"About a Girl"
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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me; I'm just borrowing
them for a short period of time.
Show: Once and Again
Pairing: Jessie/Katie
Rating: PG
Author: Janine
Synopsis: What happens to girl's after their kiss in Jessie's room?
Email: jbstories@h...
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Part 3
A week later – School
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Jessie flung her math text into the locker, dragging out an even bigger biology text shoving it into her backpack. Then, dropping the now obscenely heavy bag to the floor she reached back and closed her locker, bending down to pick up her bag when she caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance. Leaving the backpack where it was she leaned back against her locker and stared down the hallway.
She could just make out Katie's face in between the bodies of the people who were surrounding her. Katie was shaking her head emphatically about something and poking at one of the people standing in front of her rhythmically. Jessie smiled as she watched the scene, thinking that she wouldn't have wanted to be the person Katie was jabbing at. But mostly, she just watched her friend and let the feelings that she had now come to associate with Katie wash over her. She knew that she was attracted to Katie; there was no denying that after what happened in her room. In fact, after what happened in her room she hadn't wanted to deny it anymore because it had just felt so good, so right. It was like as soon as their lips had touched this huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. It was like coming home after a really long drive.
And as she stood there, she let her eyes wander around the hall, looking at the various students as they passed her. She'd been doing that a lot since the day at the attic, looking at other people, trying to figure it out. What she was? What wanting to be with Katie made her? But she couldn't, because while she looked, while she thought some people were more attractive than others, and that some guys were attractive and some girls were attractive, it didn't really mean anything. She didn't really feel anything. Because whether she meant to or not, her mind always compared them to Katie and that meant that there was no comparison. Because nobody came close, nobody stood a chance next to Katie.
"You know, the law has a word for what you're doing," Grace whispered sidling up behind Jessie. "It's called stalking."
"What?" Jessie asked turning around to face her stepsister, her head almost knocking into her still open locker door as she turned around. Where had she come from? Jessie wondered carefully shutting the door before she could hurt herself.
"You know with the intensity you do that it could be an Olympic sport," Grace continued remembering the concentrated look Jessie had had on her face as she stared down the hall at Katie. "Barring that it could at least make it onto ESPN."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jessie responded turning her head away as she felt herself start to blush.
Grace leaned toward Jessie after that comment, her voice lowering secretively. "I'm talking about your love connection with Claire Standish over there," knowing that Jessie knew that she knew what was going on between her and Katie. After that afternoon in the attic, when she had turned to see Jessie staring up at the ceiling all 'sunshine, lollipops and rainbows everything', there hadn't been doubt in her mind as to what had happened.
"What?" Jessie asked turning around to face Grace again. "With who?"
"God, you are so young," Grace responded shaking her head at Jessie's ignorance of everything John Hughes. "You and Katie," Grace clarified smiling lecherously.
"Right, well. I gotta get to class," Jessie responded shooting Grace one last glare before heading off down the hall.
"If it's any consolation, I thought it was cute," Grace called after her still smiling. This was going to be great, she'd have material for months.
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A few weeks later – Karen's House
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Katie drew her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on top of her knees and tilted her head slightly to watch Jessie as the other girl read off a sheet of paper. She was suppose to be listening so that she could give Jessie her opinion on it, but the truth was she was having trouble concentrating. Her mind kept drifting, shifting to contemplate the girl sitting in front of her and what exactly their relationship was. She knew how she felt about Jessie, she'd known for a while that she was seriously falling for the girl, and if she hadn't already fallen, then she was sure she was only like days from it. The problem was she didn't know where Jessie was with them, with anything. She knew that Jessie liked her, was attracted to her, but she didn't know what that meant to Jessie or how it changed their relationship to her, beyond the obvious advantage of getting to make out. Which was a considerable advantage, but still not conclusive.
