A/N Another chapter. The same day. Lovely. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: So I bought the first season on DVD at the record exchange. It skipped, and so I returned it, and they had another copy. It was in much better shape, so I bought that one. But I really don't think that counts.
The sun was so bright, and the alarm was so loud. Remy hit it roughly, not caring if she hit the right button or broke it. Just wanting the sound to stop.
She curled the blankets back around herself. She contemplated not going to school. She hadn't missed a day since she started there, a month ago.. She hugged herself, knowing that she couldn't it would just cause people to ask questions when she got back the next day.
Plus she wasn't sure she could pull off a great impression of her dad right now. Nor did she really want to be at home with him.
That thought was what what got her out of bed.
She peeked out her door, hoping her dad was in his bedroom so that she could go to the bathroom. He didn't seem to be on the couch and she crept out. Three steps down the hall, and into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, resting her back against it.
Then caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She could barely hold in a small gasp of surprise, and disgust.
She had a huge black and blue bruise covering most of the side of her face. She reached up and touched it. Hissing at the pain the tiny touch caused. She attempted to calm her uneven breathing as panic started to set in.
She took a couple steps closer to the mirror. Turning her cheek to it. Opening her mouth stretching the skin the bruise covered. She quickly closed it again, tears building in her eyes. Panic picked up the pace of her heart again as she noticed the shape.
It was roughly the shape of a hand. Her vision blurred as tears stirred in her eyes. She tried to shove away the strikingly crisp memory of the night before.
She needed to hide it.
That much was plain and simple. She started to search through the drawers of the bathroom counter. She couldn't remember the last time she used any type of cover up... Really the only makeup she usually wore was eyeliner.
Finally she found it. She unscrewed the top, and looked for a cotton ball. Hoping there was enough to hide the giant bruise. Slowly she started to cover it. Wincing as she did. Stopping every few seconds when her eyes started to tear up.
Half done she was out of makeup on her cotton ball, and braced herself against the counter. Shaking her head slowly trying to get rid of the stinging tears building in her eyes. Again turning her cheek to the mirror. Before adding more of the coverup to the cotton ball. Finishing the job.
She looked at each cheek in turn. Trying to see if she could see the difference. Except for a little general swelling there was nothing noticeable.
She smiled, admiring her handy work. The movement caused her cheek to sting. She let out another small hiss. Just don't smile. She told herself. Starting to go about her usual morning routines.
When she changed her shirt she noticed the ugly bruise on her stomach. Right under the bottom of her ribs on the left side. About the size of her fist. Little lines of discoloration spreading from it. It hurt a little when she breathed, and bent at the waist.
When she was finished she used the window as her door again. Starting her trek to school.
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"Yes, you did enjoy it. That's why you were smiling." Lisa declared, leaning back against House's shoulder. Lisa had spent the night at House's the night before, and they had been arguing over the fact that sleeping together after sex wasn't a waste. It was kind of entertaining, but it was causing Remy to picture them together, and that was a little gag worthy.
"I was smiling because I got laid." House retorted matter-of-factly. "It doesn't matter that's why hookers leave afterward." Lisa whipped around at that statement. Glaring at him. House seemed to notice that he had crossed a line.
"I'm not a hooker." She hissed into his ear. "Maybe next time I should just go home before we even make it to your room." His eyes widened her hand had disappeared.
"I like when you stay." He stated, eyes still slightly wide.
Wilson smirked and whispered a small 'whipped.' Lisa, and House glared in his direction.
"I get morning sex that way." He added. "See I have my own house and don't have to worry about parents and things. Can you say that about you and Cut throat bitch." He jibed. Lisa let that one pass, happy she had got his submission.
The conversation between the four, Lisa, House, Wilson, and Amber, continued. But Allison turned to Remy ignoring them. Remy had to admit that she had been a little shocked to hear over the course of Lisa and House's conversation. That Allison.., wasn't a virgin. As she had made a small comment about liking to wake up with someone afterward.
"Is your hand alright?" The blonde asked. Remy was confused for a moment. Before remembering again the scratch from the night before. It seemed to pale in comparison to her other injuries from last night. She flexed the fingers of her hand, which her chin had been resting it. They brushed her cheek, and she tried to hold in a hiss. The muscles in her jaw and neck tightening as she did so.
"Yeah, it's fine." She managed to get out without sounding half tortured.
"What happened to your cheek?" Allison asked, reaching a hand forward hesitantly. Not wanting to touch Remy without her permission.
"Oh," panic erupted in the brunette's stomach, and not the good kind that Allison usually made her feel. The cover up had rubbed off a bit, even though she had been placid about not touching it. For the pain it caused, and for this reason. "I fell." She stated. It was a half assed lie, she knew.
"When?" Allison asked, fingers ghosting over Remy's cheek bone. Normally she would just deflect, or not answer. But the way Allison asked, it wasn't backed by curiosity. But concern.
"I- when I was riding home." She hated lying to Allison. It gave her this gross feeling in the pit of her stomach. But she knew that she had no choice.
"Remy?" She brushed her thumb over the brunette's cheek gaining a wince. But she didn't pull away. Even though her heart had picked up pace. Allison obviously didn't believe in her story. "You didn't fall did you?" She asked moving closer.
"I- I have to go." Remy didn't want to lie. She didn't want to lie, and it made her stumble backwards. Pulling her feet over the bench. Allison suddenly looked more concerned.
