Chapter 9- This Ain't a Scene…

Fiona removed her heels and leaned her back deep into the cushion, trying hard to make herself more comfortable in this very uncomfortable situation. "Mom Skyped me two weeks ago. She said that there is no point in them keeping the loft anymore and that Dad wanted sell it unless I had a good reason for them to continue holding on to it."

"What did you tell her?" The young girl tried to hide her curiosity.

"I told her that I didn't know if I still had a good reason or not. Then I asked her if she could hold off for a little while so that I could come and see if there was still something left for me here…well, someone…" her voice trailed. She grabbed her glass from the coffee table and finished off the remaining juice. "Ugh, it's all warm now," she murmured, making a face of disgust before returning the empty glass to the table.

Imogen went over hundreds of responses in her mind, feeling incredibly pressured by this conversation. "Fiona…I have a-"

"A girlfriend, I know, I haven't gone completely mental. I know you've moved on now and if there's anything that coming here has taught me, it's that things change—people change. I just couldn't close the door on this without knowing for sure, you know? I mean it was you." She gave a small shrug. "I guess I just always kind of had this thought in the back of my mind that it would somehow work out for us one day. Something was always missing with the other girls I tried dating…it just didn't feel like…like…"

"Soul-mates." Imogen finished for her. She leaned her head back and let her eyes search the ceiling.

The socialite's mouth formed a crooked smile upon hearing the memorable phrase. She, too, allowed her head to fall against the cushion behind. "Yeah, exactly," she whispered. For the first time that evening there was a sense of peace in the room. The silences were no longer awkward voids and the words were no longer penetrating fills.

"Hey, do you remember what I told you whenever you were trying to set me up with Eli last year? About me putting my feelings for him in a rocket to the moon?"

Fiona gave a small chuckle remembering how ridiculous it was to trying to force a romance between Imogen and Eli. "Of course I do. You said that if you ever needed those feelings again then you knew exactly where to find them—on the moon."

Imogen rolled her head to the left to now look at her ex. "Well that's kind of how it was with you. Except I couldn't just send yours to the moon…What I felt for you was so intense that I had to send them to a whole new galaxy, or else I'd have been way too tempted to hop on the next rocket ship out of Toronto to go up and bring them back."

"Wow, a whole new galaxy," she teased. "I feel so honored." Her eyes met Imogen's and the girls shared a smile.

The younger girl's heart gave a small pang and her mind wondered very briefly just how much it would cost for a round-trip ticket to that galaxy. She pushed the thought out of her head, then fixed her focus back to the ceiling. "I'm really sorry, Fiona—for what I said, for how we turned out, and well…for everything," she sighed.

"I am too, Immy." Fiona picked up the pillow that was resting beside her and tossed it at the other girl, "but it was mostly your fault," she joked before sticking out her tongue.

Imogen caught the pillow between her arms and set it on top of her lap. She couldn't help but notice that it smelled like Fiona's perfume and she hoped that the scent would linger for as long as she continued holding it. "Fair enough," she rolled her eyes playfully. "Does that mean we're okay? Friends?"

"Friends," Fiona agreed.

The tan girl directed her attention to the stack of Olivia Wilde movies that she had spotted when she first arrived. "Soooo, are we the type of friends that still watch movies?"

Fiona turned to see the girl looking at her DVDs. "Only if we're the type of friends that still love popcorn."

"Whoa, slow down, Fiones! We've only just made up and you're already bringing up popcorn? That's moving a tad fast, don'tcha think?" She giggled and tossed the pillow back at her ex, hating herself after she realized that she had just surrendered over her only source of that heavenly aroma.

Swatting the pillow away, Fiona got up and began opening the disc-case for People Like Us. "Shut up, weirdo. I thought you liked intense friendships?"

"I jest! I jest! I'll get the popped corn and you grab the blankies!" She skipped into the kitchen, knowing exactly which drawer to open to find her desired snack. As she pulled out a package of popcorn a thought crossed her mind. "Umm, Fiona?"

"Yes, Miss Moreno?"

"Does popcorn expire?" The girls looked at each other quizzically before Imogen shrugged, took off the plastic wrapper, and stuck it in the microwave. Fiona laughed at her silly ex as she made her way into the bedroom to grab some blankets. Seeing the time on the microwave made Imogen realize she had already been at the loft for over an hour and a half. She went to her purse to retrieve her phone, hoping that it had remained undisturbed while she was there. Pulling it out, she discovered that it had not. Two texts from her girlfriend had been lingering in her inbox:

4:52 PM- How goes your History, my fair lady?

6:08 PM- Call me when you get a chance, lots to talk about…

"Everything okay?" Fiona asked, seeing Imogen staring intently at her phone.

Startled, she snapped her head up and flashed the curly haired brunette a bright smile before typing a quick 'It's going well, I'll call when I can' into her phone and pressing the send button. She plopped onto the couch, this time with Fiona just a tad closer than before, and pulled the blanket over herself while waiting for the other girl to press 'Play'.

The older girl shifted her body so that she could face Imogen before signaling with her finger for the girl to come closer. "Want to know a secret?" she asked, teasingly.

Imogen hesitated then leaned in, slightly confused and extremely nervous. "Yeah?"

Fiona smiled, as she leaned over even further and paused her mouth about six inches from her ex's ear. "You forgot the popcorn," she whispered and then nudged the younger girl away playfully.

Crap, Imogen thought. "Be right back!" She threw her blanket on top of Fiona, ran into the kitchen, and quickly dumped the popcorn into a giant bowl. When she returned, she threw a fluffy kernel at the socialite who then picked it up and chucked it into her mouth.

"Oh my god," the girl's face quenched. "Popcorn definitely expires."

Imogen laughed before grabbing her own handful of the snack and depositing it into her mouth. "Oh well," she countered, "as long as it's still salty!"

Fiona shook her head and mumbled out a "whatever, weirdo" as she pressed 'play' on the rest of their night.


A/N: I'm still really enjoying writing this, so there's more to come...but once again it's the weekend, so my next updates might not be until next week. I *may* be able to get another chapter out sometime tomorrow, but no promises! :)