Part THREE

With her arms behind her head, eyes closed, Jasmine happily sat against the grand leafy oak tree in the glorious sunshine listening to her music, when she suddenly got a nagging feeling that something was missing, but couldn't think for the life of her what it was.

Opening her eyes she looked around, thinking it an item she might have mislaid. Seeing her bag, she picked it up and started to root inside, throwing out her items one by one. Everything seemed as it should be, but then she stilled, confusion on her face as she came across something soft, and pink? Reaching in she pulled out the garment, holding it out infront of her.

"Since when do I wear hoodies?" she muttered to herself.

Then in the breeze she heard a soft voice call out to her.

"Jasmine!"

The young girl looked around but there was no-one to be seen.

"Erm, who's there?"

"Jasmine!" came the hushed voice again.

Getting up now she turned round and around, trying desperately to find the source of the mysterious voice.

"Jasmine!"

"Who are you?....Where are you!?" she cried out.

There was no reply, only silence as she stood perfectly still listening as hard as she could, while the breeze danced around her, catching a strong familiar scent as it did so.

"Jasmine!" came the voice once again.

She now closed her eyes inhaling deeply, suddenly feeling the pangs of hunger making their presence known in the pit of her stomach as the smell got stronger. Leaning against the tree she cocked her head to one side as recognition kicked in.

"Toast?"

At that, Jasmine opened her eyes and saw the dark hooded eyes of her friend looking back at her.

"Oh finally. Been trying to wake you up for ages, you sleep alright?" Debbie said.

Jasmine, still groggy. rolled over slightly, stretching out her aching limbs and yawning before she replied. A lazy grin on her face.

"Erm, yeh, slept fine 'til somebody woke me."

Debbie smiled sheepishly at that, "Soz, it's just it's gorgeous outside. I thought you might like to get out and about."

"Yeah sounds good. It might help clear my head after last night." Jasmine replied rubbing her temples.

"Aww, is poor Jasmine Thomas suffering?" Debbie mocked, remembering Jasmine's own taunt.

"Oh shush." Jasmine said, chuckling at how the tables had turned.

Aiming the cheekiest of chuckles at her friend in return, Debbie stood from where she had been kneeling.

She had seemed to have totally forgotten about the events of the previous night Jasmine thought, or simply didn't want to discuss it further. The soft, vulnerable Debbie that she had gotten to witness last night, had now been firmly locked away once again, for the time being at least she surmised. So Jasmine decided that she wasn't going to press matters unless she felt Debbie wanted to talk, and until then she'd make damn sure Debbie knew that she was there for her, 110%.

"Don't let your breakfast go cold." Debbie added, nodding towards the coffee table before walking away.

Jasmine followed her eye line and smiled at the plate of toast she found resting there.

"Thanks Debs."

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Debbie was lounging on the sofa watching TV when she heard movement from upstairs, and turned to see Jasmine slowly making her way down the stairs.

"I was starting to think you'd fallen asleep in the shower." she teased, sitting up to make room for the other girl. Jasmine slumped into the now vacant space, groaning as she laid her head back.

"Do I look as rough as I feel?"

Debbie chuckled as she sat forward, leaning in as though to inspect Jasmine's face.

"Hmm...how rough do you feel exactly?!" she replied, pulling a 'yikes!' face.

"Oi!" Jasmine replied, slapping Debbie on the arm. Laughing, Debbie reached for her cup of tea before sitting back again.

"Muppet, you could be on Death's door and still look stunning..." she said without thinking, eyes on the television as she took a sip of tea. When there'd been no response, she suddenly clocked what she'd said and becoming quite self conscious she shyly looked back at Jasmine to find her looking at her. She immediately racked her brain for something she could say in a bid to diffuse the awkwardness she felt, and coming up with nothing she simply uttered, "...cow.".

The curling of her lips giving away her mirth, feeling relieved when Jasmine laughed.

"If you're not up to goin' out we can stay put you know?" she offered, "It's no big deal."

"No, it'd be good to get out for a bit while it's nice." Jasmine replied glancing at the window.

"Ok, well how about I just show you round the village then? That won't exactly take long." Debbie smiled.

Looking back at her friend, Jasmine nodded. "You can show me alllll the sights." she mocked, knowing full well how tiny the place was.

Debbie laughed at that, "Well if you count a cricket pavilion and Seth's old shed as 'Sights' then prepare to be amazed."

