Sorry for the delay guys, I've been pretty busy going back to school after my exam leave.
Hope you all enjoy this!
It's All About Finding Yourself - Chapter 31
It was now New Year's Eve which meant it was Dr Mitchell and Sheila's wedding day. They decided to get married in fancy hotel across town and everyone was running around the rooms they had booked for the night trying to make sure everyone was ready in time.
Beca, Chloe, Aubrey, Stacie and Emily were all getting the room that Jesse and Beca were going to be sleeping in that night. The other girls were just going to head home at the end of the night with their families.
Since Dr Mitchell and Sheila wanted the glee club to perform at the reception, the girls had taken the dresses from their invitationals performance so they could all match for the wedding. (Of course they had to buy another one for Emily.)
"First performance all together as a glee club for ya Em." Stacie smiled at the mirror as she styled the younger girl's hair for her.
"I know it's so exciting!" Emily's eyes lit up in excitement and Stacie laughed.
"Chloe I can do it myself." Stacie furrowed her brow at the mirror to catch a glimpse of the commotion on one of the beds, Chloe was trying to take Beca's ear piercings out for her but wasn't getting much success.
"I give up." Chloe threw her arms in the air and allowed Beca to do it herself, taking them all out in seconds before looking at her girlfriend with a smug grin.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" Stacie called and Sheila opened the door, flustered as she had Rachael's bridesmaid dress in her hand. "We have a problem girls. Rachael can't make it, her grandma's been rushed into hospital. I still need a bridesmaid to take her place though."
The five girls just looked at the dress. "Too tall." Aubrey commented, regarding herself.
"Too tall." Chloe echoed raising her hands.
"Sorry Sheila but your daughter's a hobbit." Stacie shrugged.
"Beca?" Sheila asked pleadingly as the said brunette got up from the bed and placed her earrings on the dressing table. Beca groaned. "Please just try it on honey, you'd save the day." Beca looked into Sheila's desperate eyes and couldn't help but give in.
"Fine." Beca took the dress from the blonde, who thanked her multiple times before leaving the room again. The brunette exhaled loudly as she looked at the dress. "Is this even gonna work? Remember the invitationals incident?"
"What happened?" Emily asked curiously.
"Beca's and Rachael's dresses didn't have their names on them so Beca tried one on which turned out to be Rachael's but she couldn't fit her boobs into it." Stacie informed with a shrug.
"Oh..." Emily added, she kept wondering why she kept asking them about past experiences because they were almost never normal events.
"Help me Chlo." Beca laid the dress down onto the bed and turned her back to the redhead to help her with the dress she was already wearing.
Chloe unzipped the dress and shimmied it down her girlfriend's body before Beca could step out of it.
"So have you got any lady crushes, Emily?" Stacie asked teasingly, leaning down to the younger girl's level.
"Uh, no actually I don't." Emily said quietly, looking down at her hands. It was a lie. Emily did have a crush and it just so happened to be the girl that was asking her such questions. Yep, Emily had a little crush on Stacie. Even though she hasn't personally known her for that long, the freshman was certainly starting to fall for the junior. Stacie was beautiful, everyone knew that but she was also smart, confident and extremely talented. Emily kind of had a talent crush on the taller brunette ever since Aubrey had shown her Stacie's dance competitions. Stacie was straight though so a stupid little crush is what it will always be. Crushes come and go so Emily was managing to deal with it.
"Wait you're gay?" Beca overheard the conversation as she was holding the front of the dress up over her chest as her girlfriend was grunting behind her, trying to zip up the dress to great difficulty.
"Uh yeah." Emily replied shyly.
"Fuck sake Chloe." Beca winced instead of answering Emily as the redhead nipped her skin accidentally with the zipper.
"I am so sorry. Bree can you help?" Chloe motioned for the blonde to come over. "Beca there's no way in hell you're a B cup."
"It depends on the bra okay?" Beca sighed in frustration with an eye roll, jumping slightly as she felt Aubrey's cold hands graze her back as the blonde tried to help the redhead zip up the dress.
"Beca big tits!" Stacie called across the room and Beca flipped her off making the taller brunette laugh as she caught a glimpse in the mirror.
"I'm going to end up flashing the entire wedding." Beca deadpanned, trying to stuff more of her breasts into the dress as Chloe and Aubrey turned her around.
