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➞ She (because I will never be HER)
➞ 28 years old ‼️ MDNI ‼️
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no no no no no its not a problem at all!!! i just kinda always assume that everyone is my age lmao. it was just a fun little observation, not a negative by any means.
like i knew you were older than me bc you call me "little one" sometimes
Living in the same apartment, yet not on the same planet. Megan lives her life in sweet ignorance while Daniela is burning with passionate fire pining for her dorky roommate. Until Daniela decides to do something about it.
— An explicit Meizini long fic. Part I. (MDNI)
content / warning(s): Alternative universe: where the girls are just... young women in the city! Nerd!Megan, a virgin and secretly a pervert with a heart of gold; Popular!Daniela, the fiery go-getter that is also secretly kinky. Service top megan, Power bottom Daniela, oblivious Megan with desperate Daniela lmao, voyeurism, vague exhibitionism, a fair bit of build up (long fic ahead), explicit and descriptive intercourse lol.
words: 5.4k (nothing explicit this time)
— ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• : Follow me (Craig David)
Daniela Avanzini had only seven days to make Megan Skiendiel fall on her knees for her.
Seven days before she would give up all intentions and move on with or without that dope. A self-imposed, arbitrary time frame to act and pull every trick under the sun, under her sleeve, under her bed, she would pull and she was going to slowly torture Megan that way.
You don’t understand. THE Daniela Avanzini always had the world at the palm of her hand and she always made sure that her palm had important, necessary or coveted players on it.
Ever since she was young she always got what she desired, always striving for it and managing to engage whatever it was that she wanted — attracting it like she was a magnet. Her charming smile melted iceberg hearts that swore would never fall for her; from school crushes to professors in college, she always managed to grab hold of their heart strings. Be it for their approval and admiration, or to get them to love her. It worked almost always, at least. One time, the guy was gay. The second time, the girl wasn’t gay. The third time, her boss was an incredibly unhappy man that refused to even talk to her — no one could’ve charmed that man unless they could read his mind and hypnotize him. Just things out of her control that she ignored, frankly. With a success rate of 90%, you wouldn’t sweat the small stuff either.
Megan, however, felt like an entirely different beast to tackle and it was such an insignificant thing… yet it felt like a blow to her ego somehow, like she was losing her touch. To others, this would feel like a waste of time, but to Daniela’s stubborn (and slightly masochistic) self it was a challenge. She was out there to prove herself, to prove to the invisible audience (god, the angels, maybe us, whoever it was) that she was a go-getter no matter what.
And the first rule of business was getting closer to Megan somehow.
DAY 1
The only thing she was missing was a bouquet of flowers, ‘cause she looked like someone’s girlfriend from the moment she walked into Megan’s workplace, finding herself a whole different world than she expected once again. What a confusing woman this one was, leaning against the Skate Shop’s counter as some stoned dude chatted her ear off about whatever it was that he said. A layer peeled beneath the geeky stereotype to reveal someone cooler than she thought.
In contrast, she felt herself become sillier by the second ‘cause there she was, surrounded by a crowd she wasn’t familiar with yet again, sticking out like a sore thumb and not just by her sheer aura and beauty. No joke, the moment she waltzed in several heads turned. The men behind the counter, the customers, the stoned dude telling a story, hell even the old head that probably owned the shop turned. This wasn’t news to Daniela, she would often relish this, but in this new environment she felt like a fish out of water and didn’t care about the gazes turning her way… except for one. Until that very last head turned to her direction and she felt a little safer. Megan, whose curious eyes transformed into confusion and, then, fondness.
Fondness that Daniela couldn’t get enough of, like she wanted more of that gaze, but she couldn’t tell if it was just friendly or…
“Hi!” Megan said, her voice piercing right through the heavy coat of silence and making everyone break their stare down. Bouncing off the counter, she walked up to Daniela with arms open as she spoke. “What are you doing here?”
Yeah, what the fuck was she doing there?
And of course Daniela returned the hug lovingly, with desperate wishes to hold on a little tighter, a little longer. Instead, she pulled away at a good, reasonable time and smiled up at Megan, watching the people move along with their day by the corner of her eyes. Was that the reason she felt her heart rest easier? Or was it the warmth Megan provided in that brief moment of contact that faded?