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Later that afternoon, Debbie and Jasmine had eventually meandered round to the cricket pavillion, where they'd stopped to bask in the sun for a while. Debbie had been right, it was another beautiful day in the Dales. The sweltering sunshine had instantly reminded Debbie of the day the two girls had first met, bringing a beatific smile to her face.

"What you all smiley about?" Jasmine asked, playfully bumping the other girl with her hip. "hmm?"

"Do I need a reason to smile now?" Debbie replied feigning offense.

Jasmine quirked an eyebrow at her knowingly.

"What? It's a gorgeous day. What other reason could I possible have?" Debbie retorted, bumping Jasmine back.

"Mhm." Jasmine replied in a mockingly suspicious tone, before linking arms with Debbie and marching them off.

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The girls were now making the most of the sun and had made themselves comfortable, lying down infront of the pavilion.

"Mmm this is nice, so relaxing. I could do this everyday." Jasmine mused.

Debbie, lying next to her on the other hand, was wriggling about like an irritable 5 year old. "I swear something's crawled into my top." she muttered, squirming even more.

"Do you not think so Debs? How often do you get out and smell the roses?"

"Eh, what roses?" Debbie replied somewhat distracted. "Bloody bugs! Will you get out!" she shouted as she leapt to her feet, shaking her top about trying to fling whatever admirer she'd attracted off of her.

Jasmine, not taking a blind bit of notice continued, "It's a metaphor Debbie, for taking time out to enjoy the simple things in life."

"I knew that.." Debbie replied defensively, now rooting around inside her shirt as Jasmine finally turned to look at her.

"What are you doing?" she laughed, seeing Debbie's eyes peeking out at her from her top.

"Do you never listen? Something, seems to be nesting in my shirt! I just..can't... find him..." her voice trailing off as continued to search down her top.

"Hmm, I'd be careful Debs, squatters rights 'n all."

"Oh, ha ha, when'd you get so bloody witty?" she replied with her standard sarcasm. "Ugh, that's it!"

Debbie stomped up the steps to sit on one of the pavillion benches and pulled off her top.

"I'll find ya, you little shit."

Jasmine threw her head back with laughter at the sight of her friend muttering expletives as she carefully inspected the insides of her shirt. What the girls had failed to notice though, was that someone else was out and about enjoying the day with their faithful companion.

"Good heavens!"

Both girls looked up to see the mortified face of Debbie's neighbour Edna Birch. Even Tootsie seemed to be glaring in shock. Though Debbie being Debbie, couldn't care less and carried on with what she was doing, replying nonchalantly.

"Hello Edna, lovely day isn't it?"

"Really, do you have no shame?" Edna replied, completely disregarding Debbie's mocking tone.

Jasmine just sat open mouthed, eyes flickering from Debbie to Edna and back again.

"What's there to be ashamed about? I'm wearin' a bra aren't I? You're only jealous 'cos you would kill for a body like mine." she teased, peeking up at the senior citizen, wiggling her eyebrows and giving her the cheekiest grin.

Jasmine snorted, unable to contain her laughter any longer. Edna huffed and stormed off.

"No respect these days, come on Tootsie!", and the girls watched as they both scurried back to the village.

"Do you always torment her like that?" Jasmine asked once Edna was out of earshot, still chuckling.

"Yeh course, she loves me really." Debbie grinned before looking back to her shirt. "Ah ha! found ya!", and with a satisfactory flick, catapulted the fugitive bug from her shirt before looking at Jasmine triumphantly. "So, how's your head?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah it's fine. Still feeling a bit rough but that could be more down to the heat."

"You wanna go home?" Debbie offered.

"Maybe in a bit. It's nice here, peaceful."

"Yeah s'pose. I came here a lot when I was a kid. Mainly to get away from everyone. I used to hang out in there." she added.

Jasmine got up and walked over towards the doors, trying the handles.

"Well obviously it's locked Jas." Debbie smirked.

"Well how did you used to get in?"

Debbie arched an eyebrow at Jasmine for her naivety.

"Oh. Right." Jasmine replied, penny dropping.

"We'll save the breaking and entering for another visit shall we?" she smiled, as she sat next to Debbie.

"So, any ideas what you'd like to do tonight?" Debbie asked, "I should take you out at least once while you're here. Only if you're up to it though."

"I told ya, I don't mind what we do, and you don't have to take me out anywhere. I came here to see you, remember?" she warmly informed her friend.

Debbie smiled at that, blushing slightly at the sentiment.

"Um, 'k well, if you'd like to, there's this place Chas was tellin' me about in Hotten, just opened last week. Said she had a crackin' night out."