"Stand still." Aubrey ordered, raising an earring she grabbed off the dresser to Beca's ear lobe.
"I wasn't even - Aubrey!" Beca screeched, her hand flying to her ear as the blonde jumped back with a cringe. With too much haste, Aubrey had accidentally stabbed the earring through the ear lobe that Beca hadn't worn an earring in in a long time. The piercing hole had started to close up an Aubrey had managed to break the skin by thrusting it in with too much force. "You bitch!" Beca took her finger away and noticed a spot of blood. "I needed it repierced, not punctured by you!"
"You didn't say anything!" Aubrey snapped back, watching the brunette push past her to the dressing table.
"That's because you grabbed me before I could even question what you were doing!"
"What the hell happened?" Stacie asked turning her head to watch Beca beside her, her eyes instantly widening as she caught a glimpse of the blood on Beca's ear and fingers. "Oh god."
"You dare Stacie, I swear to god." Beca warned but before she knew it the taller girl's legs gave way and dropped to the floor with a thud.
"Ow!" Emily cried out as the curling iron that Stacie was holding hit off her arm on its way down to the floor.
"Seriously?" Beca asked Stacie's unconscious body on the floor as she wiped the blood off her ear.
"What just happened?" Emily asked in a panicked voice, picking up the curling iron and setting it down on the dressing table.
"She's just a pussy." Beca sighed as she just stood and shook her head at her passed out best friend whilst Emily dropped to Stacie's side. "She'll come round in a minute." Beca rolled her eyes as she put the earrings in herself.
"Why are we friends with her?" Aubrey asked with a sigh, grabbing her bottle of water off of one of the beds. "Em." She grabbed her cousin's attention and tossed the bottle to her. "Give her it when she wakes up."
Stace groaned as her eyes fluttered open, looking around her in the slight panicked way she always does when she wakes up from passing out. "What happened?"
Emily opened her mouth to speak but Beca cut her off. "Pussy!"
"You fainted." Emily smiled apologetically, moving the hair that was covering parts of Stacie's face. Stacie groaned again as she pressed her hand to her face, allowing Emily to help her sit up before taking the water bottle from the younger girl.
"Guys you need to be going downstairs." Beca said. "I need to go and see if Sheila's calmed down."
Emily helped Stacie to her feet, keeping a hold of the older girl as she followed the others out of the room.
"I'll see you downstairs." Chloe pecked her girlfriend on the lips before she walked with Aubrey and Emily who were making sure Stacie was alright as Beca went off to Sheila's room. "She's going to pop out that dress." Chloe giggled as they filed into the elevator.
"Bet you'd love that." Stacie smirked, watching Emily hit the button with the hand that wasn't around the taller girl's waist, steadying her.
"See you're feeling better." Chloe playfully smacked her friend on the arm.
After the ceremony, Beca quickly went back upstairs to change into the dress she originally had on before dinner. Dr Mitchell and Sheila had made sure Beca, Jesse, Chloe, Aubrey, Emily and Stacie were all sitting at a table with each other for the meal. Beca had even managed to convince her father to make sure they had a couple of bottles of wine to share as they ate.
Sheila's maid of honour had already given her speech and it was time for Jason to give his best man speech.
He cleared his throat, giving a smile over to his son and niece before speaking into the microphone. "First of all John, I just want to say, thank you for giving me the honour of being your best man." He smiled down at the man in his seat. "I remember first meeting you when we were only teenagers, Elena brought me to meet you and your family. Well I'm pretty sure you hated the fact that I was the first guy to date your sister." Jason chuckled and made everyone else in the hall laugh along. "You eventually came out of your frightening older brother front and grew on me. You're the best brother in law I could ask for. You helped me raise Jesse." Jason's voice cracked slightly as he mentioned Jesse which instantly made him think of his late wife. "I was lost when Elena went. We all were but you were the one to help us through it. I needed to keep my job and Jesse was only eleven, you helped me so much by taking him in." Jason looked out to his son, whose eyes were glistening with tears. "Jesse, son. You've grown into a wonderful man and it's not just thanks to me but it's also a huge thanks to your uncle John. He taught you what it means to be a man. I've seen the way you interact with Aubrey and it honestly reminds me of your mom and I."
