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One time, I told my mom I was going to cheerleading practice, but I was really sneaking over to a guy’s house. She showed up at my cheerleading practice to drive me home, and I wasn’t there! I fessed up right away and she wasn’t nearly as mad as I thought she would be because I was honest and didn’t try and lie about it.
Oh, no, I could never.. I can’t have you walking around barefoot. You are so terribly kind. How about, you show me the cheap shoe store? If you have time, or you could simply point me in the right direction. I’m not much for shopping in town!
I honestly wouldn't mind it, I've done it quite a couple of times. But sure, I can bring you to the shoe store, it's only a couple of minutes. And I have all the time in the world for that.
God, what kind of a childhood did you live? One devoid of magical groundhogs and weird seasonal superstitions?
Mostly about him being wrong, although I’m sure there’s a part of me that will always be annoyed that there’s a groundhog more famous than me…
Maybe? My childhood was spent with styling my barbies and watching Disney movies. None of that... stuff.
You know, maybe being so jealous of a famous groundhog is what keeps you from being more famous than him.
Not opposed. But beaches always top it, it’s just when sand goes in places it shouldn’t be. Rich people problems.
Okay, yeah. That really are rich people problems. I don't care too much about the sand as long as I can be at the beach, seriously.
There was always a moment, a single moment in particular in every meeting between strangers where you either just clicked, or you disconnected. With Angeline, Rose was luckily feeling a click rather than a disconnection, and it had occurred the moment Angel recognized Rosemary for her flaming locks of auburn hair. It wasn’t that Rose was obsessed with her hair per say, but the girl had always been proud of it, adored it when her mother and sister brushed out the tangles for her before bed and absentmindedly stroked her curls when she was within an arms length away. “I remember! I’ve never had such a great hair cut,” Rose admitted, sincerity seeping into her tone. “Usually, hairdressers get a little carried away into their own world and forget what my request was, so I always end up with my hair looking a little askew. With you, though — you’ve got a real passion for hairdressing, Angel.” Bending down to pluck a small sunflower out of the girl’s basket, Rosemary twirled the blossom between her fingers as her eyes fought to keep up with the yellow blur of petals. The sunflowers on Lilac Lane always bloomed a little more lively than the Photoshopped flowers Rose was always seeing in magazines. With these flowers and Angel’s talent, Rose was almost certain that the company investing in this fancy photoshoot would be nothing less than pleased. “It sounds fantastic, Angel,” she smiled, moving to return the flower to the basket but deciding against it at the last moment. There was something about the way Angel’s lips pursed around the word girlfriend that made Rose feel a little unsettled. It was almost as though the other girl wasn’t too sure of where she stood with her significant other. That was a sensation Rose was all too familiar with, and she wouldn’t wish it on anyone else. ”I know you’re the one who has an eye for this stuff, but I’ve always thought that bright flowers in dark hair…” trailing off, Rose gently took off the other girl’s hat and held it in the crook of her arm. “… looked nothing short of delicately beautiful,” she concluded, tucking the small sunflower behind Angel’s hair. Reaching into the basket once more to find one that was similar in size, Rosemary sent the other girl a small smile before holding it out towards her. “For your girlfriend, so the two of you can match,” she offered, looking down at the ground. “And well, relax yes, that was the initial plan, but talking to strangers was definitely on today’s agenda as well.”
Cutting hair had always been Angel's passion, but for a long time she hadn't been sure if she could really do it. If others were as happy with it as she was. What if she caused girls to cry and mothers to frown, guys to insult her? So every time somebody complimented her, or simply smiled when looking into the mirror after she cut their hair, she was more than happy. Her heart roared in triumph and her lips couldn't hold back the wide smile on them. Making people happy with nothing but a scissor and her fingers was all she needed to be happy. Well, and Kate to that. "That's so great to hear. It always makes me happy to hear that others like how I cut their hair. I mean, that's what I'm there for after all", she replied with that same happy smile that reached from one ear to the other. Rose's hair had been particularly wonderful to cut, and she had to admit now that the sun shone down on it and the wind ran through it, it looked even better. "It still looks amazing. You should come back the next time you want it cut, I'll already be looking forward to it." Cocking her head to the side, the smile on her face only grew - if that was even possible - when the other girl examined one of the flowers she had picked. They were exceptionally beautiful out here, way prettier than in any flower shop she'd ever set a foot into. They were brighter than the sun, bigger than any other flower she'd seen, with strong petals and an even stronger sense of making others happy. Her eyebrow cocked up in surprise when Rosemary took off her head, but she let her do what she wanted to, and once she felt the flower rest on her head, she felt a sense of belonging rush through her. "Thank you. I bet it looks great." Because how could it not? She herself thought that bright flowers looked greatest in dark hair too, but she didn't want to compliment something resting on her own head too much. "Thanks", she said again, quietly this time, taking the flower from Rose's hands. "Fitting that my girlfriend has dark hair as well", Angel added, already imagining the yellow flower resting on Kate's head as well. She'd definitely take a photo of that, hang it over the bed just because she could. Maybe it could help her in the future. "I think it looks amazingly beautiful in auburn hair too, by the way. The contrast is amazing." While she said so, she picked up another small flower and held it out to Rosemary. "I'm glad you don't mind talking to me, then. I certainly enjoy it. What else is on your agenda for today?"
