A/N: I'm not even sure if anyone is reading this, but if you are and you find a bunch of grammatical errors, I apologize, I didn't proofread.
Sara's POV
The cheap alcohol left a bitter taste in my mouth, but I didn't say anything. I scrunch my face in disgust and set the drink on the coffee table to my right. Stacy sits to my left, nursing her own concoction and the rest of our friends sit among us, talking and laughing loudly.
I was hoping I would be spending my Saturday with Tegan but she was out of town competing in the championships for girl's high school hockey. She said she would have invited me but after my little scene with her parents, there was no way in Hell that was happening.
I take a sip of my of drink and pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and open my texts with Tegan. I just wanted to talk to her but she hasn't texted since around eight o'clock this morning. Throughout the day I had continued texting her, tying not to be too annoying but I was just so bored.
"Sar, hey," Stacy nudges me in the side and holds out the short purple bong to me along with a lighter. I grab it and take a hit, passing it off to the next person. I blow out the smoke through my nostrils and pick my phone back up, opening up a game of Scrabble to try and pass the time. The phone vibrates in my hand silently, exiting my game, before the incoming text screen pops up.
I grin and stand up, excusing myself to the bathroom. I latch the door shut and open the message eagerly.
"Hey! We won! Province champions! Go Cowboys! Hah. Sorry I couldn't talk all day, but thanks for all the good luck! We're still on our way home but I'll text you in a little bit when it's okay for you to call me, okay?"
I smile and then sigh, hitting the reply button.
"Congrats! I knew you'd kick ass! I'll be waiting for your text. :)"
I hit send and place my phone back in my pocket, then turn to the mirror attempting to straighten my unruly hair a bit.
Knock knock knock.
I grab the door knob then open the door a crack and look up. Stacy. Her eyes are completely red and barely open, completely blazed. She smirks and pushes her way in, cornering me against the small counter. This is how it usually goes so I'm prepared and turn my cheek before she her lips reach my own. Her lips and tongue come into contact with my cheek, leaving a wet mark after she pulls away.
"C'mon Sar. We always do this." She whines, playing with one of the strings on my hoodie.
"Well we aren't tonight," I swat her hand away, annoyed. She knows how I feel about Tegan and that we've been sort of seeing each other so she should also know that I wouldn't want to do anything with her, even if it didn't mean anything.
"C'monnn, it's not like you and Tegan are together. She hasn't even told you she's actually gay yet." She retorts venomously. Woah. Talk about being sensitive.
"That doesn't mean she doesn't like me." I scowl and cross my arms. "Just find something else's throat to shove your tongue down."
Her draw drops and I push my way past her back into the main part of the basement to grab my backpack and walk out with a quick goodbye to everyone. I unlock my bike from the skinny tree it rests against and pedal to the lake.
Lying on my back on the dock, the stars seem extra bright and visible tonight. My phone rests on my stomach, waiting to hear from Tegan. I can't stop thinking about her and Stacy said. She knew she struck a nerve with her words. Of course I was afraid that Tegan was just confused and really wasn't gay. If we did end up getting together and then broke up because I was just her experiment, I would be heartbroken. My eyes shut tightly and I try to will the insecurities away but the drugs are making my mind race more than usual. My phone buzzes and, thankfully, pulls me out of my thoughts. I scan the text from tegan quickly and hop to my feet to get on my bike and dial Tegan's number. She gushes about the game, pausing only to take a quick breath here and there and to let me get in a word or two.
Before I know it, I'm in front of her house. There's a dim light coming from her bedroom window, but other than that, the house is completely dark.
"Are your parents asleep?" I ask.
"Yup." She replies.
"Look out your window." I grin and see her curtains sway back and forth and then her smiling face appears.
I wave and continue to smile. "Come outside for a minute, yeah?"
I see her nod and disappear behind her curtains. "Meet me behind the detached garage." She says then hangs up.
I wheel my bike through her drive way and lean it against the side of the garage and wait.
She walks out a minute later, shutting the back door with caution and silently walks over to me with wet hair and in her pajamas.
"What are you doing here?" She whispers with a smile.
"I wanted to see you." I grab her hands and move forward, kissing her slowly.
She pulls away and takes a deep breath with a goofy smile. "Well hello to you too."
I giggle and run my fingers through my shaggy hair. I don't think I'll ever grow tired of kissing her, even when we're both old and wrinkly.
There's a short moment of silence then we both open our mouths to speak.
"There's something I wanted to tell you," we say in unison and then burst out in muffled laughter, covering our mouths. Sometimes we were so in sync, it was crazy.
"You first," I say.
"Okay, well," she takes a deep breath and my heart rate increases. Was she going to say the same thing as me? "After the game, a scout from the University of Vancouver offered me a full ride to play hockey for them."
"Oh wow Tee, baby, that's awesome! You accepted it, right?!" I praise her and pull her into a tight bear hug, squeezing her body against mine.
She laughs happily in my ear and hugs me back. "Did you just call me baby?" She whispers, her cold breath invading my ear.
