Chapter 3
Jen had enough she needed to release something out of her head which was bursting with emotion, she went to the one place that could always cure her problems, Crosby beach, but even there was tainted by the warm loving thoughts of tilly. However maybe she needs this to pull her out of the rotini trench she had burred herself in, she picked up her sketch pad and rushed off without a thought. On the long journey towards Crosby beach she felt free once again, she felt alive.
On that same day tilly was with ester, like she always is lately, it's like ester was the runner up prize, the one thing that had the slightest chance to stop her from falling apart without Jen, but who was she kidding?. Ester was fragile and lonely she needed Tilly just as much as Tilly needed her.
Jen arrived at Crosby beach and sprinted down the sand with a much needed beam. She set up her blanket with a well-positioned pencil and paper; she felt calm and relaxed a feeling that had been so distant.
Jen had an exhilarating day at Crosby beach she was like a new person. She arrived home with a spring in her step leaping up the stairs she heard laughter but didn't think much of it; she ran herself a scorching hot bath with bubbles nearly touching the sealing. She left the bathroom in a hurry, with only a small towel covering her body. She gave herself a fright bumping in to a delicate figure she looked up with anxiety, it was a shocked looking Tilly, and they both paused and stumbled finding words. Tilly was the first to speak with a breathless "I just need the bathroom" she pulled her legs from what felt like quicksand and scattered in to the bathroom leaning against the door in surprise. Jen took a second and fell to her bedroom; in there she crashed to the floor in pain and spurted in to a overflow of tears.
That day ended like every other, both girls confused distressed and in agony.
The days carried on again and again… surly this isn't it for Jen and tilly.
Maybe this was the day that Jen would put herself before Miss Gilmore and tilly would forgive and forget. It was a day like any other both girls expecting nothing rewarding or ambitions explored.
Tilly had taking up art she did not know why she always had a like of it but now it seemed a way to vent her emotions, maybe because of Jen, maybe this is a way of speaking to her without any answers, without any knock backs. She began to be in the art class room more than often before collage at dinner and after collage she always tried her best to avoid Jen. But today her luck ran out. Jen bounced in to the art room, tilly jumped looking up to the door way, they both took a deep breath, Jen knew she had to take advantage of been in this situation with tilly. But she couldn't take another no.
Jen found the courage in the pit of her stomach and walked over to Tilly. Tilly felt warmth come up behind her spine tingled with apprehension. Jen slowly placed her soft gentle fingers on to Tilly's hand witch was holding a unstable paintbrush, tilly tried to keep her cool but her hands felt week and hart was pounding. Jen took control of Tilly's hand and moved the paintbrush with love and care. They both didn't know where this was going or how it would end but they both didn't want it to stop. Tilly grasped control of her emotions and tilted her head to gaze in to Jen's eyes. They both fell in to a trans they felt each other's pain and anguish, they felt safe with one another so close. They both moved closer Tilly lifted her hand and placed it on Jen's cheek tenderly stroking the tears away with her thumb. Jen took the last inch to Tilly's sparkling lips and affectionately kissed her with passion and desire.