Aubrey looped her arm through Jesse's and leaned her head on his shoulder, comforting him as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I love you, son. And Beca honey, I am so proud of you. I am so proud of the young woman you're growing into. I mean you've got a girlfriend! Who would've guessed?"
Beca shook her head with a laugh as a rumble of laughter cascaded around the hall.
"You're out and your proud and I couldn't be happier for you. Finally I just want to wish John and Sheila the best for the rest of the lives together. Life's short so make sure you make the most of it. To John and Sheila!" He raised his glass and everyone else followed suit. Jason passed the microphone back to John who stood up.
"Again, I want to thank everyone for coming. There's one more person who wanted to say a few words today and that would be my daughter, Beca. Come on up, sweetheart." He smiled, motioning his hand as Beca got up from her seat making her way over to the main table.
"Uh hi." Beca said a little awkwardly into the microphone. "You know half a year ago, I would've never gotten up to speak in front of a crowd of people so I want to thank Mr McKay for helping me get over my stage fright." She pointed at the man who gave her a thumbs up. "Dad." She turned to her father. "I can't remember mom, and that did kind of tore me up a little inside growing up because I didn't think I had a female role model to look up to. I did though, I had Aunt Elena. Although, she couldn't be there when I started to become a teenager, I had you. I've always been able to tell anything that was bothering me, that was until I realised I liked girls. I was so scared dad and I didn't mean for you to find out the way you did-" Beca's voice cracked, cutting her off and Dr Mitchell stood back up, holding an arm around his daughter, using his other hand to wipe her tears. "-I can't thank Sheila enough for opening your mind a bit." Beca motioned to the blonde with a smile. "Because if I had to live a life where we couldn't speak, I would drive myself insane. I know I was reluctant about the wedding at first but now I couldn't be happier for you guys. I love you dad." Beca barely got her last words out before her father enveloped her in a tight hug, the crowd gazing on in awe at the father/daughter interaction.
After a kiss on the cheek, Beca made her way back to her seat whilst her father hoped that everyone enjoyed the meal. The short brunette couldn't help but laugh through her glassy eyes at her friends who were also wiping away stray tears.
"I hate you for making me cry." Chloe pecked Beca on the lips as she sat down.
"I need a drink." Beca laughed breathlessly, opening one of the bottles of wine, pouring herself a glass.
The reception came soon enough and everyone silenced as John and Sheila made their way to the centre of the dance floor for their first dance. Before the DJ for the night could cue the music Beca made her way onto the small stage where the DJ was situated and took one of the microphone's, Dr Mitchell furrowing his brow at his daughter.
"Sorry for interrupting Dad, I know you had a completely different song picked out for your first dance but I just had this thought. Can I sing something for you?" Beca asked hopefully.
John looked at his wife who just smiled and nodded her head enthusiastically. "Sure honey."
Beca nodded and took a seat at the piano. She had the perfect song in her mind for her dad. She ghosted her slender fingers over the keys as she closed her eyes and forgot about everything else around her.
(A/N Song used : Imagine by John Lennon)
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Beca lost herself in the song. Her and her father's song. The song her dad taught her how to play on piano. The first song that she could play successfully. The song she had some of the lyrics of tattooed on her back.
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
Beca was pulled out of her own little world at the crowd erupted into an applaud along with a few whistles (The loudest being Chloe of course.) Beca shyly got up from the piano and walked towards her dad and step mother, fondling with her fingers.
The two adults pulled the teenager in for a hug, whispering thank's into her ears and telling her how beautiful it was.
Chloe smiled widely at her girlfriend as the tiny brunette walked towards her with her trademark smirk on her face. "Are you feeling okay?" Chloe teased, pressing her hand against Beca's forehead whilst her other hand pulled the brunette close to her by the small of her back.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Beca pouted.
"You're being so sentimental about everything." Chloe giggled. "Don't worry, I love it baby."
"Hm. Gives a kiss." Beca hummed leaning closer to Chloe's face.
"Love you." Chloe hummed back, pressing her lips against Beca's. "You ready to get footloose with me?"
"In bed?" Beca suggestively turned Chloe's innocent question into a sexual innuendo.
"You wish." Chloe playfully smacked Beca on the ass before pulling away, grabbing her hand to lead her to the dance floor where the rest of the glee club where huddled.