I pull away and bite my lip. This is it. "Uhm, yeah, I guess I did. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, it's just no one's ever called me that before. But personally I think I like Tee better. You sound cute when you say it." She chuckles, entwining our fingers and letting our hands swing back and forth in the space between our bodies. "Is that what you wanted to talk about?"
I take a deep breath, feeling extremely nervous, and look her in the eye. "Kind of. I was wondering how you would feel about becoming my girlfriend?"
"Oh," She smiles and looks down, pondering her answer. It feels like an eternity before she speaks. "If I say yes, do we have to tell anyone?"
I frown and feel my mood plummet, even though I understand why she would want, or need, to keep it a secret. "If you don't want us to, we don't have to."
"Okay then yes, I would love to be your girlfriend, Sara." She grins that smile I love so much and brushes her lips against mine. I grab her hips and pull her into my body.
"So Vancouver, huh?" I mumble into her mouth between kisses.
She laughs breathily. "Yep. My parents didn't seem too excited though since it isn't and Ivy League school but I'm going to take it, I think. They have an amazing hockey team and it could probably take me far, career wise."
"You want to be a professional hockey player?" I smile and push her up against the garage wall and nap at her bottom lip. "I think that's really sexy."
She laughs and runs her tongue across her bottom lip. "Either that or a musician."
"Mmm, that's sexy too." I lean in and kiss her as my hands snake up her arms to pin her wrists against the wall.
"What do you wanna be?" She asks, avoiding my lips with a grin.
"I don't know. Someone that helps people, or just a wife."
"Really?" She laughs, trying to cover her mouth.
"What?" I pout, scrunching my eyebrows.
"Nothing. I just think it's weird that you would just want to be someone's wife."
"Why is that so funny? I'm OCD so everything would always be spotless, I like to take care of people, and I'm open minded in the bedroom. I'm a very simple person. What more could you want?" I run my finger down her front and she blushes, turning away.
"I hope you're not think about that already. We've been official for like ten minutes, you're going to have to wait a lot longer than that. A lot." She says kind of sternly while looking to the ground.
I chuckle and grab her chin gently, lifting her face and look her in the eye. "Hey, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want, ever. And I agree, it is way too early for that. Besides, if I was just looking to get laid, I wouldn't want to be with you so much. I'm glad it's something you find sacred and that you want it to be special. I want everything to be special with you, so we'll go at your pace and whatever you find comfortable and want to do. Okay?"
"You really know how to make a girl blush, you know that?" Tegan laughs, pulling me forward. I rest my forehead against hers and smile, looking into her sparkling eyes that are so easily to get lost in.
Tegan's POV
This wasn't exactly how I had pictured Sara and I getting together, but it still felt right. Everything about her felt right. If I could just stay with her like this all night, just holding onto each other, I would be the happiest person alive.
I intertwine my fingers together on the small of her back, and lean in as close as I can. Sara's eyes won't leave mine and it sends shivers down my spine, the connection intense. The sensation it creates is new, but I welcome it, and crave more of it. I purse my lips and she does as well, giving us a barely there kiss. She smiles, twirling a chunk of my hair in her fingers and moves to rest her head on my shoulder.
"Tegan?" She whispers, reaching to remove my hands from around her back and I momentarily panic over thinking she is having second thoughts already.
"Yeah?" I tense up, sure she can feel my shoulder digging into her cheek and drop my arms.
"There's a light on. Someone's up." She points to a second story window and my stomach drops. If my parents ever saw me around Sara, I would be dead meat.
"Shit. Shit shit shit." I step away from garage and Sara's already getting back on her bike. I open my mouth to say something but she stops me with her hand.
"Go, it's fine. I don't want you to get in trouble." She sighs, kicking her kick stand up and wheeling slowly over to me, grabbing my hand and kissing it then nuzzling her cheek into it. "I'll text you when I get home, okay?"
"Okay. I'm sorry, and uhm, thanks." I mutter awkwardly, then curse myself. Who the hell gets asked out and then says thank you?
She chuckles and kisses me quickly before peddling away down the street. I watch until I can't see her being lit by the streets lights anymore and quickly head back inside. I tip toe up the stairs and through the halls, spotting my destination, and think I'm not going to get caught. I reach for my doorknob and hear the bathroom door open.
"Tegan? Were you just outside? What are you doing?" My dad inquires quietly.
I grimace and slowly turn around, trying to quickly think of a lie and look as possibly not guilty as I can. "I, uh, I thought I forgot my phone charger in my truck so I went to go check."
He looks to my hands, seeing they're completely empty of a charger and car keys. Damnit. "Why would that be in your truck?" He raises his eyebrows at me, causing the wrinkles on his forehead to protrude.
"Oh, uh, I had it with me at the library last night and couldn't find it in my backpack so I thought I would just check. It must just be in my room somewhere. I'm going to look for it then go to bed." I fake a yawn and push my door open.
He narrows his eyes, probably not believing me, but lets it slide. "Alright. We're going to church early tomorrow so find it and get to sleep. Got it?"
"Yes sir." I nod and slip into my room, letting out a deep breath. That was close. I fall onto my bed face first, exhausted. What have I just gotten myself into?
