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Franky Doyle could not recognise herself. In the week since she had her first 'date' with Bridget, she had turned into a ball of soppy, sentimental mush. The psychologist had got under her skin like no one had ever managed to before, and if she was honest with herself, she both loved and feared the emotional sensation. She was not one for feeling out of control, but the situation had left her powerless, and she had zero government of her feelings. Neither woman had seen the other since Bridget spent the night at Franky's, their hectic and rather exhausting work schedules to thank for that, but they spoke on the phone each night for what seemed like hours, getting to know each other better. Franky had even sent a good morning text to her yesterday, feeling like a mushy teenager again.
However, she was also dealing with the hangover of guilt. She needed to speak to someone and decided to bite the bullet and confide in her friend, Bea. Franky and Bea had been friends since high school, initially enemies, but later best friends. 4 years older than Franky, Bea did not like the way an initially cocky, angry, 12 year old Franky had arrived at the school and tried to make a name for herself. But Bea saw the life Franky was involved in and was there for Franky when she learnt about her family situation and her stints in foster care, and in turn Franky looked after Bea and her 18 year old daughter, Debbie, whilst Bea's ex husband was convicted for assault and grievous bodily harm, against none other than Bea herself. It had been a few months since the friends had actually seen each other, their busy lives to blame, but Franky had reached out and the two were meeting for a bite to eat this evening.
Franky was the first to arrive at dinner, an Italian eatery she had frequented before. A keen foodie, Franky only liked to eat where the food was exceptional, and this small, family-run restaurant was exactly that. She ordered herself a vodka and cranberry, and a glass of red for her best friend, late as usual. Finally, after about 15 minutes of waiting, Bea arrived.
"I know, I know, sorry i'm late!" She announced, rushing in. "Maxi was off sick today and she had an appointment I had to cover!"
"Don't sweat it Red, good to see ya." Franky feined punching her in the arm. The two women ordered food and caught up, Bea telling Franky about Debbie's time at university. Franky loved Debbie like her own, being part of her life ever since she was born and loved hearing about how she was getting on. However, Bea knew her friend and knew there was a reason why she wanted to see her today, other than to talk about Debbie.
"Go on then, spill," Bea said, between mouthfuls of lasagne.
"You what?" Franky replied playing dumb.
"What's on your mind? Why the sudden need for a catch up?"
"Can I not just want a catch up with my oldest friend?!"
Bea smirked. "Come on Franky, I know you. Spare me the bullshit and spill."
Franky knocked back her drink. "You can't tell anyone Red, obviously i'm trusting you but this can't get out, yeah?"
"Jesus, have you killed someone or something?"
"No, but someone might kill me if it gets out. Basically, i've met someone."
Bea laughed.
"What?!" Franky pouted, annoyed she wasn't being taken seriously enough.
"I thought you were going to tell me you've committed a crime or something!" Bea ran her fingers through her vibrant red curls. "What's happened to Kim? And who is this mystery person?"
"Kim's in Korea with her family," Franky began. Bea raised as eyebrow, as if to say "great timing, Franks!" "I literally bumped into this woman, spilt her drink and fuck, I swear to God Red, I haven't been able to get her out of my mind. We then bumped into each other a week later, in Ikea of all places, as if it was a sign from above or something. We went for drinks, and we had an amazing night together." A small smile crept onto the brunette's lips as she remembered Bridget's exquisite naked body.
"What's she like?" Bea asked, not used to seeing her usually tough, cocky friend in a softer light.
"Honestly? She's amazing. She's a psychologist over at that women's prison near here. She's intelligent, she's classy, can hold a conversation and she's fucking gorgeous. I've fucked up big time, i've put her in this difficult position and she's already said she's not gonna play second best to anyone. I don't want her to, I really like her but I feel like the world's shittest human for lying to Kim. Fuck Bea, what do I do?"
"Honestly Franky, I'm saying this as your friend, but I never saw what you saw in Kim. Yeah she's pretty, but I always thought you liked women with a little more, I dunno, substance? I know you are not a liar, nor a cheat, and you'd never hurt Kim intentionally, but you are not happy with her."
Franky murmured in agreement as Bea continued.
"You clearly like this woman, and she sounds good for you, more your match. If you want to know what I think, you need to cut Kim loose, whether or not you end up with this other woman."
"I know," Franky said in agreement. "Kim will not take it well though, she's even more jealous that she usually is, and I can't stand it. I just don't want her to make my life hell. I'll do it as soon as she's back from Korea."
"And are you going to see Miss Psychologist before she is back?"
Franky smiled coyly, unable to meet her best friend's eye. Bea faked an appauled look on her face. "Oh leave it off, Red!"
The two women chuckled. "Ah i've missed you Franky!"
"I've missed you too Red. Let's not leave it so long next time, yeah?"
The friends clinked their glasses together in agreement' Franky's phone bleeped in her bag, indicating a text message. She dug her phone out, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw who it was from.
"How was your day? G."
"Lovergirl I take it?" Bea teased. Franky tossed up a middle finger and tapped out a reply on her iPhone.
"Better now ;) Having dinner with my friend. Can I come over later?" Franky left her phone out on the table as she and Bea finished up dinner and split the bill. Bridget had replied, telling Franky it was ok to come by after her meal was done, and Franky was eager to get going and see her.
"You got fucking ants in your pants!" Bea teased. "Get going Franky, keep me updated yeah?"
Franky kissed her best friend goodbye, jumped in her car and made the 20 minute drive across town to the blonde's house. She was excited to see Bridget again - while she wasn't sure if it would even manifest into anything once Kim was out the picture, she was enjoying the thrill of having someone new in her life, and she missed her. Not just the great sex, but her company too.
She rang the doorbell and Bridget answered, her hair wet and wearing nothing but her cream robe, fresh out the shower.
"Looks like i'm right on time," Franky smiled, and pulled the blonde in for a kiss, smiling into Bridget's mouth. As her heart fluttered under her leather jacket, Franky knew this was more than just sex, but it was too late to stop herself from falling for Bridget - it had already happened.