“Dani?” Megan laughed, head tilted, her voice piercing through the noise.
Uhm. “Oh!” Daniela shook her head and laughed along. “Sorry, I, uh… I remembered you get off work around this time.”
The subtle surprise in Megan’s face did not go unnoticed, but she listened intently and stared… hard.
Or maybe it felt hard on Daniela’s face. “I wanted to see if you’d like to hang out before we go home?” The way she asked it was shy, tentative almost — between calculated cuteness and genuine nerves mixed in her tone.
Nerves imperceptible to Megan, who simply lit up a bit and grinned wider. “Oh, I’d love to! Lemme just…” Patting around her deep pockets, she turned to see her co-workers behind the counter.
Co-workers that had been staring intently with waning smirks etched with knowledge that Daniela couldn’t quite pinpoint, but one that had her squinting in a flash of a second. They were, at best, suspicious, subtly side-eyeing the situation then each other; one bald older man busy behind the computer, the other, contrasting with spiky tuft of hair and youth, moving to and fro arranging whatever it was they sold in this place. A typical situation where something was brewing. Megan must have talked about Daniela to these people, but what did she tell them?
Back behind the counter, Megan began patting around looking for something as she spoke. “That’s Daniela, by the way. We share the apartment—Where’s my phone?”
The man who was busy behind the computer smiled a little more overtly now, addressing Daniela with just a nod and then going back to his business; the spiky haired one did the same, nodding up with a smirk to greet, before pointing Megan to her phone.
“So you–.”
The sudden voice made Daniela jump, looking at the stoned man leaning against the counter. Far from her, but facing her anyway. The jumping made Megan and people behind the counter smile and chuckle, Daniela exhaled into a brief laugh.
“You’re, like, her girlfriend?” He asked, very chill, staring at her.
Which meant Daniela couldn’t hide the faint blush creeping up on her cheeks. Lips parted to try and save face, to say something even if her heart would betray her words — but Megan’s voice piped up.
“We share an apartment, Harold,” the way in which she said that name felt like she was poking deep. A joke that was understood among the men who chuckled, but not Daniela who looked confused, whose heartbeat was racing while everyone else’s was steady, calm… light. “Get yourself a Q-tip and clean your ears,” Megan teased, getting her phone and charger in her backpack. “Besides, not every pretty girl that walks in is my girlfriend.”
Pretty girl? Daniela looked down and away, sheepishly tucking her hair behind her ear at the compliment, but also not wanting to show them that she was blushing a lot more now. Megan thought she looked pretty! And it wasn’t news, she mentioned it before but… something about now...
“Whaaat? Can’t a guy, like, ask stuff anymore?” He dramatically said while walking away.
A moment of silence, Daniela could feel her heartbeat steadying a little bit before she looked up at Megan.
“He probably doesn’t even remember you’re straight, either.”
Daniela’s heart dropped, discreetly flabbergasted. Megan bid her farewells to the people while Daniela was left there to compute a lot of things at once.
Are you fucking kidding me, Megan?
The notion that Megan believed in her heart of hearts that Daniela was straight invaded every thought on the Latina’s mind, for better or worse. Even over food, when they were munching away after a day’s work, Daniela couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not this woman hadn’t observed anything because she simply believed that she was living with a straight woman.
Okay, it’s not like Daniela didn’t look like she was the straightest person in the world. Manon described her as “walking catholic guilt” playfully, while Lara eloquently read her as “overachieving, straight girl next door who secretly has bisexual tendencies” with the keen perception of a clairvoyant, because it was entirely correct. Sophia, on the other hand, simply described Daniela as “straight bait” and that was admittedly very funny. Latino parents didn’t help, the subtle jabs and prods of her parents for her to find a good MAN and lock him into marriage with pretty children were… well, they cemented themselves in her psyche for a long time. Long enough for her to only start finding her footing living by herself, going to clubs and grinding up against pretty girls. Being the golden child (and the Avanzini’s only child) that she was, the pressure to just be straight was a lot. There was just no other way in her mind to be.