She wanted to ask, to say something, to have a conversation. She'd practiced how to start things off a million times pacing around her room, or talking in the shower. She even worked out a whole system of contingency conversations and branch patterns of inquisition. But every time she went to say something, she just couldn't do it. She'd look at Jessie, and the girl would smile at her, or say something, and then she just couldn't get the words past her lips. She was afraid, afraid that if she pushed she'd end up pushing Jessie away and she just couldn't risk that. But she wanted to know. She wanted to know so badly. It was like trying to scratch an itch through a snowsuit.
"It sounds great," Katie said softly lifting her head up. "Of course I didn't understand half of it," she continued smiling.
"You had this class last year," Jessie responded smiling at her teasingly.
"Yes, but I had Mrs. Franklin. Mrs. Franklin," Katie responded emphasizing the teacher's name. She was notorious around the school for being the absolute worst teacher ever in the history of man. "And if that isn't bad enough, Maureen Adams sat next to me and we used to spend the whole class discussing Frankie's latest fashion disaster," she continued shaking her head. "We were such bitches."
"I'm sure you weren't," Jessie replied gently, swiveling in her chair to get a better look at Katie whose head was back resting on her knees.
"That's sweet," Katie responded cocking an eyebrow up at her. "But we were. However," she continued some life returning to her voice. "I did learn enough to know that your essay is great. There are fourth years that can't use existentialist in a sentence. Hell, Mrs. Peters probably doesn't know how to use it in a sentence. You're so going to kill," she finished smiling at Jessie proudly.
Jessie held Katie's gaze for a moment then looked down at her paper, and back at Katie again, a tentative smile working it's way across her face as she let out a relieved sigh. Turning her head to the side she followed Katie as the girl crawled across the floor until she was kneeling in front of Jessie's chair. Jessie looked down at her as Katie gazed up at her, noting Katie's serious expression with a touch of concern.
"You know I…" Katie began slowly before trailing off, her eyes losing focus as her attention turned inside for a moment. Jessie watched as a myriad of expressions flowed across her fine features, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she frowned momentarily before focusing on Jessie again with a deflated sigh. "It's just … my mom always says that when we feel something strongly we should share it," she said starting up again though her eyes still seemed to be looking at something beyond Jessie. "Which is ironic since sharing my strong feeling on how she looked like a brothel worker the night of her Christmas party got me grounded for a week," she continued her lips curving up momentarily before thinning out again. "But, I mean, what I really wanted to say, is just that … just how much you, our friendship means to me. Cause you're like the best thing that's happened to me since walking, and that's only cause I needed walking to be able to get over to you," she went on dropping her head down as she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. For some reason she just didn't want Jessie to see her cry tonight.
"Katie?" Jessie asked softly her hand reaching out to touch the other girl's cheek. She was amazingly touched by the words Katie had just spoken to her, and surprised yet happy by the intensity with which they were spoken, but at the same time Katie's demeanor was beginning to worry her.
"It's nothing," Katie said looking up at Jessie, flashing her a quick smile. "Really. I just wanted you to know," she continued her eyes drifting off to the side.
Jessie continued to watch her for a moment after that, thinking about what she could do since there was obviously something bothering Katie, but before she could open her mouth to begin, Katie's eyes had returned to her, and she was leaning up bringing their lips together.
The kiss was slow, and tender and beautiful, and Jessie leaned forward prolonging the contact between them, absorbing the emotions pouring into her through Katie's lips. And then it was gone; Katie had pulled back and was standing up.
"I've gotta go," Katie said softly when Jessie's eyes finally opened and turned to look up at her. "It's late."
Jessie turned her head to the side to glance at the clock beside her bed, and noticed somewhat sadly that it was late. She didn't want Katie to leave, especially now that she was sure that something was bothering her, but Katie was right, she had to be going home.
"Yeah," Jessie replied, not quite able to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "I'll walk you out," she continued grasping Katie's hand. Katie glanced down at their joined hands and smiled at her, and then they headed for the door.
