A/N I just realized this is the fourteenth chapter. When did that happen? I hope you guys have liked all fourteen.
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"Do you want to come over after school?" Remy froze. Her pencil in the middle of making a four.
"Like just come over and hang out?" It was the third time Allison had brought up her coming over, just casually. Like it was not a big deal.
"I.. I want to tell my parents." She should be happy at those words. Happily agreeing, and encouraging her along. But she was.., terrified. She wanted Allison's parents to like her. If they didn't.. She didn't want to think about that.
"I kind of want you to be there..." Allison was still staring down at her notebook. Where she was tracing the capital C of her last name. "It'll be easier to say, this is my girlfriend Remy then, I have a girlfriend... Okay, no it won't. I just, I really, really want you to be there when I tell them. You're just, people have trouble not liking you, and I want them to see.. That I love you, that, that, you love me..., and-"
Remy reached across the table and touched Allison's jaw gently stopping her rambling. She was still tracing the C.
"Of course I'll come." Allison looked up at her with those big blue eyes, they were glistening, and she couldn't help but wondering if during her rambling they had started to tear up. "I'll be there." Allison pressed her cheek into Remy's hand, nuzzling it almost like a cat. Remy could see her chasing the upset away. It didn't seem to be working. "Hey. I love you."
Allison turned her smiling face back to her. She kissed the wrist within easy reach of her lips.
It was daunting. Telling Allison's parents. That she wasn't as straight as they thought she was, and that the new-ish friend that had been showing up in her dinner table stories, was in fact her girlfriend. But it also had a thrilling excitement to it.
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They, Allison, had decided were going to go over for dinner. Since her father didn't get home until five, and she didn't want to have to go through it twice. She just wanted to introduce Remy once, as her girlfriend. So they couldn't exactly go over after school, and pretend they were just friends until her dad got home. She had called and told her mom that she was having a friend over for dinner. But had specified. She didn't just want to show up with a guest. That wouldn't give the best first impression.
Things just seemed so complicated.
"Are you nervous?" Remy asked, catching Allison around the waist on her second trip from one side of the room to the other. She actually thought it was really cute how she had pointed out her nervous pacing, and now was doing the same thing.
She pulled the blonde between her knees. Still seated on her bed. Burying her face in the back of Allison's shirt. Immersing herself in the scent of her girlfriend. She had to admit that she was slowly becoming more and more nervous as it was getting closer to five. Allison's smell had this effect on her though. It calmed her nerves. Although occasionally had the opposite effect on other parts of her.
"Is it that obvious?" Allison asked, turning in the tight embrace. Remy leaned back, looking up into her girlfriend's eyes. Before leaning forward and kissing her on the stomach.
"Mm. We have like an hour before we have to go over there... Do you know what relieves stress?" Allison let out a small giggle at the obvious suggestion, muffled against her belly. Remy gave her another small kiss. Right over the naval. Making a shiver travel down Allison's spine.
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What if they hate me. What if they say we can't see each other any more. What if they.. What if..
Remy shook out the whirring what ifs in her head. The reality of it had descended on her. It was suddenly a very real possibility that they could react very badly to this. She glanced down at her and Allison's hands. Fingers intertwined.
They were walking up the stairs to her porch. Usually she said goodbye at the corner.
Allison slipped her key into the lock on the door, and opened it. Never releasing Remy's hand from her grip. It actually tightened when they entered.
Allison's house was average sized. Big compared to House's, and Remy's last couple house's with her father. A vacuum could be heard somewhere in the house. A boy, most likey Allison's brother, was sitting on the couch a couple feet away. Gameboy in hand.
"Jason? Is dad home yet?" Allison asked the kid. Kicking off her flats to a corner of the mat. Remy was suddenly very conscious of Allison's hand in hers. Which was now pulling her to the couch. She stumbled, unsure if she should take off her shoes.
"Jason." She waved a hand in front of the kid's face. He was probably.., eleven. He looked up lazily from the game, pausing it.
"What?" He looked annoyed, and Remy noted a bit like Allison, the round face and little button nose. Mousy blonde hair in a mop on the top of his head.
"Is dad home?" Allison asked again. Shutting his game, just to annoy him.
"Yes. He just got home." He turned his attention to Remy hovering behind his sister. "Who's this?"
"My girlfriend." Allison deadpanned. The annoyed look on Jason's face turned into an amused one.
"Seriously." He replied with a snigger.
"Remy let me show you my room." Remy just caught a glance of Allison's annoyed expression, and let herself be lead to the stairs. Glancing back to Jason on the couch, who had taken back up playing his game. He looked over the edge of it, and caught the strange brunette's eyes.
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"My mom'll call us down there when dinner's ready." Allison let out a long breath, falling onto her bed. Leaving Remy standing in her doorway. Unable to resist thinking about when she showed Allison her room.
The blonde sat on her bed. Remy noted looking a bit slumped in the shoulder. Resting her forehead on the heels of her palms. Remy made her way around the bed. Sitting down and wrapping an arm around Allison's shoulders.
"Are you alright?" She asked against her girlfriend's ear.
"No." The blonde replied. "My dad will be just like Jason. He won't believe me, and my mom will just totally freak out." Throughout this statement Allison had turned her head, and buried herself in Remy's chest. So in the end it became muffled, and barely understandable.
"It'll be okay." Remy reassured. Rubbing the petite blonde's back in slow circles.
"I know. I know it will be in the end. I just want it to be over with, I just want it to be the end where it will be okay." She paused, pulling back from Remy's grip to look her girlfriend in the eyes. "It's just. I never really thought about being with you being that different. Well, yeah it's different. It's different because I've never felt like this before. It's different because you're.. Special. But I never thought of it being different because you're a girl.." She paused again. Looking from Remy's bright blue eyes to her comforter, picking at a string.
