Chapter 2

Caitlyn made her way out to the street. Looking both left and right, she noticed the milk truck stopped just a few houses away from hers. She began walking up to the truck, when she heard the milk women before seeing her. "Stupid piece of shit".

Caitlyn winced at the language, not used to hearing it come from another person, let alone a female. "You alright?" Caitlyn asked as she made her way to the back of the truck.

"Oh hey Miss Kiramman." Vi said as she was going through a small tool box.

"Caitlyn!"

"What?"

"Please call me Caitlyn."

"Oh right, Caitlyn" Vi said with a half smile.

"Something wrong?"

"Truck broke down again, and of course they don't send us with proper tools to do shit."

Caitlyn winced again, hoping Vi didn't notice. "Can I help?"

"Your dad have a tool box?" VI asked as she made her way to the front of the truck, lifting the hood.

"I believe so" Caitlyn said nervously, as she straightened out her skirt.

Vi turned to look at Caitlyn, noticing the nervous behavior from the kind young women. "I like your skirt."

"really?"

"Yeah, reminds me of cupcakes."

"Cupcakes?" Caitlyn asked almost offended.

"Yeah, you know those fancy cupcakes with pink frosting."

Caitlyn looked at Vi, not sure if she should take looking like a cupcake as a compliment or not. "I'll go get my dad's toolbox." She said as she walked away confused.

Caitlyn returned holding what looked like a heavy toolbox. Vi quickly ran over, taking the tools from Caitlyn and setting them next to the truck. Vi then unzipped her long sleeve dairy truck shirt, setting it in the truck. Underneath she wore a very tight fitted white T shirt with the sleeves rolled up a couple times. Vi grabbed a couple of tools, before diving under the hood.

Caitlyn watched Vi wondering how a women could look so good wearing just a simple t shirt. She wasn't overly muscular, but her arms had definition Caitlyn had never seen on another women. She began letting her eyes wonder over the women's body as she worked on the truck. Caitlyn felt desires she had never felt before as she watched Vi's arms flex when she tightened a bolt. Or the way sweat began to drip from her forehead.

"Could you hand me that wrench?"

"What?" Caitlyn asked, now feeling embarrassed and ashamed for her invasive thoughts.

"that wrench, could you hand it to me?"

"Oh sure" Caitlyn said, handing Vi the wrench, hoping she didn't notice how flushed and nervous she looked.

"So Caitlyn?" VI asked taking the wrench. "Where are you from?"

"Oh um, England."

"Well I like the accent" Vi said as she began working on the truck again.

Caitlyn nervously adjusted herself once more. "Thank you."

"What brought your family here?"

"My father, he's a surgeon. He always wanted to practice medicine here in the states. Last year we finally got the opportunity to move here."

"Do you like it here?"

Caitlyn had to take a minute to think about it. She had never been asked what her opinion was. "I miss my grandparents, and friends." She finally said.

"Yeah, but I bet you have made a lot of new friends here."

Caitlyn sighed as her shoulders slumped. "Not really".

"No?"

"I don't exactly have any friends."

Vi stopped for a second to look over at Caitlyn. "Why not?"

"I think most people my age think I'm weird."

"Well most people are assholes." Vi said as she stuck her head back under the hood.

Caitlyn laughed nervously. "Maybe I am weird."

Vi tightened the last bolt before turning back to Caitlyn. "You're not weird, you're just different from all those average idiots, and they are just jealous you actually have a personality."

Caitlyn's eyes went wide as she stared at Vi, feeling like for the first time in her life she was actually being seen. Vi then walked closer to Caitlyn. "Don't let people you don't care about define you."

"Thank you." Caitlyn whispered.

"No, thank you Caitlyn" Vi said as she cleaned up the tools. "You saved my ass. If I'm more than an hour late for my delivery's we can lose the money for that day."

"Well I'm glad I could help." Caitlyn said as she went to grab the tool box.

"No, no I'll take that. Here you take your milk, and I'll take the tool box." Vi said as she took the heavy tool box back from Caitlyn as their hands gently brushed together, sending shivers down Caitlyn's body.

They both walked back up to Caitlyn's house. Vi set the tool box down on the porch retrieving the empty bottles of milk. "Thanks again."

"Of course." Caitlyn said as she stood staring at Vi from her porch.

"By the way, I really do like your skirt. Cupcakes are my favorite." Vi then winked before turning back to walk to her truck.

Caitlyn stood stunned. Her cheeks turning pink as she thought about the compliment and what it might mean. 'Was she.. flirting? No women don't do that with other women.' Caitlyn quickly pushed the intrusive thoughts from her mind. She put away the milk, before returning to put away the tools. She then sat on her couch, trying not to think about the interaction. The way Vi's shirt fit so nicely against her body. The way the sweat dripped down the side of her face. The way her hand brushed against hers.

"Caitlyn."

Caitlyn was quickly pulled from her thoughts as she looked at her mother who was standing a few feet away.

"What are you doing?"

"Just thinking about my music lessons." Caitlyn said, lying hoping her mother couldn't tell.

"Well maybe you should be practicing then."

"Your probably right mother." Caitlyn said as she stood to go sit at the piano.

The rest of the day past in a blur of Caitlyn practicing her instruments, doing chores, and most importantly doing her best not to think about the beautiful, kind, strong milk woman.

