?" Her voice quivered slightly. Please don't cry.
"Weiss? Weiss are you okay?" Ruby sounded frantic. "Blake came in and she told me what happened... Weiss?"
Weiss was crying. "Ruby..." She choked, then broke into sobs. Please hurry I need you...
"I'll be right there." The phone clicked off, and Weiss stumbled to her bedroom, still crying. She was ten minutes from campus.
They stretched into ten years.
Ruby didn't even bother to knock when she came in, she just came straight through the unlocked door and into Weiss's room.
Please don't see.
Weiss was curled up under her blanket, only a stray bit of snow colored hair even showing that she was there.
She could feel Ruby sitting gently down on the bed, the soft mattress bending under her weight, a slight groan coming from the springs. A slim hand ran under the covers and along her shoulder, and Weiss shivered at the breath of cold air and the nails on her skin.
"Hey. Shh. It's okay. Shhh..." Ruby's voice murmured.
"I..." Weiss had calmed enough to speak clearly, but her voice was still barely a whisper. "I'm so sorry..."
"What?" Ruby asked. "I can't hear you under the blankets."
Weiss laughed, or sobbed again, she wasn't sure. "Ruby?" She asked, a little louder.
"Yeah Weiss?"
"The dresser. Next to my bed. Would you open it please?" Weiss asked quietly.
"Sure. Are there some meds or..."
"You'll know it when you see it."
Weiss heard the creak of sliding wood, and then Ruby gasped.
"I-is this..."
Weiss sat up, peering over the other girl's shoulder. Ruby's hands trembled as she held a small frame, a piece of glass pressing a single white rose flat into the backing. It was dried and dead, only possessing the appearance of life. Weiss hoped that wasn't some sort of omen.
Ruby turned to face her. "You... kept it?" She swallowed. "You don't..." Suddenly, Ruby looked so much younger. A year younger, maybe, a year ago on a Summer's night, right before her best friend in all the world had left. Or were they ever just friends?
Ruby bit her lip, then placed the frame gently on the bed. "Weiss..."
"Yes." Weiss said, calmly but firmly. "If the offer is still open."
They both knew what offer it was.
"Of course it is Weiss." Abruptly, Ruby grinned, cheerful to the end. "You know what sucks about all this?"
Weiss, taken aback, could only ask "What?"
"Waiting two years to kiss someone." Ruby's hand delicately cupped Weiss's jaw as she leaned forwards, brushing their lips gently. Did she...
They pulled apart for less than a second before Weiss surged forwards, pushing into Ruby and tangling long fingers in her hair, crushing their mouths together. She was drunk, she couldn't breathe, she was on fire. She gasped, or moaned, and Ruby took the chance and slipped her tongue in.
The two clutched at each other, only pausing for short gasps of air, tongues tracing hot, hot letters in the other's mouth, lips and bodies surging like the tides. Ruby pushed Weiss backwards onto the bed, resting atop her. They lay panting, Ruby grinning wickedly and staring into Weiss's darkened eyes.
"What do you think about being sick? You know, just for today." Ruby asked, biting her lip and smiling like an idiot.
Weiss wrapped her legs around Ruby and pulled them close again.
"Ruby?"
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."