Heather was sitting in front of her tv after a long day of meetings with a few execs. Naya had been gone for a week and it seemed like time couldn't move any slower. They had talked briefly but Naya was so busy working that Heather didn't want to bother her. As she flipped through the channels absentmindedly with her only thoughts consisting of Naya something caught her eye. She had stopped on the E! channel as Naya walked down the red carpet, arm and arm with James. Her heart sunk and it was as though someone had punched her, tears filled her eyes and she wasn't quite sure why. Naya was laughing and giggling and she just looked so happy that Heather couldn't bear to watch it anymore. She turned off the tv and threw the remote onto the other end of the couch startling Zach. "Sorry." She mumbled as she leaned her head back and thought about the night before Naya left.
Two Weeks AgoThey had spent the night at Naya's since it was getting late and they were both exhausted. They had fallen asleep watching Golden Girls re-runs and talking about the apartment fiasco. Naya's head wound up on Heather's shoulder in the middle of the night, her arm wrapped lightly around the taller girls waist.
When Heather woke up the next morning she didn't want to get out of bed. Something about Naya's bed was so comfortable and Heather had to admit that it smelt really good too. She hated to admit it but she had missed the smell of Naya's perfume. Smelling waffles she finally got out of bed and headed downstairs. Once she got to the kitchen Maurice ran towards her, tail wagging as she smiled and pet him. Leaning against the door from like she always had when Naya cooked so she didn't get in her way, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of the woman in front of her. Naya was standing in her sweater and a pair of short shorts. One thing she had missed about not having Naya around was waking up to her walking around in her clothes.
There she stood just like she had in so many of her memories making waffles in the sweater she had been wearing last night. "Make sure you don't get it dirty." Heather said causing Naya to laugh.
"As if." She smiled over her shoulder. "Coffee is made and waiting." Naya yawned as she put the waffles on a plate. "Sorry about the sweater, it was the closest thing to me this morning and I was feeling really lazy."
"What time is your flight?" Heather asked sitting down at the island table.
Naya looked over at the clock on the microwave. "About three hours, so I better go and get changed, do me a favour don't feel him while you're at it. He's fat enough." She said the last part looking down at her dog as she walked out of the room.
The last thing Naya had said before she left that morning was simple yet filled with so much emotion that Heather wasn't sure entirely what to make of it. "Thank you for telling me what why, just know that I really do want you to be happy with wherever life leads you."
Two Weeks Later – El NinoNaya had tried calling Heather but the other woman hadn't picked up her phone. She had really thought they had made in roads on really becoming friends again so she had no idea why Heather wasn't returning her calls. At first she had thought that she was just busy but when she returned a text from Dianna she knew the girl was avoiding her.
Her trip to L.A. had been productive so now that she was home with free time she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. So she decided the only thing to do was go out and have a good time. If Heather didn't want to talk to her for whatever reason than she would dance it all away and be done with it.
She called the only person aside from Dianna that would go to a latin club with her. Blake. Besides there was no better place to wear a little red dress and let your hair down. She had found the place on the west side of town, it was a fair size but discrete. The dance floor was in the middle of the room with the bar around the back, tables lined either side of the floor as well as upstairs.
"Really need to go down to Miami, you'd love it." Blake laughed as they walked off the dance floor and towards the bar.
"Right about now I need it."
Blake smiled as she handed Naya her a glass of red wine. "What's up with you and Heather?"
"Who said anything about Heather?"
Blake shot her a knowing look. "I was around when all that was happening before, remember."
"You're getting to be as bad as Dianna." Blake shrugged as Naya sipped on her wine and took in the crowd. "I love it in here, the atmosphere is amazing just gets your blood pumping."
"You're deflecting."
"She's not answering my calls, I don't know what's up with her. She admitted why she didn't get married did I tell you that?" Blake nodded as she drank her own wine. Finishing her wine Naya put her glass down on the bar as she took a hold of Blake's hand.
The lighting was dim so it was hard to make out faces but Naya could have sworn she saw someone that looked like Heather. She squinted and stared causing Blake to do the same. "Is that?" She trailed off as they moved a little closer but as the woman turned around Naya shook her head. "I need some serious help."
"Come on lets go upstairs and sit down my feet kill."
Naya laughed as the two friends headed upstairs to their table. "That just means you need to drink more."
As the two friends sat, drank and watched the dancers below one woman in particular caught Naya's attention. "I really need some help now I'm seeing people who dance like Heather." Blake looked towards the woman Naya was talking about, as Naya's mouth dropped open a little. "I think that might actually be Heather."
"You're crazy, I think it's all in your head. Maybe dancing wasn't the greatest idea when the woman on your mind is a dancer."
Naya nodded. "Let's go get coffee."