"Ok, could be good. See how we feel in a bit then, yeh?" Jasmine replied smiling.

"Ok." Debbie smiled back in return. She couldn't help it, the girl's smile was too infectious.

Jasmine's eyes briefly glanced down at Debbie's body, before cocking her head to one side.

"You know, as nice a body as it is, don't you think you should put your shirt back on now?" she said with a smirk.

Debbie looked down at herself, then back at Jasmine and rolled her eyes. "Ok Edna." she sighed, earning herself a slap in return.

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Sitting in a booth with people all around them, music pounding big chunky beats for those on the dance floor to gyrate to, Debbie and Jasmine happily laughed and joked together. It was several hours and more than several drinks since they had decided to check out the new club. It was packed to the rafters, obviously word had got around that it was the new place to be, not that there was much to choose from in Hotten.

The twosome had been knocking back the drinks as they sat and people watched. Some of the outfits on display were bordering on the ridiculous while others made even the girls feel overdressed.

"I think it's safe to say, that anything goes in this place." Debbie commented, tongue placed firmly in cheek as a guy wearing very little strode past their table. Jasmine's eyes practically popped out of her head when she saw him.

"Don't drool Jas, it's embarrassing." Debbie jeered.

Jasmine narrowed her eyes at her friend playfully. "I was not drooling, cheeky cow."

"Yeah, whatever Jas, besides he's got to be gay. No straight guy would ever wear...that."

"True, but if you've got it, flaunt it as they say." Jasmine grinned.

"Yeh well he's certainly doing that." Debbie deadpanned, nodding to the dancefloor. Both girls now were watching the guy strutting his 'stuff', and in perfect synchonicity tilted their heads to the side and squinted their eyes at what they were seeing before them, jaws slowly starting to drop.

"I thought gay guys were meant to be good dancers?" Jasmine asked, transfixed on the deluded guy's random jerking and thrusting.

"Ugh, that's almost obscene!" Debbie blurted out, making Jasmine crack up with laughter, while she on the other hand calmly sipped at her drink. "We should've brought Edna along with us y'know, she'd have loved 'im." Jasmine was now almost crying from laughing so hard. Debbie watching her, utterly amused by Jasmine's total hilarity at the situation.

"Right then...", she started, necking the last of her drink. "another?" she asked, swinging her glass between her fingers.

"I can't believe I'm getting drunk two nights in a row." Jasmine exclaimed as she wiped her eyes.

Debbie gave her a sly grin, "That a yes then?"

"Yes please." Jasmine chuckled. And with that Debbie set off for the bar, easing her way through the horde of people. The bar was heaving, it was going to take a while to get anywhere near it she thought gloomily.

Several minutes later, she'd finally gotten served and was making her way back to their table when she saw someone sitting in her place. And not just any someone. A male someone, and a sleazy looking male someone at that she noted. Also, Jasmine seemed to be listening intently to whatever this prat was telling her. She looked on as he leaned in closer to her friend, leering over her, eyes roaming. She was not at all impressed as she marched up to them.

"Everything alright Jas?" she asked not even looking at her friend, but glaring at the unwelcome admirer.

"Yeah yeah, fine Debs, c'mere sit down." she replied shifting over slightly and patting the space next to her. "Martin was just telling me about some of the sights he's seen tonight."

'Martin', Debbie said to her self, her eyes narrowing, she hated him already. Debbie then looked at her friend, she actually didn't seem to mind this guy. Somewhat deflated, she sat down next to Jasmine and quietly sipped at her drink as 'Martin' prattled on some more. She didn't even bother to pay attention, she just threw the odd insincere grin his way whenever Jasmine laughed at something he said, looking over at her.

'How can she stand this guy?" she thought to herself. Her eyes darting from Jasmine, whose face incredibly seemed to be showing genuine interest to Muppet-Man-Martin, whose face showed unsurprisingly, nothing more than the desire to get into her friends knickers.

"Creep. He's so obvious, how can she not see that?" she thought, totally frustrated. Then another thought came to her, one she really didn't want to think about. 'Maybe she can. Maybe she likes it.'

She suddenly started to feel quite upset at this thought, wishing it had never popped into her head at all, and knocked back the rest of her drink, slamming the empty glass back down on the table. Both Jasmine and Martin stopped to look at her, clueless as to what was wrong. Debbie just rolled her eyes and stood up again.