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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me; I'm just borrowing
them for a short period of time.
Show: Once and Again
Pairing: Jessie/Katie
Rating: PG
Author: Janine
Synopsis: What happens to girl's after their kiss in Jessie's room?
Email: jbstories@h...
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Part 3
A week later – School
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Jessie flung her math text into the locker, dragging out an even bigger biology text shoving it into her backpack. Then, dropping the now obscenely heavy bag to the floor she reached back and closed her locker, bending down to pick up her bag when she caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance. Leaving the backpack where it was she leaned back against her locker and stared down the hallway.
She could just make out Katie's face in between the bodies of the people who were surrounding her. Katie was shaking her head emphatically about something and poking at one of the people standing in front of her rhythmically. Jessie smiled as she watched the scene, thinking that she wouldn't have wanted to be the person Katie was jabbing at. But mostly, she just watched her friend and let the feelings that she had now come to associate with Katie wash over her. She knew that she was attracted to Katie; there was no denying that after what happened in her room. In fact, after what happened in her room she hadn't wanted to deny it anymore because it had just felt so good, so right. It was like as soon as their lips had touched this huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. It was like coming home after a really long drive.
And as she stood there, she let her eyes wander around the hall, looking at the various students as they passed her. She'd been doing that a lot since the day at the attic, looking at other people, trying to figure it out. What she was? What wanting to be with Katie made her? But she couldn't, because while she looked, while she thought some people were more attractive than others, and that some guys were attractive and some girls were attractive, it didn't really mean anything. She didn't really feel anything. Because whether she meant to or not, her mind always compared them to Katie and that meant that there was no comparison. Because nobody came close, nobody stood a chance next to Katie.
"You know, the law has a word for what you're doing," Grace whispered sidling up behind Jessie. "It's called stalking."
"What?" Jessie asked turning around to face her stepsister, her head almost knocking into her still open locker door as she turned around. Where had she come from? Jessie wondered carefully shutting the door before she could hurt herself.
"You know with the intensity you do that it could be an Olympic sport," Grace continued remembering the concentrated look Jessie had had on her face as she stared down the hall at Katie. "Barring that it could at least make it onto ESPN."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jessie responded turning her head away as she felt herself start to blush.
Grace leaned toward Jessie after that comment, her voice lowering secretively. "I'm talking about your love connection with Claire Standish over there," knowing that Jessie knew that she knew what was going on between her and Katie. After that afternoon in the attic, when she had turned to see Jessie staring up at the ceiling all 'sunshine, lollipops and rainbows everything', there hadn't been doubt in her mind as to what had happened.
"What?" Jessie asked turning around to face Grace again. "With who?"
"God, you are so young," Grace responded shaking her head at Jessie's ignorance of everything John Hughes. "You and Katie," Grace clarified smiling lecherously.
"Right, well. I gotta get to class," Jessie responded shooting Grace one last glare before heading off down the hall.
"If it's any consolation, I thought it was cute," Grace called after her still smiling. This was going to be great, she'd have material for months.
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A few weeks later – Karen's House
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Katie drew her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on top of her knees and tilted her head slightly to watch Jessie as the other girl read off a sheet of paper. She was suppose to be listening so that she could give Jessie her opinion on it, but the truth was she was having trouble concentrating. Her mind kept drifting, shifting to contemplate the girl sitting in front of her and what exactly their relationship was. She knew how she felt about Jessie, she'd known for a while that she was seriously falling for the girl, and if she hadn't already fallen, then she was sure she was only like days from it. The problem was she didn't know where Jessie was with them, with anything. She knew that Jessie liked her, was attracted to her, but she didn't know what that meant to Jessie or how it changed their relationship to her, beyond the obvious advantage of getting to make out. Which was a considerable advantage, but still not conclusive.