"Okay guys, we're gonna kill this!" Jesse enthusiastically whispered. "Stacie don't kill your knee on the back flip." He turned to the leggy brunette with a serious expression.
"Don't flip me too much then." Stacie threw back.
"Okay hands in." Aubrey placed her hand in the middle of the circle and everyone piled their own on top.
"Let's do this!" They all said in unison and pulled their hands away, everyone apart from Beca and Chloe moving off to the side, as the redhead and brunette were going to start the song. They always did a show circle before every group performance now.
The music started and Beca and Chloe began dancing to the beat, earning a few cheers from the crowd at their choice of song.
(A/N Song used: Footloose)
Been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what
Oh, tell me what I got
I've got this feeling
That times are holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
The rest of the glee club came onto the floor, joining Chloe and Beca for the chorus.
Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You're burning yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oo-wee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo, come on, come on let's go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
Yeah, ooooh-oh-oh
(Cut footloose)
Yeah, ooooh-oh-oh
(Cut footloose)
Yeah, ooooh-oh-oh
(Cut footloose)
Oooooooooh
(First) You've got to turn me around
(Second) And put your feet on the ground
(Third) Now take the hold of all
I'm turning it loose footloose,
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
(Footloose) footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
(Everybody) everybody cut footloose
On the final note Jesse clasped his hands together as Stacie took a run and stepped off his hands into a backflip. Successfully landing, everyone cheered for her. Everyone stood up and applauded the glee club causing huge smiles to spread across their faces. They were definitely true performers now, every single one of them.
Stacie threw her arms around Emily with a squeal, probably out of excitement for the freshman's first performance with them all. Of course that made Emily's tender little heart leap at the contact.
Stacie pulled away from the younger girl. "Do you want a drink?" She asked over the music that the DJ had started playing as the two girls followed Aubrey, Jesse, Beca and Chloe over to the table they were sitting at.
"As in like...alcohol?" Emily asked rather warily as she sat down beside the girl, excluding themselves from the conversation about the DJ's overgrown beard that the other four teenagers were having.
"No, as in breastmilk." Stacie deadpanned. "Of course alcohol girl, it's a wedding. A party. And a party isn't a party without alcohol.
"You're seventeen." Emily reminded the older girl that she wasn't even old enough to order alcohol at the bar.
"No-" Stacie held up a finger to the fifteen year old before opening up her clutch, pulling out two cards. "-She's seventeen." Stacie slid her ID across the table to Emily.
"Anastasia Merizalde Conrad. Is that your full name?" Emily asked incredulously, checking over the date of birth. 7/31/1997. Yep, it was Stacie's.
"Sure is but I hate it so please don't say it again." Stacie replied seriously.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Here." The brunette slid the other card over and Emily picked it up to take a look. Stacie had made herself twenty three on her fake ID and Emily couldn't help but smile. She was smart but maybe she used her intelligence for the wrong things sometimes.
"You're something else." Emily shook her head with a laugh as she handed Stacie's fake ID back to the said girl. Why did Emily have to be falling for this girl? Scratch that, why did Emily have to fall for a straight girl?
"So do you want a drink?" Emily snapped out of her voice once she heard Stacie trying to grab her attention.
"Uh I don't think Aunt Rose and Uncle Colin would approve." Emily turned her head to glance at her Aunt and uncle across the hall.
"Oh my god you're such a Posen." Stacie groaned, standing up as she did so. "They're sitting away over their they'll never notice."
Before Emily could even open her mouth to protest, the older girl had left the table and made her way over to the bar. The fifteen year old turned her body around on her chair to watch Stacie at the bar. The tall brunette was leaning on the surface with her forearms as she spoke to the bartender, one leg crossed over the other as she stood. 'She could be a model' was the first thing that crossed Emily's mind. Stacie had an amazing figure, she was very curvy and had legs for days. How is she even human?
Emily continued to watch on and couldn't help but smile when Stacie spun around with two glasses in her hand, swaying her body to the music as she walked towards the table.
"Ohhhh I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!" Stacie sang along to the music, placing one of the glasses in front of Emily.
"It's a sangria." Stacie informed, slipping back into her seat.
"You're half Spanish, right?" Emily asked as she just stared at the alcohol in front of her.