"Goin' for another drink, anyone want one? No? Suit yourself." and stormed off before anyone got the chance to speak.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed and Jasmine was now sitting on her own, and had been for at least 25 of those minutes. She didn't know why Debbie had gone off like she had, but thought maybe she didn't appreciate the extra company on their girly night out together, so she'd politely asked Martin if he could leave them to it, eventually convincing him after giving him her number. She had chuckled at the thought of him ringing her only to find it was the number of a local taxi firm.

But now worry was starting to set in as she sat waiting for Debbie to come back. Her eyes cast over the throng of people, constantly shifting from person to person whenever she saw anyone closely resembling Debbie. Relief consumed her face as she finally laid eyes on the familiar sight of her friend, and looking slightly worse for wear she noticed, as she weaved her way towards Jasmine. Debbie slumped down in the now vacant seat, eyes obviously trying to locate Jasmine's new friend. Spotting this Jasmine spoke up.

"He's gone now Debs."

Debbie didn't say anything, she just took a large sip of her drink.

"Where did you get to? I was waiting ages."

"Didn't think you'd notice."

"Debbie, what's wrong? I was only talking to the guy."

"Why tho'!?" Debbie blurted out, sitting up now. "He was a dick Jasmine, did you not see the way his eyes were allll over you?!"

"He's a man." Jasmine shrugged. "Isn't that what they do?"

"Yeah well there's leerin' and there's leerin' Jasmine." Debbie replied heatedly, before sinking back into her seat.

They both sat in silence for a while, eyes once again on the people around them, completely oblivious to the tension now rife in the girls' claustrophobic booth. The music pounding so hard that they could feel it vibrating through their bodies. Their hearts attempting to keep in rhythm with the relentless beat.

They watched a group of people laughing together, much like they had been themselves only moments ago. Then eyes darted to a guy who presumably fancied himself as a Peter Stringfellow or Hugh Hefner type as he was hitting on a girl possibly half his age. He was blatantly failing miserably judging by the look on the poor girl's face. Both girls grinned at this despite themselves, not realising they were both watching the same thing. That was until both sets of eyes were distracted by another couple just behind the ailing Romeo. On the dancefloor two women were dancing together, incredibly well the two spectators thought, certainly giving the rest of the crowd a run for their money. They continued to watch as one of the two women leaned in towards her companion to say something in her ear. The other smiled at what had been said, and much to the surprise of their mini audience sat in the booth, wrapped her arms round her partner pulling her in for a kiss.

Two sets of eyebrows quickly perked upwards witnessing this and the girls shifted awkwardly, clearing their throats and diverting their gaze, but only ended up locking eyes with each other. Neither girl knowing that the other had also watched the very public show of affection on the dancefloor.

Debbie made the slightest glance at Jasmine's lips as she looked away realising they'd held their gaze for too long. But Jasmine had noticed the split second look and purely by reflex she quickly licked her bottom lip as Debbie looked away. Her mouth suddenly feeling very dry as she carefully watched the girl sitting opposite her, confused at the sight of Debbie acting uneasy. She watched as Debbie ran her thumb along the rim of her glass in long lazy circles, as though she was contemplating the meaning of life, until she finally spoke.

"I'm sorry." she said quietly, eyes still glued to the contents of her glass.

"What?" Jasmine replied, not hearing as Debbie had spoken so softly.

Debbie looked up, throwing Jasmine a look, not wanting to have to say it again, but was only met with a clueless look on the other girl's face, as she shrugged.

Looking directly at Jasmine now, her eyes intently holding the girl's gaze before repeating herself.

"...I'm sorry."

The sincere look in Debbie's eyes made Jasmine smile softly. Seeing this Debbie sat forward again, leaning on the table that divided them before continuing.

"Guys like that just piss me off that's all. Thinking it's fine to just letch over girls when it's not." she moaned, becoming more and more animated, the alcohol definitely having gone to her head by now.

Jasmine tried her best to refrain from laughing at her friends drunked rantings.

"I can take care of myself y'know Debs."

"I know. I know you can. I-I just ...I dunno, why didn't you just tell him to piss off!?"

Jasmine now mirrored Debbie, as she leant on the table before she spoke.

"I don't know, he was quite funny and seemed harmless enough to me. Thought I might even get a couple drinks out of him."

"So y'didn't actually like 'im then?"

"What? No course not!" Jasmine laughed, "Why'd you ask that?"

Debbie just shrugged, eyes once again firmly fixed on her glass, avoiding the questioning look from her friend and quickly polished off what was left in her glass.

"Wanna go?" she finally asked, totally ignoring the previous question.

