(A/N: Prepare for short and slushy.)
10. I Could Get Used To This
I'm feeling it coming over me
With you it all comes naturally
Lost the reflex to resist
And I could get used to this
Kelly sighed, and rolled over. It was well before dawn, and Annabelle was still asleep, not surprisingly. She leaned over and kissed her girlfriend's cheek ever so softly so as not to wake her. The sleeping girl mumbled something, in the midst of a dream, and smiled almost angelically. This made Kelly smile, too, and thank whoever was up there, if there was, indeed, any kind of higher power, that she had let her very fierce guard down for once to let this beautiful girl into her life.
You like the songs I write
You like the movies I like
There must be some kind of twist
But I could get used to this
The weeks since their meeting on the rooftop had been interesting. For a start, they had got to know each other all over again. Although before Annabelle would have counted Kelly among her friends, she had quickly found that she knew almost nothing about the head girl, and promptly set about digging and poking and finding out every last thing about her. And Kelly was quite happy to tell her. She'd never had this kind of in-depth relationship before – she'd always gone for the one-night stands and friends-with-benefits herself – and so it was all new to her too.
On her part, Annabelle was becoming accustomed to being with another girl. She'd led a closeted life, always at girls' schools, and had never so much as kissed a boy. Then again, she'd never kissed a girl either, and Kelly'd had a lot to teach her. After a week's careful "tuition", as she preferred to call it, the younger girl had been found to be surprisingly good at any number of things.
Because you listen to me when I'm depressed
It doesn't seem to make you like me less
Not all of their conversations had been pleasant. They were both trying to be a little less dependent on alcohol, and that had caused some flaming rows when one was feeling the effects of not drinking. During Annabelle's soul-searching, they'd both found out some pretty dark truths about each other, and there had been crying, and hugging, and kissing, and…
If that's a dark side to you I haven't seen it
And every good thing you do it feels like you mean it
Thinking back on it made Kelly grin all over again. They'd had so many good times already, and they were hardly started. She lay back and drifted off into a pleasant little daydream of the two of them living together, somewhere, in a small cottage with roses round the door… well, not quite. She wasn't that much of a romantic just yet! But she wasn't quite such a cynic about love, etc any more. Annabelle had changed all that.
She felt a movement to her right and turned onto her side to watch her girlfriend wake up. These first moments of the day were always the best. Time together, uninterrupted by anyone. This was their time, just for them.
But not today, it seemed. There was a loud knock on the door, which was soon repeated when neither made a move. Taylor's voice came muffled through the door, frantic and almost shouting.
"Kel! Get out here NOW! Celia's about to kill herself!"