"That's right. Staying true to my roots." Stacie winked as she raised her glass before taking a sip.
"Dance with me." Chloe took Beca's hand as she stood up.
"I just sat down." Beca whined, setting her cup down and standing up anyways despite her protest.
"You can't not dance when Whitney is on." Chloe said in all seriousness, turning around so she was facing her girlfriend who was fighting a smile, walking backwards as she lead the tiny brunette onto the dance floor.
"You're such a dork." Beca teased as Chloe twirled her around before pulling her close.
"You can talk." Chloe shot back with a playful glare.
"You're ten times dorkier than me girl." Beca scoffed with a smirk.
"Whatever you say, boo." Chloe cupped Beca's face with her hands and kissed her pouting lips.
"I hate you."
"You couldn't live without me." Chloe quickly fired back.
"If I say that's possibly true will you make fun of me?" Beca asked with narrowed eyes. Chloe shook her head with a giggle. "Your laugh is hilarious babe."
The song was changed to a slower one so Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca's waist and pulled her flush against her own body. Beca ran her fingers up Chloe's arms in response before looping her own arms around the said girl's neck. "I wish you could stay here tonight." Beca said, resting her forehead against Chloe's.
"Left in a room alone with you? My dad would probably let me but there's no way in hell your dad will." Chloe scoffed, searching Beca's deep blue eyes.
"Ugh why are we surrounded by cockblocks?" Beca groaned making the redhead laugh.
"Eager much?" Chloe teased.
"Can you blame me? Our sex is awesome." Beca pecked Chloe's lips softly to punctuate her statement.
"You're adorable. Anyway you're sharing a room with Jesse so there'd be no sex either way." Chloe shrugged, nuzzling into Beca's neck.
"The dude could sleep through a hurricane." Beca deadpanned.
Hours had went by and it was now nearing midnight. No matter how hard they tried, Stacie's friends could not stop her from knocking back the alcohol resulting in her being significantly drunk by this point, much to their entertainment of course.
"You know something?" Stacie slurred, the other five trying to keep straight faces. Stacie was always the best drunk word vomiter to listen to. "Beca...and Chloe...You two are like porn star lesbians."
Emily choked on her drink beside her (the younger girl had switched to soft drinks after that one sangria Stacie bought her)
"Explain." Beca chewed on her lip in amusement.
"You're both hot. That doesn't happen a lot...You're like the straight girls who play the fake ass lesbians in porn." Stacie continued and Chloe and Beca furrowed their brows with a laugh at each other.
"By the way, these are real Stacie thoughts, you just have to get her drunk enough for her to spill them." Jesse informed Emily who just nodded slowly.
"You're so weird." The fifteen year old whispered with a smile from beside the drunk girl who was too busy in her own little world to hear.
"Same applies to you freshy." Stacie turned to Emily, pointing her finger drunkenly. "You're a lesbian, you're hot which makes you a porn star."
Emily's face reddened. Not because Stacie called her a porn star, that's just weird but because she called her hot.
"No it doesn't. Stacie please don't call my little cousin a porn star." Aubrey sighed.
"You - you're blonde so that automatically makes you one too." Stacie giggled, resting her head down on the table.
Aubrey closed her eyes and pinched her thumb and forefinger together. "I am this close to losing it with her."
"Chill out, she's just being Stacie." Beca rolled her eyes at the blonde before placing her hand on Stacie's shoulder. "Ain't that right, Stace?"
"Uh huh." Stacie replied, not having a clue of what the question was.
"You're so pissed dude." Beca laughed, patting her intoxicated friend on the back.
"Guys, guys! It's eleven fifty nine!" Jesse said excitedly, getting up from his chair as he watched the second hand just tick past the thirty second mark.
As everyone gathered onto the dance floor, the six friends all huddled together, enjoying the moment before they headed into 2015.
"Ten, nine, eight..." Everyone began counting down in unison and Chloe turned to Beca, who she already had her arms wrapped around.
"Will you be my first kiss if 2015?" Chloe leaned into her ear as she spoke so she could hear over the shouting.
"Well I hope so because if it were anyone else I'd need to bitch slap them...and you for that matter." Beca smirked.
"Four, three, two, one. Happy new year!" Everyone cheered.
