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Chapter 7.
Amy was pretty sure she was dying inside.
Infact, she was sure of it.
It had been 6 minutes of silence since her and Reagan dutifully followed after Farrah into the dark house, making their way to the couch with their heads down like naughty children. Amy had tried to make eye contact a few times with Reagan, hoping to try and reassure her that it'll all calm down, but the brunettes head remained looking down, lost in her own thoughts. So instead she took to watching her mom pace back and forth in front of her, Amy assumes waiting for the right words to hit her.
"Mom, It's not as ba-"
"You're not gay, Amy. You're not."
This caused Reagan to finally lift her head, eyes narrowing slightly at the woman she's barely met. If you could even call it that. Why is she using that tone. The tone that's somewhere between accusation and disgust. The older girl had to bite her tongue not to say something, not to defend Amy. Her girlfriend apparently. This isn't her battle to fight, this is between a mother and daughter.
"I don't know what I am…and is that - is that so bad? I'm 17, mom. Isn't this the age where I'm meant to find out new stuff about myself?" Amy's tone had a hint of fear underlaying them. Whilst she stayed strong and argued her point, there's always going to be that fear of rejection.
"You're my daughter. I know you, ok? You're not gay." Farrah placed a hand on her hip, standing firm against the two young girls in front of her.
"You may know me, but I apparently don't mom!"
"Amy, please, please, shush. Just this once, listen to me as your mother. You're not a lesbian."
"How do you kn-"
"YOU'RE NOT A LESBIAN, AMY." Farrah paused as she took a deep breath after screaming at Amy, not caring if the rest of the house woke up. All she focussed on was keeping her emotions in check. "That's it. End of story. I'm sorry, but I didn't bring you up this way. I know you're a little different than the rest of us but there's no need to chose to do this."
Amy's eyes widened at her mom, shocked that she thinks that Amy had any choice in this. That anyone gay had a choice in this. The direction this conversation has turned struck fear in Amy. She loves her family, she does, deeply. But how loving of a family can they be if they won't accept one small thing about her. Something that she isn't even sure of herself yet.
"I didn't chose anything, mother." Amy let out in a deep voice, much like Farrah she was also trying to keep her tears at bay. Not wanting Farrah or Reagan to see her in such a state.
Farrah just stuck her hand to Amy, gesturing that the teenager needs to be quiet. She then turned to Reagan, sniffing once and then coughing to clear her throat before speaking to her. "Now, you're a very young lady…?"
"Reagan." The DJ provided, no emotion written on her face. This whole situation feeling too much like the bullies back in high school who just couldn't get their heads around a different sexuality than their own.
"Right, Reagan. As I was saying, you're a beautiful young woman, and I'm sure you're delightful. But you'll find some other teenage girl to use as your…as your - lesbian play thing."
"Mom!" Amy shouted, shocked at the disrespect her mom would show not just her, but Reagan too.
Reagan sat their for a moment in silence, trying to decide how to put her words. Knowing that she had to be careful, after all this woman knew a different generation. She know's no better.
"Excuse me, ma'am, if I may? You said that Amy wouldn't chose? That's the word you used, right? Chose?" Reagan waited for Farrah to nod, flashing her a small cautious smile when she did. "With all due respect, but why would anybody chose to be gay? Why would anyone chose to make life more difficult than it already has to be? Especially as a teenager. I came out when I was 14 and had years of torment for it. Why would I chose that? Why would Amy chose that?"
Reagan let those words digest, risking a small look at Amy - her stomach dropping when she saw the silent tears dripping down her face and knowing that right now she had to focus on one thing. Then she could take care of Amy. Her girlfriend.
"Do you believe being gay is a choice, Mrs Raudenfeld? Someone actively makes that choice?"
Farrah stared down this young woman in front of her, she was brave, she had to give her that. "I believe it's a conscious decision made at some point, yes."
The brunette nodded thoughtfully. "Mmmhmm. And when did you chose to be straight, ma'am? When did you consciously make that decision to be straight and not gay?" Reagan received no answer from the older woman who was still staring at her, the only difference now was that those tears where slowly starting to escape. "Right?" Reagan dragged the word out, hoping it would click for Farrah.
Reagan looked over at Amy once more, sending a reassuring smile to the girl sitting on the couch that she so badly wanted to pepper with kisses and tell her it'll all get better.
"You're daughter isn't a 'play thing' to me, ma'am. I really like her. And I'd be grateful for your permission to continue seeing her. Yes, I got her to sneak out tonight. Which in retrospect probably wasn't my best move. But she was frying her brain with studying, she's already a smart girl, but she was worrying herself so much she was gonna make herself sick. So I took her for some food after I finished work. Then I brought her right home. I'd never hurt her or take advantage of her in any way."
After a minute or two of silence, Reagan took a deep breath in, noting no change in Farrah's eyes. The woman intently staring at her still. The DJ opened her mouth to speak once more before she was finally interrupted.
"You're family? They approve of this?" Farrah asked.
"Of me and Amy or my being gay? They approve of both. They haven't met Amy but I've been telling my brother about her." Reagan stated confidently.
"How long?" Farrah spoke in small sentences, shock still controlling her body.
"Since that day Karma got her tattoo? I met Reagan there." Amy had finally decided to speak up, sensing her mothers walls slowly starting to crack.
This was when Farrah noticed the small bit of ink peaking out from under her leather jacket. Reagan for the first time ever becoming conscious of her tattoo's, used her fingers to pull her jacket sleeves down so they half covered her hands.