Definitely, but it has to be warm.
Of course it has to. Indoor whirlpool, maybe? That always does the trick for me.
Oh, you’re so kind. I could never do that, it’s okay. They just broke, out of nowhere, and they’re my most expensive pair. I’ll just go home and grab a pair or find a cheap shoe store in town.
Thank you, though. You’re so sweet.
I don't mind, really. I have a lot of shoes, these aren't my favorite ones and I don't mind walking barefoot. So, if you want to... take them. Otherwise, I know a pretty nice and cheap shoe store just around this corner.
Henny and beaches are always good, unless it’s a cold day. Then, well, fuck that.
The same thing at an inside pool can't be too bad, can it?
You know, Punxsutawney Phil? The groundhog who told us that we were only going to have six more weeks of winter, eight weeks ago?
In all fairness, I’m probably a bit more bitter than I should be about this. But still. A prediction by a famous groundhog is a prediction by a famous groundhog, you know?
Actually, no. I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, I don't think I ever heard that name at all.
So, are you mad at him for being wrong about for how long we have winter? Or because he's famous?
If God made anything better than sipping a Henny on the beach while on vacation, he kept that shit to himself.
Well, he did a lot of things that come close, but that sounds pretty good, yeah. Don't think that man kept much to himself anyway.
But you were… nevermind.
Well, okay. If you... say so?
So who do I call about Punxsutawney Phil’s end-of-winter date being very, very wrong?
About P-what?
"Oh, no.. no, no.. not this pair. Not today. Oh, god."
Wanna have mine?
As their lips moved together in seemingly perfect synchronization, Kate came upon the realization for the umpteenth time so far that Angeline was indeed her first love, and that was why her devotion towards the other woman ran its course so remarkably deep. Once her hands began moving on their own accord, fingers suddenly slipped underneath the covers to dance along one of Angeline’s thighs, relishing in being able to be this close with her, her love towards her enveloping her as her desires gradually began to make themselves become visible, boldly known and desperate for acknowledgement. Breaking their lip lock, only to drag her own kiss swollen pair downward and along Angel’s neck, she smiled inwardly. The chemistry between these two was absolutely uncontrollable, teetering on the edge of insanity as they tangled themselves up in one another between the sheets of the comfortably large bed. Breathing became frantic, as did the air in the room grow rampant with heat. Was now such a bad time to be handing herself over to her wants at the moment? Now, clearly wasn’t the right moment to muse over this situation, plus she’d already gotten so far. Bringing Angeline up only to drop her back down in this sort of engagement would be rather harsh foreplay, first hand experience in her fair share of sexual activity. Agile fingers then daintily traveled from legs they were so familiar with, their destination no where in particular, only need being the most preeminent. Skimming over a flat, creamy alabaster hued stomach, where Angeline’s tank top had rode up, Kate took advantage and went in for the kill. Sliding her hand up under the top, feeling over her rib cage and cherishing all that she deemed to be hers, she eventually returned her lips back to Angeline’s, deepening it this time and tossing out the chaste packs they had just shared a few minutes earlier.