Beca pulled Chloe by the waist and captured her lip between hers and since it was their first kiss of 2015 Beca wanted to make it worthwhile as she added a little tongue into the mix.
"Happy new year, beautiful." Jesse smiled down at Aubrey, running his hand down her back before leaning down to kiss her.
"2015 will be our year baby." Chloe said a little breathlessly as she broke the kiss.
"Mm I love you." Beca hummed, giving Chloe a bear hug, shifting their weight from side to side. "You're so cliché though." Beca chuckled in her ear.
"I don't have a new years kiss!" Stacie began to randomly freak out making both Beca and Chloe and Jesse and Aubrey detach. "Holy shit! Somebody kiss me!" Chloe let go of Beca and stepped towards the taller brunette, cupping her face before kissing her much to everyone's surprise.
"Chlo are you drunk too?" Jesse asked with a chuckle once the redhead detached from Stacie.
Chloe just laughed before slipping her arm back around her girlfriend's waist.
"I'm not even gonna ask." Beca shook her head with a smile at her girlfriend who just shrugged.
"Beca..." Stacie slurred, reminding everyone of how drunk she is.
"Mhm?"
"You are one lucky ass bitch because I swear to god I nearly orgasmed from your girlfriend kissing me."
"Dude!" Beca exclaimed.
"I need to pee." The tall leggy brunette announced, kicking off her heels before picking them up off the ground, almost toppling over in the process.
"Em can you go with her? make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." Aubrey asked, watching the brunette in concern as the said girl staggered in attempt to walk.
"What could possibly go wrong in the bathroom?" Emily asked with a groan. Drunk Stacie was funny but it was like taking care of a toddler.
"She's Stacie. EVERYTHING can go wrong." Beca informed. "Now run along child, you've been talking to her all night so she's your responsibility." Beca laughed, turning Emily in the right direction.
Emily rolled her eyes as she walked away from the older teenagers, following Stacie in the bathroom. "Stacie I've been sent to make sure you won't kill yourself." The fifteen year old announced as she entered the restroom, looking at her hair and makeup in the mirror as Stacie must've been in the only occupied stall.
"Emilyyy!" The older girl sang. Even if it was in a drunken state, Emily still liked it when Stacie said her name.
The younger girl just laughed, looking around the room aimlessly, crossing her arms as she waited on the other teenager. With a flush of the toilet, Stacie stumbled out of the stall and managed to wash her hands without much drunken error.
"Tell me Emily..." Stacie spoke slow, still dragging her words out due to the alcohol. She walked up to Emily who was leaning against the sinks, standing so close to her face that the younger girl's nose had filled with the stench of alcohol. "You're gay. Have you ever...have you kissed another girl?" Stacie asked randomly and Emily gulped, her hands sweating slightly.
Emily shook her head quickly. She was uncomfortable with these questions from everyone never mind her crush. Stupid crush. Stupid Stacie.
Stacie took one of Emily's hands in hers, sending butterflies coursing around the younger girl's body. "Surely you want to though." Stacie's drunkenly smile was actually pretty hot and that seriously wasn't helping Emily's case.
"Well...yeah because I'm gay but I'm waiting-" Emily was cut off by sparks flying in her head as without warning, Stacie pressed her lips against her own. Stacie pulled Emily in close with her free hand.
The older girl ran her tongue across the seam of Emily's lips and that's when she tasted the alcohol from Stacie and everything hit her like a ton of bricks making the butterflies instantly disappear as she forcefully pushed the seventeen year old off her.
"You're drunk, this isn't real." Emily pressed her fingers to her temples and shook her head. Yes she just kissed Stacie but this isn't how she imagined things. Stacie kissed her because she's drunk off her face not because she's not straight. Emotions were running ten to the dozen for Emily in that moment. "I need to go." Emily brushed past Stacie with a mumble and not a word after that.
"Hey where you going?" Stacie called after her, still very much drunk and still very much confused.
oooo drama! Stemily though!
any favourite parts?
Oh by the way guys, I'm going to try and finish this story up before it hits 40 chapters. If you guys want a sequel though let me know of you would be willing to stick around with these weirdos through their senior year. The year of learning to say goodbye to the ones you love as you set out to chase your dreams. At least things wouldn't be as dragged out since I'm not having to develop characters again. Tell me what you guys think :)