No other way than the way she was brought up…
Quietly, Daniela observed Megan wolf down her meal with a big smile — not mannerless, but rather heartily hunched over a nice meal, happy to have company to enjoy it with. Pondering in the silence of clanking forks, idle chatter all around them, and the background, distant sounds of the busy city, Daniela understood part of what really made Megan… so interesting to her. Sitting before her was the epitome of honest self expression. Raw, refined enough to be respectful of present company and not look like a total reckless slob but honest, letting the love for food speak through her and letting it strip down the decorum just for a little bit to enjoy this little piece of edible culture and history.
Free, in a way.
Slowly, Daniela’s perfect posture slowly hunched over and she, without making much of a fuss, started to slowly emulate the way Megan ate. Maybe not as eager, a lot more tentatively and slow, but stripping down the etiquette etched invisibly in her bones and muscle. Even if it was aesthetically opposed to how Daniela grew up. The Chinese geek noticed this change immediately, eyebrows raised in a bit of confusion with a soft little hum that felt like a whole question in itself. When Daniela took an uncharacteristically big bite, she looked at Megan who was staring a bit surprised. A beat, another beat. Smiles arose and soft laughter accompanied it. The usually regal and proper Latina looked like a squirrel with cheeks filled up, eyes looking bigger because of it, but that made the way they curved with fondness so much more noticeable; Megan pointed at the way she looked and found it adorable, Daniela could tell she did without needing the words. A slender finger reached over to politely brush errant leftover on Daniela’s face; a long fingernail gently scraping off a lost eyelash off Megan’s cheek.
Gestures like this didn’t cease, much less when the dessert came around. Two different plates that looked equally appetizing, and Megan didn’t wait to be told to share. After having her first bite with an approving nod, she scooped up a piece and offered it to Daniela.
“Open up,” was the soft, low-tone voice.
It always made Daniela’s heart skip a bit, even if she was responding instantly by opening her mouth without thinking it through. Maybe it was the sweetness of the gesture that made the melting bite delicious, but her smile was filled with genuine warmth.
A hard-to-ignore smile by the way Megan stared at her a little longer, her own honest smile coming together slowly, extra fondness in her eyes. “You like it?”
Nod, nod, nod. Daniela couldn’t even put it into words, but following the same logic as before… she opted to scoop up a creamy bite for Megan and offered too, channeling that energy of hers. It surprised her, but she looked elated — like if she had dog ears they would perk up and her tail would wag at it. The excitement in which she leaned over to have a bite was… adorable, heartwarming. A bite that meant more than just sharing something tasty, it meant that Daniela had noticed the woman in every which way. In its subtle way, Daniela had told Megan:
‘I cherish the way you treat me…’
A wordless connection that Daniela didn’t expect to have, shooting for words and information rather than implicit exchange. In adopting Megan’s energy, she understood her better. In the quiet giggles, the very few words exchanged and the shared meal, Daniela put a piece of the puzzle together. Yes, she forgot to share a piece of her own puzzle to the girl — maybe a crucial one —, but she felt that Megan understood her better thereafter.
The idle chatter between the two of them as they both left the place and drove back to the apartment felt a little differently, like Megan shared more and asked more of Daniela. Working at the skateshop was not just a coincidence for Megan, she actually skated a lot when she was younger, slowly getting back to that passion; Daniela worked as a hairstylist for the time being, thinking of what she really wanted to do with her life now that she graduated college.
In the rumbling, shaking car, Megan turned to Daniela and simply stared for a moment. Enough for Daniela to notice before she looked on over, smiled and asked. “What?”
Megan seemed to wake up a little and shake her head. “Nothing, I just realized I don’t know a lot about you now.”
Daniela’s eyes were straight on the road again, not being able to peel outta them but desperately wishing to. “Why don’t you ask?”
A little bit of silence, Daniela didn’t see it but Megan was pouting her lips a little in thought, looking out the window. “What do you do… besides work I mean?”
To Megan’s surprise, Daniela’s world became a little clearer in her mind.