Had there been any doubt that Angeline was fully awake before, it certainly was gone now. As Kate's hands started to roam her skin on their own accord, seemingly mapping her out before her, a delicate shudder ran through her body, filling her with comfortable warmth and the pure sense of belonging somewhere. Arriving somewhere. This was why she always come back. Why she'd never be able to leave. Because only Kate managed to make her feel like this was where she'd always belong, where she'd always find a place to be herself. Her legs were trembling slightly underneath the soft touch of her fingertips, a fully happy sigh leaving her lips as she stretched her head back, presenting as much of her pale skin to Kate's swollen lips as she could. Her own hands had started their own journey in the meantime. They slipped from the dark strands of deliciously smelling hair down her back, feeling the ripples of her spine through the fabric of her clothes. Further down they danced, until they arrived at the edge of her pants, playing with the hem in a teasing manner - slipping beneath it and down, down, down, creeping lower inch after inch, before they slid back up as if following some inaudible music that brought her fingertips up her back beneath her shirt, digging into the caramel skin whenever Kate's hands found an especially sensible spot on her body. Her back arched slightly up the mattress, pressing back against Kate's body to shrink the distance between them as their lips crashed together again, lips hungry as if to eat each other up and taste as much as they could. "You're... a perfect hangover cure", Angel mumbled between kisses, her voice husky and breathless, but laced with the amused tone of a smile.
He should change the subject; girls playing with their hair either meant they were flirting or they were about get extremely upset, and Henry highly doubted that Angeline had any romantic intentions. “Then maybe that person is only good for you at the end. If I was getting to the elderly age I might consider settling down too, but while your young? Having a serious relationship just causes heartache.” And destruction. It was funny how once he’d returned to Coeur d’Coeurs people couldn’t stop commenting on how well he was doing, how much he’d grown up. Yet he felt empty while his little girl was else where. The same went for Rosemary of course only in reverse. Her talent was being wasted on a platform stage with bright lights and a pole at the end of a short runway, a complete shame considering how much he loved to see her designs. “Hannah’s fantastic, she knows that. She’s fun, energetic, determined. Very talented. But we don’t love each other, there’s a maturity difference and I don’t think of her that often. The girl I used to love gets more into my head than my current ‘affair’ as you like to call them.” He scratched the back of his neck, his heart beating that little bit harder. He didn’t like to admit how much Rosie got under his skin. It makes him wonder if she’d still be on his mind even if she wasn’t the mother of his child. “This is the place.” He points to his left at a small bar with yellow neon lights, easy to miss if you aren’t accustomed to the area and happen to like avoiding the club that resided across the road. He signaled Angeline to enter first, a gentlemen’s tip that had been ingrained him from all of the movies he’d watched as a child, and then followed her.
"I don't think a serious relationship has to cause heartache. Only if you let it. Only if you fuck it up. Only... if you're not ready for it." Angeline put a check behind every attribute she mentioned. Maybe she didn't necessarily let her relationship go to waste, but she wasn't doing anything against it either. She was fucking it up. Big time. Without Kate knowing, but that didn't change what she did. She wasn't ready for it. Or she thought she was. Who knew? Maybe she would be ready if she just tried to be with nobody but Kate, but she was too scared to do that. So maybe that was a hint saying she wasn't ready. Or too immature to be ready. It was honestly too painful to think much more about it, and she already knew that a part of her hated Henry for making her think so much about things she had never truly thought about before. He had found a button inside of her and easily pushed it, when nobody else had ever done that before. "Oh well, as long as you don't love each other, then it's fine. Would just suck big time if she loved you and you just used her until you're ready for the big thing, you know. But that's nice. That you have... such an understanding." Angel tried to imagine it, but cocked her head to the side at the mention of the girl he loved. So there was more to the story, like she had expected. "This makes you sound an awful lot like somebody who actually is into the thought of serious relationships, but only with a certain person", she replied, a crooked smile on her lips. She looked up at the sign of the bar as he stopped. Angel couldn't remember ever being here, then again she couldn't remember most of her nights. Again he was being a weird sort of a gentleman and she gave him a nod as a thank you before diving into the familiar atmosphere of the bar. Her eyes scanned it for a nice place and she decided to go over to the other end of it to pull herself onto a chair, elbows placed on the bar counter so that she could rest her heavy head in her hands with a happy sigh.
All right… It’s been a good talk and see you around?
Yeah, sure. Avoid the bullets and call me if you ever need a badass to help you out.
Hmm… I believe you… for now.
Do anything less than badass and I might need to see your Hardcore Certificate. And Badge.
Thank you, you won't regret it.
Alright, I'll keep that in mind. But I'm 100% sure that will not happen.