"I never thought of it as different, because... This means I'm not straight right? I mean I don't know what I necessarily am.. If I still like, guys, because I know, I've never felt like this about any one. I'm pretty sure this is the longest I've ever seen you be quiet." Allison looked back up from her violation of the comforter to Remy, who had this kind of strange look on her face.
"What?" Allison asked. Reaching up to touch Remy's cheek, attempting to get a reaction from her.
"Just, you're so. I don't know how to respond to that. So, I'm going to do this instead." She kissed the blonde. With a slow, steady intensity.
"Allison, dinner's about- What is going on in here?"
Allison jumped up backing up until her back was almost to the wall. Remy was still on the bed. Wishing that she could sink into the comforter Allison had pushed her down onto.
The older blonde that stood in the doorway. Was looking back and forth between the two. Attempting to get some kind of grip on the situation. This was the friend that Allison was having over for dinner. The female friend, and they had just been. She had walked in on them. They had been for lack of better explanation, making out. She managed to regain her voice, and demanded again.
"What is going on here." This time in a more measured voice. Without any conviction, or anger. Just a bit of disbelief, and almost nothing but shock.
"Mom... This is Remy, my girlfriend." Remy had to admit, she was impressed by how confidently Allison had answered. She on the other hand was terrified. This was probably the last way she wanted to meet Allison's mom. At least they had been clothed. She prayed that she hadn't seen her hand up Allison's shirt.
"Girlfriend?" The shock had ebbed away into nothing but disbelief.
"Girlfriend." Allison repeated.
"How long.. When did you.. What.. Allison can I talk to you a moment? Alone." The blonde pointedly looked to Remy. Who felt a small flare of indignity. She knew just how to finish every one of those statements.
"Remy can hear anything you have to talk to me about." Remy again was impressed by the way Allison answered. Although she would rather just have her do what her mother told her, it would make things so much easier. Remy had already screwed things up.
"Allison." Mrs. Cameron warned. That mother voice coming into her tone. Allison gave in only at a pleading look from Remy, and followed her mother out of the door. Throwing Remy an apologetic look as she did so. The brunette sat on Allison's bed rather awkwardly, and waited for them to return.
"Allison. What's going on?" The blonde's mother, Catherine, asked. All previous emotions gone, only to leave real curiosity, and concern for her daughter.
"Well. I have a girlfriend, and you just met her. Rather awkwardly.." Allison looked down at her sock covered feet.
"Honey, when did this, start?" Catherine reached out and touched her daughter's shoulder. Feeling a small pang of guilt when she pulled away.
"Almost two months ago." It actually shocked her that it had been that long. It had all happened so fast.
"Two months? You've been with this girl two months, or you've... liked girls for two months?" Allison really wished that this had gone how she had planned. It would be so much easier, and less awkward.
"We've been together two months.. I, I liked her, before that, but that's, that's it." Allison started playing with the buttons of her cardigan. Suddenly very self-conscious about her uncertainty.
"Honey, why didn't you tell me." That made it ten times worse, because the way her mother said it. Like she really wished she could have been there for her daughter. Like she didn't mind one bit that her daughter was dating a girl. The whole making out on her bed thing. She wasn't to pleased with that though.
"Well, things moved kind of fast, and I couldn't think of the right way to tell you, or the right time. I was going to, tonight." She let out a small nervous laugh. Feeling herself being pulled into a loose hug by her mother. Allison decided it was best not to tell her mother the whole story about Remy's home problems.
"Well, let's go downstairs eat dinner. I'll pretend I didn't see that, and you can tell me and your dad like you were going to. Then we can meet Remy."
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Remy could hear every word exchanged, from her place. Lying flat on her back staring at the ceiling of Allison's room. Allison's mom seemed like a nice lady. She did raise Allison.
"We're going to go eat some spaghetti." The mattress moved under Allison's weight as she climbed onto it. Crawling over to look down at Remy. Smiling. That was a good sign.
"How did it go?" Remy asked, not moving to get up. She had heard every word, but that didn't make her any less apprehensive.
"It went... Fine. She says she's going to pretend she doesn't know so that I we can tell her and my dad like we were going to." Allison flashed another smile. "She's going to pretend she didn't see us making out."
"Like we were going to? Like you were going to. I'm pretty sure when you explained it I was a mute." Allison gave her a small swat.
"Let's go eat." She commanded, pulling Remy towards the door.
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"I think your parents love me." Remy claimed cockily.
"I think they might." Allison replied. Wrapping her arms tighter around the arm she was hugging. Cuddling further into Remy's warm side.
They were sitting on the swing on Allison's porch. It was definitely too cold to be outside, but Jason had been pestering them after dinner. So they had found salvation on the cold porch swing. With Allison's blanket wrapped around them.
"Your brother does too." Remy stated. The smell of Allison, was surrounding her, with the blanket, and of course the source. It was kind of overwhelming. In a wonderful way.
"No, he's just amazed that you could beat the level on his game he's been stuck on forever. He'll lose interest in a little while." Allison rested her head on the brunette's shoulder. Letting her tiredness drag at her eyelids.
"You love me too." Remy leaned leaned her temple against the blonde head on her shoulder.
"Mhmm." The blonde replied. It was warm under the blanket with Remy. Comfortable cuddled up to her. With the brunette's arm wrapped around her waist. She was starting to slip off to sleep. Nice, happy, and content.
A/N I was tempted to stir up drama with Allison's parents.. But I couldn't make parents on both sides, unlikeable. That's just not fair. So tell me, did you like it? Do you hate it? Tell me, by pressing that button there. At the bottom.