"If you want to." Jasmine replied, utterly confused at what had just happened.

Debbie got to her feet, stumbling slightly which didn't go unnoticed by Jasmine.

"Just how many drinks did you have when you buggered off?" she asked, grabbing hold of Debbie trying to keep the girl upright.

"Hm, one or two..." she said holding up four fingers before looking confused at her own hand, cursing it's betrayal.

Jasmine shook her head, as they slowly made their way out to find a cab.

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Forty minutes or so later, a cab pulled up outside Tug Ghyll, Jasmine got out first before coaxing Debbie out and helping her to the front door. She stood leaning against the wall arms crossed watching the girl make several attempts to get the key into the hole.

"For fucks sake, did someone make the keyhole smaller while we were gone!?" Debbie cursed.

Jasmine watched in amusement at her friends drunken antics. She should just do it for her she supposed, as it was rather cruel of her to just stand and watch. But she was finding it far too entertaining, biting her lip to keep herself from laughing. After a few more failed attempts Jasmine took pity on her, and grabbed the key, swiftly opening the door and letting Debbie stumble through.

"You think you're better than me 'cos you read books and can open doors, but I nearly had it y'know. " she muttered.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Jasmine teased, locking up behind them. Turning around just in time to catch Debbie attempting to ascend the stairs.

"Woah, hold on. If you think you're going up those stairs by yourself you can think again."

"Are you my mother?" Debbie answered back, wiggling her finger infront of Jasmine's face, although not entirely sure which one was the real Jasmine at that current moment in time, before settling on the one in the middle.

Jasmine desperately tried not to laugh, so as not to wind up her friend.

"I can manage perfectly well thankya very much." Debbie continued, as she turned to face the stairs, tentatively taking the first step with a wobble, before grabbing the bannister and placing her hand firmly against the wall.

"Deb–"

"I'm fine!"

"Ok."

And Debbie slowly pulled herself up onto the second step. Jasmine looked up to the ceiling, wondering if they were going to be here all night. Onto the fourth step now, Jasmine standing right behind her just to be safe, as they made their steady and painfully slow progress up the stairs. Then, out of nowhere as if there'd been a sudden gust of imaginary wind, Debbie stumbled and fell forward.

"I could just sleep here tonight." she said directing her comment over her shoulder, not seeing Jasmine doubled over in silent laughter.

Jasmine eventually contained herself and steadied her voice enough to speak.

"Come on Debs, you can't stay here." she said helping the girl up to her feet. Twelve agonising minutes later, they reached the landing. Debbie ranting at Jasmine the whole way up, insisting she didn't need the girls assistance, and was only letting her help so she'd feel useful.

Eventually reaching Debbie's room, Jasmine finally relinquished her hold on Debbie, figuring she couldn't do too much damage to herself now they were upstairs.

"You gonna be ok now?"

"Course I am!" she insisted, waving her hand dismissively as she shuffled over to her bed.

"I'm actually starting to believe you now y'know." Jasmine commented.

"Hm?" Debbie grunted in confusion.

"You really being 65! Look at you shufflin' along like a grandma!"

"Oh sod off!"

Jasmine just grinned, absolutely loving this.

"Ok, just gonna get changed and grab you some water. Won't be a minute, 'k?

"Mm." Debbie just grunted again.

A few minutes later, and now changed into her night clothes, Jasmine returned to Debbie's room clutching a glass of water and a bucket she'd found under the kitchen sink, thinking it best to be safe than sorry. She sighed at the image before her.

Debbie was still fully dressed, lying flat out on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge, having completely passed out. Walking over to her, Jasmine placed the glass on her bedside table and bucket on the floor where she she thought she wouldn't trip over it as she looked at Debbie. She knelt down infront of her friend, removing her shoes before standing, gently grasping Debbie's ankles to carefully shift her around so she was now fully lying on the bed, pausing briefly when Debbie stirred. She reached over and folded the spare half of the duvet over the sleeping girl's body.

Jasmine perched on the edge of the bed watching over her for a while, noticing how peaceful she looked as she slept. Her mind suddenly wandered back to earlier that morning when she had felt Debbie wake up from their slumber together. She had held Debbie as she cried that night, held her until she had fallen asleep in her arms, exhaustion having set in. Even though she was sleeping Jasmine didn't want to leave her on her own, she had looked so vulnerable, so after a while she had manouvered them into a better position for sleeping in. But she still hadn't really managed to get any sleep that night. The proximity of the other girl made it impossible for her mind to switch off.