"You're a tattoo…person?" Reagan just nodded in response, knowing a lot of parents don't usually sit well with tattoos. So throw in Reagan; a Lesbian tattoo artist…she never had much of a fighting chance.
Farrah looked on as the two girls made eye contact with each other, a small supportive smile shared by both of them. They were asking a lot of her, they didn't know that, but they where. And though she doesn't alway show it, and Amy might not believe it, she loves her daughter more than anything.
"Ok," the elder woman took a deep breath before taking one more look at her baby's face. "here's what's going to happen. Reagan, you're going to get in your car and go home, Amy, you're going to go up to bed and get a good sleep for your test tomorrow. Then…you're going to ring Reagan, and you're going to invite her over for dinner sometime this month. I'll give you my diary don't worry. And we're going to get to know you, Reagan. I might not understand you being…lesbian. But, at the end of the day, if you're happy then so am I. All I ask is you don't put it in my face, and in return I'll respect your relationship."
Amy was frozen for a moment, she thought for sure this was going to end a lot differently. She felt the tears drip down her face before the actual overwhelming emotion hit her. She didn't know what else to do, so she closed the small difference between herself and her mom, pulling her into a hug. Latching onto her like a lifeline. "I love you, baby girl, ok?" This caused more tears from Amy, her slender shoulders shaking with sobs.
Reagan stood back and let the two have their moment, knowing what a huge occasion this was for both Raudenfeld's.
After a minute or two of crying, Farrah remembered they have a guest. Letting out a small chuckle to herself she pulled herself away from Amy, grasping the young girls head in her hands and using her thumbs to wipe away any lingering tears on her pale face. "Now, go see your guest to her car." She instructed as she gently pushed Amy in Reagan's direction, smiling at the brunette as she sent her a thankful smile. It was only a smile, but really, it was an unspoken agreement. Don't hurt Amy. On any terms.
The two younger girls walked up Amy's driveway, approaching Edna in silence but hand in hand, both internally reflecting on the evening…morning?
"So…we're girlfriends now, huh?" Reagan teased, swinging her keys around a finger on the hand that Amy wasn't holding.
Amy's green eye's widened, completely forgetting this was yet another conversation she was going to have. "Umm, yeah. About that. It sorta just…I mean-"
"Relax Shrimps. It's cool." Reagan interrupted Amy to put an end to the stuttering that she know's could go on for a while.
"It is?"
"Yeah! I mean, would I have left it a few more weeks? Probably. But incase you can't tell, I'm pretty into you Amy. Like really fucking into you. So what if it's a bit early. We'll be pre-girlfriends." Reagan stopped at her truck and leaned against it, pulling on Amy's hoodie slightly at the front to pull the girl flush to her.
"Pre-girlfriends?" AMy questioned as she obediently walked towards Reagan, not once breaking eye contact with the girl.
"Yeah, you know, we're not completely totally girlfriends, but it's most definitely going there. I mean, we're basically living up to the lesbian moving quickly stereotype, but fuck everyone." Reagan winked at Amy for the last part.
Amy nodded with a grin, happy she hadn't spooked Reagan away. That could have been awkward. Instead, the shorter girl leaned her neck up slightly to press a kiss to Amy's cheek. She gently ran her cheek down against Amy's face as she pulled away, pausing when their lips were next to each other, leaning in and pecking Amy's pink lips once. Twice. and a third time before pulling away, biting her own lip and looking up at the younger girl through hooded eyelids.
"I'll text you tomorrow?" Reagan checked, laughing gently at the unmoving smile of Amy's face as the girl nodded to her question.
"Definitely."
So I decided to split this chapter up. It originally had Drunk/touchy/perfect Reamy in. But it felt sorta weird going from a big moment to flirty reamy.
So the magic number is only a small one because this chapter was shorter than the others, but trust me, the next chapter is beautiful! And the way you beautiful people are with reviews, it'll probably get posted tomorrow.
RIGHT, lets respond to some reviews. (Don't worry this won't be all the time.)
Bicuriousapple: I too love the Karmy friendship, they're such different people that it works out so well. Adorable little weirdos. Also the liking someones picture totally happened to me too. MORTIFYING.
Wardicus: You're reviews make me wee. You funny funny person. I applaud you on your hilarity. And yup, totally put my dog in clothes. He has a santa suit to wear christmas week and wore an England shirt in the world cup. Little dudes badass. (And you totally guessed the Faking It Friday bit!)
Secretmonkey: Dude I love your story so much. Fangirling up in this joint when I see you review :')
Yllod: You too made we wee! I mean I feel like you're calling me a smelly old lady but hey ho I can look past that because at least I have dogs waiting for me :') You loyal loyal, ravenous dogs. And yes, I'm so british, sue me ;P
Gemini1179: You're reviews meant a ton to me! I didn't even spot the tire bit, I'll get on that. I have dyslexia, hence why sometimes some just doesn't look right, my head just doesn't pick up on it. But I'm working to get better with it so you're review really helped me, seriously :) Also you're a total shit stirrer with that Karma comment aha
Santana: Reamy whilst high…perfect set up right there ey? And I'm a girl. I have the mind of a dude sometimes but nope, definitely no penis on my body.
And to the guest who did #magicnumber…I'm totally stealing it.
SO: #magicnumber for a ridiculously cute chapter which is pure fluff. Maybe some smut. Just saying.
