charbroussard:
Tillie is on the verge of scowling and telling the other person to “fuck off”, but her brain registers the voice as something familiar. Its only when her vision settles that she recognizes her friend; Always there when she needed her, always beautiful. “Dia,” she sighs, dragging her name out as long as her breath could last. The corners of her mouth instinctually lift to form a smile, something she couldn’t quite help when the other girl was around. Suddenly she isn’t so anxious anymore. The quickened heartbeat she’d been trying to conceal had altogether dissipated. If Dia was here, this dance may actually be something she’d enjoy - something fun. She lifts her hands to gently cup her friend’s face, and plants a quick kiss on her right cheek. With the dim light of the setting sun surrounding them, she doesn’t notice the berry lipstick stain she’s left on Diana’s skin.
“You’re jus’ th’pers’n I was looking for!” Her voice is a few decibels too loud, but luckily for her, the music helps to conceal her shouted slurred words from onlookers. She frowns at her words suddenly, lifting her hand to cover her heart to show that what she says next is earnest. “Well, tha’s a lie - but! I’m glad to see you. I didn’t expect to see you. Y’know - at all this.” She makes a sweeping gesture towards the door that separates them from the dance. In the midst of the movement Charlotte notices her empty hands. “Oh shit.” Her head snaps to the side, eyes peering in the grassy area just next to them. She was searching for the faint glimmer of light reflected off of the silver flask, but was having no such luck. Her knees bend to lower her down. She frantically pats the spots next to her, and when she comes up empty, she starts to crawl around in pursuit of what she’d lost. In all of her panic she forgets that Diana is standing there watching her.
Dia’s eyes frantically searched Tillie’s face, watching the expression change from anger to something else that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she knew she liked it. She felt her face flush hot, as if all the blood in her body rushed to meet the spot where Tillie kissed her and she felt herself instinctively pulling away from the girl though she wished badly that she hadn’t. Her fingers moved to touch her cheek, feeling the waxy print left behind by her lipstick. She did not bother to rub it away, wearing it instead like a badge.
“Was I?” She questioned aloud, in disbelief. She hadn’t even told Tillie she was coming to the dance. Her suspicions were quickly settled with Tillie correcting herself, and a tinge of disappointment crossed her mind. “I wasn’t planning on going until yesterday. I didn’t see you in time to tell you, I figured I’d just meet you here.” She watched as Tillie went scrambling, looking for the flask she’d brought with her. Now, she was feeling a strong wave of second hand embarrassment, glad that all of the passing students were paying them no mind. She allowed this to go on for a moment, seeing the flask quite plainly from her position but wanting to give Tillie a chance before she grabbed for it. Tired of waiting, she pulled the flask from its position in the grass and dandelions, twisting open the cap and taking a sniff of what had put Tililie into her current state – rum. Without thinking, she took a hard swig and felt it made its way down her throat, cheap rum at that. “Come on, get up, you’ll get your dress all dirty,” She said, holding a ringed hand out to her friend, “it would only be a favor to all of these other girls, but we can’t have that.”