When Debbie had shifted in her sleep to get more comfortable, Jasmine inhaled sharply, as her friend had buried her face in the crook of Jasmine's neck and she could feel her warm steady breath against her skin, and swallowed hard. And that's how they'd stayed, Jasmine tensing every so often as Debbie would shuffle slightly against her.

In the morning when Debbie had woken up, she shut her eyes feigning sleep, although not really knowing why. She had immediately regretted it when nerves crept in as Debbie shifted her body to sit up maybe, she wasn't sure, but she felt as though she was being watched, and tried to stay as still as possible, certain that Debbie would catch her out. But she said nothing.

Instead she felt a hand brush against her face, and her heart started hammering against her chest. Surely Debbie could hear that, she had thought., not knowing how much longer she could keep this up, her breath catching when she felt a fingertip run across her lip.

Debbie moved again and Jasmine assumed she was finally getting up and relief hit her as she started to relax, but she was wrong. She suddenly felt warmth against her face, and the breath of her friend against her lips. God she was so close, she must've been all of an inch away. Jasmine couldn't believe what was happening, was Debbie really going to kiss her? Her heart was in her mouth now as she waited, time seemingly passing by in slow-motion, seconds feeling like minutes, the tension Jasmine was feeling becoming increasingly unbearable.

Then Debbie shifted again, and Jasmine felt the briefest of kisses on the tip of her nose before she felt Debbie finally lift herself up from where she lay.

Listening carefully, Jasmine waited until she knew Debbie had definitely gone, and on hearing the click of the bathroom door she opened her eyes, releasing the breath she'd been holding.

The sound of Debbie mumbling in her sleep brought Jasmine out of her thoughts and she turned to look at her friend, a smile tugging at her lips. She couldn't believe this weekend was only the second time she'd met this girl, and already she felt as though they'd known each other a lifetime. Even from the first moment they'd met they just fell into an easy and natural rapport with each other, nothing forced, everything just feeling...right.

She even believed that they could have an almighty row about something, and that already their friendship would be strong enough to take it. That they would get over it in a day or two, hours even. How many people could say that? Especially of someone they'd only known for such a short amount of time.

Debbie seemed to grumble as she slept and started to push away the duvet, shuffling about until she turned to lie on her side, facing Jasmine, despite still being completely out of it. Without a second thought, Jasmine reached out and brushed some hair out of the girls face, like she had done it a million times, and continued to watch over her friend, partly for her own peace of mind and partly because she just didn't want to leave her side. She didn't know where this sudden over protective streak had come from since meeting Debbie, but something about the girl just seemed to bring it out of her.

What was that about? If she was totally honest with herself, she would have to admit that she had wanted Debbie to kiss her that morning, but she didn't know why. Sure, Debbie was gorgeous she knew that. Anybody with a working set of eyes knew that. But this wasn't a simple case of fancying her, like she would fancy some guy. This was a whole other kettle of fish, it went way beyond that, beyond anything she'd ever felt up to now. She knew she liked Debbie as soon as they had met, feeling an instant connection with her, and remembered how much she missed the other girl since they had parted, and the elation she felt whenever they spoke on the phone. And now she was here with her, it'd felt like she had come home. How was she going to face saying goodbye again tomorrow? She was going to make a complete fool of herself she knew it. Already knowing that she didn't want to leave. Didn't want to not have Debbie around her again. Sighing she leant forward resting her head in her hands. Why can't things be straight forward?

Realising the implications of her musings, she decided she couldn't think about this now, she was far too tired from the lack of sleep the night before, and it had gone 1am already. Looking back at Debbie, her peaceful features tugged at her heart. She got up quietly and had a quick sip of the water she'd brought up for her. Glancing at something on the bedside table, a thought suddenly popped into her head, smiling she quickly made her way back downstairs, returning moments later to the side of Debbie's bed. She moved the glass to one side as she switched on the cd player she had spotted. Popping in the disc and making sure the volume was nice and low before pressing play, she looked at her dozing friend, a smile creeping on to her face once again as she replayed the memory that had momentarily invaded her thoughts.

The sight of Debbie sitting on the couch, from the night before as she nervously played with the tie of her robe. "I listen to this every night you know." she had said then, and she'd watched as she timidly bit her lip.

Jasmine bent down, placing a gentle kiss on Debbie's cheek.

"Can't have you missing your Sigur session can we?" she whispered, softly stroking her hair.

"G'night Debbie."

And with that she quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

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