"Remy?" Allison looked up to her. Seeing the fear in her eyes. Starting to stand herself. Only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't follow me." She commanded. Turning, and almost running from the cafeteria.
After a couple seconds Allison realized everyone was looking at her. At that she stood and followed her. Speeding up when she heard the smack of Remy's converse on the floor. The hallway was empty, and she soon spotted her running around a corner.
"Remy." She grabbed the other girls upper arm. Spinning and facing her.
The brunette stood, back against the locker. With Allison helluva close in front of her. Remy's eyes flicked from one side to the other, trapped. Allison's arms on either side of her, pressing against the locker. Against her. Her breathing had picked up, either from the running, the panic, or the fact that Allison was so close, she didn't know.
"I told you not to follow me." She finally said. Unable to hold any frustration, irritation, or anger in her voice. It just fell, empty, on Allison's ears.
"You've been listening to House too much. I don't always do what I'm told." Remy could have sworn that she moved closer.
"Why? Why did you? Why are you so concerned about me?" The brunette stuttered. Wanting to do something with her hands. But unable to without touching Allison in some way, and that would just make things more difficult.
"Because I care about you." Allison slammed her hands against the locker. She looked up at the taller girl. With all the love and affection Remy could remember being directed at her. "I care about you a lot..." She added, holding Remy's wide eyes while she said it.
"Don't. I'm a waste." Remy looked away. Unable to deny her with all the emotions written right on her face.
"You're not. Remy, you're not." She reached forward, and cupped the cheek of the brunette without the bruise.
"I-" The argument died against Allison's lips.
Allison's lips.
Allison Cameron was kissing her. She slid her fingers into Allison's curls. Holding her warm, full, soft, plump, lips to hers. They were moving slowly, languidly against her own. Remy couldn't think. Nor did she think she should.
Neither wanted it to stop, neither wanted reality to come back to them.
But the bell seemed to be fine with it. They broke apart with swollen lips, and slowly spreading giddy smiles. Kids were spilling out into the hall, and the two slowly started to pull apart.
"We should talk, about.., this." Allison stated, not in a convicting way. But with a small awe struck tone. It was a simple observation.
"We should." Remy replied, not wanting to move her hand from where it had come to rest on the blonde's hip. She had moved one from her hair. But that one on her hip... It was barely noticeable, and felt so right. Allison followed her eyes to it, closing her own hand over the brunette's.
"We'll finish this... talk, later." She then removed it slowly. Running her thumb over the back of it. "Don't worry." She added, releasing her hand begrudgingly.
"Um, you forgot your bag in the cafeteria." The moment was broken into by Lisa. She handed Allison her patch covered messenger bag, and Remy her book bag. She kept looking between them. Something had changed. She wasn't entirely sure. But it was something, and it was big.
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"Hey." Remy felt a tug on her backpack. She stopped, and waited for Allison to walk up to her side. "Hey." She repeated.
"Hey." Remy replied, a smirking spreading over half of her face before she winced and gave up the movement. They had just gotten out of school, and Remy took the hint that Allison was walking home with her.
So they were going to continue their 'talk.' Although she thought they had concluded it very well.
"When you kissed me... What was that?" Remy kept walking but looked over at the shorter girl.
"Well, as you said, it was a kiss..." She looked over to the brunette. Her smile flickering. "I.. When I said cared about you I meant I... like... you." She looked at her shoes, and then Remy again. A hopeful smile on her lips.
"I like you too." Remy said, looking over her, and raising her eyebrows. She then stopped, they had made it a good distance away from the school. Allison realized she had stopped and walked backwards a couple steps.
"We're stopping?" She asked, turning to look at her.
"I want to kiss you again." Remy stated, turning to look at Allison. The blonde felt a grin spreading across her lips. She gave Remy an amused look.
"Then kiss me." She challenged. Taking a step closer to her. Remy accepted that challenge. Cupping Allison cheek, and pulling her in.
"You know they have a word for people that like each other, kiss, and even occasionally go out on dates." Remy stated, standing less than a foot from Allison. Her hand still holding her cheek.
"Do they?" Allison said playing along. Remy briefly wondered if she was at all uncomfortable with the fact that Remy was a girl.. That she liked a girl.
"Well actually a few. There's what people call the pair, a couple. Then people say they're together, or going out. But the word I was thinking of is girlfriend." Remy stepped closer hooking a finger under the blonde's chin so she was looking up into her eyes. She was a little nervous, she'd be lying if she didn't say she was terrified that Allison would totally freak out at any moment to the fact that this was happening, and not freak out in the good way.
"Mhm." Allison encouraged, eyes flicking from the brunette's striking blue gaze to her full lips. She had kissed those lips.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" That vulnerability Allison had noticed the night before was just barely perceptible in her voice. She found the blonde's amazingly clear teal eyes.
"Of course." Allison replied. Then her smile took on a slightly mischievous edge. "But only if you'll be mine." Allison loved the way her eyes lit up. Her lips, which had been pressed together in her nerves, fell open in a slightly shocked expression.
"Of course." Remy mimicked Allison answer subconsciously. The blonde had to admit it sent a little pleasant twirl through her.
She was sure of one thing, she had never felt this way about a boy. Maybe another thing though, she was Remy Hadley's girlfriend.
Allison leaned forward on her toes. Capturing Remy's still slightly parted lips in an unexpected kiss.
A/N Well that ended rather abruptly! Oh well. They kissed, multiple times. The ending doesn't have to be pretty. I hope you guys feel the same, because you know I live for your opinions. Tell me your opinions.