She wanted to ask, to say something, to have a conversation. She'd practiced how to start things off a million times pacing around her room, or talking in the shower. She even worked out a whole system of contingency conversations and branch patterns of inquisition. But every time she went to say something, she just couldn't do it. She'd look at Jessie, and the girl would smile at her, or say something, and then she just couldn't get the words past her lips. She was afraid, afraid that if she pushed she'd end up pushing Jessie away and she just couldn't risk that. But she wanted to know. She wanted to know so badly. It was like trying to scratch an itch through a snowsuit.
"It sounds great," Katie said softly lifting her head up. "Of course I didn't understand half of it," she continued smiling.
"You had this class last year," Jessie responded smiling at her teasingly.
"Yes, but I had Mrs. Franklin. Mrs. Franklin," Katie responded emphasizing the teacher's name. She was notorious around the school for being the absolute worst teacher ever in the history of man. "And if that isn't bad enough, Maureen Adams sat next to me and we used to spend the whole class discussing Frankie's latest fashion disaster," she continued shaking her head. "We were such bitches."
"I'm sure you weren't," Jessie replied gently, swiveling in her chair to get a better look at Katie whose head was back resting on her knees.
"That's sweet," Katie responded cocking an eyebrow up at her. "But we were. However," she continued some life returning to her voice. "I did learn enough to know that your essay is great. There are fourth years that can't use existentialist in a sentence. Hell, Mrs. Peters probably doesn't know how to use it in a sentence. You're so going to kill," she finished smiling at Jessie proudly.
Jessie held Katie's gaze for a moment then looked down at her paper, and back at Katie again, a tentative smile working it's way across her face as she let out a relieved sigh. Turning her head to the side she followed Katie as the girl crawled across the floor until she was kneeling in front of Jessie's chair. Jessie looked down at her as Katie gazed up at her, noting Katie's serious expression with a touch of concern.
"You know I…" Katie began slowly before trailing off, her eyes losing focus as her attention turned inside for a moment. Jessie watched as a myriad of expressions flowed across her fine features, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she frowned momentarily before focusing on Jessie again with a deflated sigh. "It's just … my mom always says that when we feel something strongly we should share it," she said starting up again though her eyes still seemed to be looking at something beyond Jessie. "Which is ironic since sharing my strong feeling on how she looked like a brothel worker the night of her Christmas party got me grounded for a week," she continued her lips curving up momentarily before thinning out again. "But, I mean, what I really wanted to say, is just that … just how much you, our friendship means to me. Cause you're like the best thing that's happened to me since walking, and that's only cause I needed walking to be able to get over to you," she went on dropping her head down as she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. For some reason she just didn't want Jessie to see her cry tonight.
"Katie?" Jessie asked softly her hand reaching out to touch the other girl's cheek. She was amazingly touched by the words Katie had just spoken to her, and surprised yet happy by the intensity with which they were spoken, but at the same time Katie's demeanor was beginning to worry her.
"It's nothing," Katie said looking up at Jessie, flashing her a quick smile. "Really. I just wanted you to know," she continued her eyes drifting off to the side.
Jessie continued to watch her for a moment after that, thinking about what she could do since there was obviously something bothering Katie, but before she could open her mouth to begin, Katie's eyes had returned to her, and she was leaning up bringing their lips together.
The kiss was slow, and tender and beautiful, and Jessie leaned forward prolonging the contact between them, absorbing the emotions pouring into her through Katie's lips. And then it was gone; Katie had pulled back and was standing up.
"I've gotta go," Katie said softly when Jessie's eyes finally opened and turned to look up at her. "It's late."
Jessie turned her head to the side to glance at the clock beside her bed, and noticed somewhat sadly that it was late. She didn't want Katie to leave, especially now that she was sure that something was bothering her, but Katie was right, she had to be going home.
"Yeah," Jessie replied, not quite able to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "I'll walk you out," she continued grasping Katie's hand. Katie glanced down at their joined hands and smiled at her, and then they headed for the door.
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