The next morning Caitlyn woke up early as usual. Everything was on schedule only at 6:45 she very much considered not going out onto the porch, or sitting on the couch. The thought of seeing Vi again was both thrilling and terrifying. She couldn't explain her desire towards the other women, nor did she want to. She desperately tried to play it off as nothing, but as the minutes ticked by, she could no longer deny herself a small amount of happiness. 6:49, she rushed out onto the porch just in time to see the milk truck pulling up to her house. She nervously straightened her dress as she watched the beautiful woman pull milk from the back of her truck and walk towards her door. This time noticing Vi had a hand behind her back.

"If it isn't my favorite customer" Vi said as she approached Caitlyn.

"I'm sure you say that to all your customers." Caitlyn said with a shy smile.

"I assure you I do not." Vi said as she pulled her arm around from behind, holding a small pink box. "For helping me out yesterday."

"You didn't have to get me anything." Caitlyn said, her cheeks turning pink as she took the box.

"Well not everyone is very kind to seeing a woman doing a man's job, so I am grateful for your kindness."

Caitlyn looked at the box, and then back to Vi. The reality of what Vi must go through working at a man's job in this world suddenly sinking in. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For people." Caitlyn said, not sure how else to explain it.

"It's like I said yesterday, most people are assholes".

Caitlyn smiled, instead of wincing as she realized Vi too must feel like an outsider in this world that is so cruel to those that might not fit into its mold.

"Have a good Caitlyn." Vi said as she smiled and winked before returning to her milk truck.

Caitlyn opened the small pink box. Inside lay a single cupcake with pink frosting. Her heart soared as she took in the gesture. She picked up the cupcake noticing a folded up note underneath.

Caitlyn ran to her room, holding the note before opening.

Thanks for being my friend.

The note was simple but meant so much. Caitlyn held it tightly as she took a bite of the sweet cupcake.

POV Vi

Vi grew up in the lower part of town where the less fortunate lived. She shared a three-bedroom home with her adoptive father Vander, younger sister Powder (aka) Jinx, and adoptive brothers Mylo, and Clagger. Things weren't perfect, far from it in fact, but they were happy. Vi was the oldest of the four kids. She took responsibility most nights to make sure everyone was fed, had their homework done, and cleaned up before bed, as Vander worked long days in the mines. Vi hated that Vander had to work so much to provide for so many mouths that weren't even his. She did her best to help by doing odd jobs here and there. Vander would never let her get a real job though because he wanted her to have a childhood, knowing how hard it was to make it in the world as an adult. When Vi was 16 Vander got hurt on the job. Vi dropped out of school and took a job in a factory to help out, but it didn't provide enough money. Vander planned on everything being temporary, but one day when he tried to return to work early, he was involved in a vehicle accident, causing him to be bedridden for almost a year. Thankfully Vander had good contacts within in the community and was able to get Vi on at a local Dairy farm, where she worked her way into becoming a delivery driver. It wasn't her dream job, but it provided for her family, and that's all that mattered. Most people weren't happy with a woman in the position, but when they heard about Vander, they took pity on her and put up with it.

Vi enjoyed driving around delivering milk. It gave her the opportunity to get out and see new parts of her town. One day when delivering milk, she walked up to a porch to set down the milk bottles when she noticed a beautiful young woman sitting in a window looking at her. Vi first noticed that the young woman looked sad, like she was missing someone or something. When the young woman made eye contact through the window, Vi waved and gave her a wink, causing the young woman to smile. It was a smile that could melt even the coldest hearts. Vi knew from that day on, she would do whatever it took to see that smile. To her surprise each day, that same young women would be sitting in front of that window, ready to flash that beautiful smile, making her day that much better for it.

One day when Vi was walking the milk up to the porch, the young women was out ready to greet her. Vi was caught off guard but did her best not to show it. When the young woman spoke, Vi found herself mesmerized by her beautiful accent. The more the young woman spoke, the more Vi knew she wanted to continue to hear that voice. But Vi could tell she was very nervous. Probably didn't have a lot of friends, so Vi was kind and gentle. She learned her name was Caitlyn. And after a brief conversation Vi had to be careful not to laugh when the young woman froze before running back into her house. Vi found her shyness to be endearing.

The next morning Vi made her rounds as usual. When she parked her truck to take up some milk, just to find out on her return that her truck wouldn't start back up. "Shit." Vi said as she looked at the time. She quickly ran to the back of her truck, opening up her toolbox, only to see it containing a simple screwdriver, and hammer. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." Vi said as she slammed the toolbox shut. She then began rummaging through the back of her truck, hoping she could find something more substantial to work on a vehicle. That's when she heard footsteps approaching. When she peered around the back of her truck, she saw Caitlyn. At first, she was thrown off, and also still stressed about getting her truck up and running, but when she saw how good she looked in her pink poodle skirt, and white button shirt, all the stress kind of seemed to melt away. Even more so when she offered to get her own father's tools to help out.

As they began to talk, Vi found out she was from England, which she figured by the accent, but was glad Caitlyn felt comfortable enough to tell her. When she learned the poor young woman didn't have friends, it broke her heart. Vi herself always struggled with relationships outside of her family, so she knew how that must have felt. Vi always hated the way people treated those who were different. When Vi walked Caitlyn back to her front porch, she knew she needed to do something special for her, even if it was a small gesture.

That night Vi stopped at her local bakers and purchased a single pink cupcake, for a girl that secretly she wanted to learn more about.