Tomorrow for Me
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A/N- I thought the scene at SNME would make a great fic. Rachel agreed. Here it is! Title comes from the Song Today 4 U from RENT. Yes, the drink mentioned is actually called that
SPOILERS: SNME 3/18/06
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For the first time in a long time, I am free to be me. Trish isn't on my mind. She's the last thing on my mind. I don't need her. In fact, Victoria's looking better by the minute. Everyone knows what she does with Candice and the fact they aren't in a committed relationship.
Kicking Trish felt right, so right. We tried the dating thing, and yet, she was controlling. It always had to be what she wanted. I can't be controlled. I have to go with the flow of things.
I see her out of the corner of my eye. She was always ashamed of me. She had 'an image to keep up' and no one could know she was a lesbian.
Honey, I'm a lesbian and DAMN proud of it. I'm not going to hide it from someone. Everyone around here knows I'm a lesbian. Besides, the fact Carlito's gay and with Masters is well known. They're well liked and everyone knows.
Trish just made everything so difficult. She liked her coffee at precisely the right temperature and shade, and she let me know if it was wrong! I must have had at least twenty cups come flying past my head.
I catch Vicky looking in my direction. What could she want? I hear she's really nice, even if she's a little too attached to Candice the whore. Of course, I never talked to her. Trish didn't like her.
I pull my hair back, the first time I've done it in months. Trish didn't like it. It feels good to go against the Queen. I wonder. Is this what Americans felt going against the British?
I am allowed to be me, an incredible thing. I pull on the ripped black jeans Trish never liked. My favorite jeans and she tried to convince me to throw them out MORE than once. I shimmy into the Jade Corset top, another favorite Trish hated.
Vicky's staring again, I can tell. Her eyes are practically burning into me. What does she want? Why is Trish sending me death glares and jealous waves?
"Hey," I murmur, grinning. Victoria nods, walking over. "Can I help you?" She nods. Can't she talk? Normally, she can't shut up! What is it? Am I making her nervous?
"Do you want to get a Fucked Up Float?" she blurts out. My eyes widen. Did I hear her correctly? She blushes, glancing down at the floor. "It's got Coke, Peppermint Schnapps and Kahlua in it with Milk and Ice cream,"
Peppermint Schnapps? My favorite alcohol that I couldn't have because of the Queen. It sounds good, interesting and I LOVE the name.
"Okay," I murmur. "Let's do it!" Victoria laughs. Then, she turns to Candice, giving her a thumbs up.
"I wanted to do this, but didn't know if you were still with Trish," she explains. "Candice had to put me up to it," I nod. She sighs. "Let's go get a Fucked Up Float!"
"Yay!" I squeal, licking my lips. "Let's go!"
I know Trish is staring at me, but I don't care. I am going out to have fun with a great woman. A fucked up float and who knows? Trish had a chance. She lost it. For once, I don't care what she thinks.
Yes, she broke my heart, but I let her. I let her control me. I let her convince me I couldn't think for myself. All I did was love her.
I'm finally ready to allow tomorrow for me, and no one else.
Except maybe Vicky…
THE END