As they got downstairs she spotted the same woman that she had seen on the dance floor sitting at one of the side tables, holding the man's hand she had been dancing with. As she got closer her heart plummeted, she felt a warm jealously rise up in her chest as she stopped walking. Heather was sitting holding someone else's hand, someone named Taylor. She felt as though she couldn't breathe, she couldn't move, she was stuck watching the two laugh and giggle like they always had. "What…" Blake's sentence trailed off as she moved closer and saw exactly what Naya was seeing.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." There it was, the fiery side of her coming out.
"Let's get you out of here."
"This cannot be happening again." Naya fumed as Blake started to lead her out of the club past Heather's table. They accidentally bumped into the table just behind the pair causing Heather to turn around.
By the time their eyes locked Naya was nearly out the front door. "Oh shit." She let go of Taylor's hand and stood up. There was no way that wasn't Naya, she'd be able to tell it was her from a mile away because no one else could ever look that good in a red dress.
Without thinking she sprung up from the table and ran towards the door with Taylor right behind her. "Taylor look I'm sorry but I can't do this."
"But I thought…" He trailed off as Heather hailed down a taxi.
"I told you we could be friends and hang out but I'm in love with her, I have been for a really long time and I didn't want it to hurt you but I have to be honest with not only you but myself."
"What the hell is wrong with you!" She heard the angry voice behind her ask.
"Excuse me don't talk to her that way." Taylor said sternly as she stepped in front of her.
"Taylor its fine just please go back to the hotel we'll talk later I need to go after Naya."
Taylor stepped back as the cab driver honked the horn. "You're going to choose her over me, again."
"It was never a choice." He nodded as he got into the cab.
"Sure as hell didn't look like that from where we were sitting." Blake was one mad as hell friend and Heather completely understood why.
"I get it, I do but please I need to find Naya and explain myself."
"Well she went that way, go ahead and track her down but don't even think about hurting her again." Heather nodded hearing the stern 'I'm not messing around' tone Blake had just used.
Heather chased after Naya for several blocks before the other woman got into a cab, causing Heather to do the same. Halfway to Naya's rain started to fall and Heather was pretty sure that not much else could go worse.
Up ahead she can see Naya getting out of her cab and walking towards her house. She asks the driver to pull over and throws a fifty-dollar bill at him even though its nearly double what the actual fare is.
"Naya! Naya wait!" She yells as she runs across the road, rain falling down over them both as she finally manages to catch up to the brunette who is now standing on her door step.
"What could you possibly want Heather?" Naya asked as she turned around, somewhat defeated but mostly pissed off. "I get it, alright I don't need an explanation! You and you're soul mate are getting back together. That would explain why you weren't answering my calls because God knows you have a tendency to not tell me things that are of any significance in your life. So it's fine Heather go be happy with Taylor just leave me out of it." She turned around and reached her door handle only to realize that the door was locked.
"You said you were only going to be gone two weeks." It was as though the air in Heathers lungs had dissipated when her words only came out as a whisper.
"Pretty sure I was only gone for two weeks."
"You said it was only two weeks and you never came back."
Naya huffed as she turned back around to face Heather, tired of struggling to figure out which key was for her house. "I did come back or can you not see me standing here."
"Not now, then. You said it was just two weeks but you never came back, so I had to track you down in New York City but I don't love you Naya." Heather growled sarcastically the fight in her coming back to life.
"Yeah and now you have Taylor back so what does any of it matter."
Heather shook her head. "What are you talking about you're the only that ran off to L.A and had a nice little reunion with James."
"What the flying fuck are you talking about? I went to L.A. to finish my record, which I did but thank for noticing and while we're at it, thanks for calling when my first album was released and thanks for all the wonderful emails that you sent when it went platinum. Oh and being there at my release party that night, thanks for caring oh so much about me that you didn't even bother to speak to me aside from sending me an invitation to your wedding!" Even over the sound of the rain Naya could be heard halfway down the street. The mix of anger and sadness was evident in her voice.
"Yeah because you gave me so many opportunities and be real with me Naya, you went to L.A to be with James I saw it all over the tv. You two looked great together at that premier E! was really excited to report you two being back together and then you come back here and get mad at me?"
Naya had had enough. She was cold, tired and mentally exhausted, not to mention tired of having the same conversation with Heather. Finally managing to unlock her door she opened it and stepped inside. "James and I are friends, he was there for me when other people weren't and he has also supported me, I promised him months ago I'd go with him to that premiere, I'd never be so cruel to you, to turn around and start seeing him again. Maybe I was wrong, maybe I should have let you go again and not him." With that she closed her front door as she tried to keep Maurice from getting out. Once it was closed she closed her eyes, and leaned against the door as the tears fell down her cheeks instead of rain.
To be continued…