Now sitting together in Daniela’s bed (with clothes on, we’re not there yet), this little sanctuary of hers made sense. Dance classes were both a hobby and a lifelong passion, that much Megan knew, but there was a little more. The medals spoke of great dedication to it, but none were recent. Daniela had stopped competing at one point and dedicated herself to studying the Arts. A cross necklace hung from the wall next to a picture of her family, but Daniela admitted that while she still holds her faith she doesn’t go to church as much anymore. Not after she moved out and away from her parents and the community. Now she practiced her faith in her own way, and Megan noted that she had seen Daniela say a short prayer quietly to herself before food. The little things that Megan didn’t seem to register until now; the little things that Daniela didn’t even entirely notice until Megan pointed it out.
On the bedside table was a novel that Daniela was reading, when prompted about it the woman lit up and spoke passionately about her love for fiction — something she kind of doesn’t mention for some reason. In a moment where she was about to stop herself, Megan encouraged her to keep talking about it, and so she did. A common thread was weaved, as Megan admitted to loving comics; Daniela promised to read one of her comics, Megan promised to read one of her books.
Caught up in all the conversation, Megan had forgotten that she was supposed to help a friend set up her new computer. Frantically, Megan simply told Daniela that she could go into her room, go to the bookshelf (“T-try not to knock the figurines over, I already broke them before…”) and pick whatever thing suited her eyes. Warmly, Daniela smiled and simply watched Megan book it out of the apartment, frantically sending a voice note to Yoonchae (Ah, so Yoonchae did start talking to Megan after all, Daniela thought). The moment the apartment door shut closed, Daniela could feel the difference in the air and it surprised her how many times she’s felt it before. Whenever one of them was missing, the energy would shift so.
This house was truly alive when they were both here together.
To distract herself from this feeling, she took on Megan’s offer to read a comic — now that she was open and primed for entering a new world. Walking in was like visiting a grand cathedral for the first time. Decorated with so much personality and color was the bedroom that Megan had positively made her sanctuary. Blue and Red prominent across the decor, posters that spoke of fantastic adventures that Daniela had yet to know about. Strangely orderly (one would think Megan would be the messy kind), Daniela tentatively walked in and took it all in. Observing, taking it all in, watching the figurines watch her every move as if to brace themselves for impact. Whirring away imperceptibly was Megan’s computer. The laptop propped up on the desk, the source of light that day where Daniela naughtily snuck a peek into Megan’s… alone time.
The latina was staring at it like it owed her money, just standing there (menacingly) as the wild thought across her head nearly pulled her into her curiosity. That… that would be going too far, would it? Just as they were getting closer and building further trust, Daniela was risking bulldozing through it all in the name of knowing just what she was watching. Daniela was a pervert, but she wasn’t senseless! And yet a finger of hers was already propped up, hovering over the trackpad — until a familiar ringtone blasted through the empty living room, bleeding into the room muffled. The call of sanity, Daniela morosely thought, before peeling away from that laptop to follow the ringtone’s sound right to where she had discarded her phone.
Leaving that laptop and its secrets intact… for now.
DAY 2
A smooth dance on the surface of paper, ink smearing in lines and curves that held more feeling than typed down words ever could. In the secrecy of her journal, Daniela’s pen glided with ease like it never did before; words ever flowing dripping with wisdom, possessed by the art of expression itself. Her once discarded notebook from before her venture to college now dusted off, sappy lyrics of High school love and dreams discarded in dog-eared pages to give way to fresh ink, etching a brand new interpretation of this feeling of love. A vision, a feeling, a heartbeat behind the rhythm of her pace. Scribble, scribble, scribble, it was like the world around her was meaningless, nothing but silence as the backdrop to the sound of scratching pen on paper. That’s all that would matter until she got these newfound feelings onto the page.
A world of brand new colors, vibrant and glowing, Daniela Avanzini woke up that day emanating a golden glow the moment her eyes landed on the colorful comic lying at the edge of her bedside table where her novel would be. A tacit reminder of an exciting new world awaiting her after work.
The energy off the charts from the moment both girls stepped out of their bedroom, smiling at each other like besties excited to chit-chat waking up during a sleepover. Over breakfast there was casual chatter, holding more meaning than before as the two felt they were closer. Megan admitted that she read a little bit before going to bed; Daniela excitedly shared that she couldn’t wait to continue reading the comic after she gets home from work. Big smiles over the quiet and calm of shared breakfast, the labor of the day ahead suddenly a lighter weight to carry.
Only Megan could make drudgery divine in Daniela’s eyes. A simple flash of that excited smile and whatever Daniela was doing felt easier to do, like she was happy doing it. Enough for it to feel like time slipped past her fingertips, smooth like dripping sand that could not be contained for long. Precision cuts with silver shears, snipping away at the edges of overgrown hair with experience while her mind wandered to her dearly beloved among all the chit-chat in the salon. All of those words jumbled nonsense, drifting with the invisible wind blowing like fresh breath all over the city. A once-drab gray concrete jungle that bled colorless when it rained, something Daniela was more than used to. But with this new feeling blooming in her heart it was like Megan’s colorful had bled into Daniela’s. The neon-glow of flashy videogames seeping out of the arcade to slowly crawl and paint this world anew, comic book strips vibrant with passionate details and colors coming to life to open the latina’s eyes to brand new possibilities. Hot off the press flyers with bold designs and letters inviting everyone to the hottest new spot in town — glowing to Daniela’s eyes, like it beckoned her to open her heart to undiscovered adventures —, plastered on the wall next to a daring tribute piece to a graffiti legend of the city, stretching tall and round to boldly hide the cracks of a building soon to crumble, stretching down to the sidewalk to join the living. Things Daniela had never noticed in her months, like the novelty of the city quickly left her as soon as she sank her fangs into the working routine.
What… what was this?
In the blink of an eye the world re-shaped itself somewhere different. The afternoon painted gold with the warm rays of a descending, its sizzling coat the perfect excuse for that melting ice cream trickling down her manicured nails. A brief moment of shock shook Daniela, realizing she was sitting on the fresh green under the tree. The smell of hair product replaced with nature, the gossip of the salon changing to the rustling leaves and distant chatter of park-goers, laughing and playing children wrecking havoc in the sandbox, excited dogs wagging their tails and tugging at their leashes to drag their owners along to reach the park faster, familiar strangers exchanging cordial greetings and smiles and the raw joy of a baby discovering something new — a glee that Daniela shared at that moment, but it puzzled her.
It was odd, like she was aware of everything now more than ever, letting all the newfound details take her for a spin on her once-dormant imagination, kickstarting thoughts and feelings Daniela had kind of just… never thought about.
If I didn’t lose you with all that, let me tell you that if you wondered what the fuck was goin’ on with Daniela, you weren’t alone.
Watching intently at the distracted Daniela was none other than her Manon, already having devoured a good chunk of her ice cream absentmindedly as she had observed the woman lost in the rhythm of the lives of others. It wasn’t until Daniela kind of snapped out of it that she thought to make a comment about it. “Girl, what’s up with you?” Manon asked, staring at her, before looking at Lara and leaning closer to her. “How long was she out?”
Lara, on the other hand, had been staring at Daniela over the rim of her coffee with a cheeky smile with slight hints of fondness written all over it. “That must’ve been a whole minute, girl.”
Daniela blinked a couple of times before she realized it. “I’m sorry,” she pouted a bit like a puppy. “I don’t know what’s up with me.”
“It’s okay,” Manon started. “You could’ve just told me my story wasn’t interesting, that's fine,” and of course Manon’s dramatic ass finished that off with a mock sigh and a quivering lower lip.
“No!” Daniela whined, instantly igniting laughter from both Lara and Manon. “Stop, I just—I don’t know, I just am thinking… a lot.”
“Thinking,” Manon echoed, looking at Lara trying to hold in her laughter. “She’s thinking, Lara.”
“Oh, she’s thinking alright,” Lara gave her a knowing nod.
“W-what? Guys…”
“Girl, we know what you’re thinking about,” Lara came out with it, shrugging a bit. “You can just say it.”
“What?” Poor Daniela was confused.
“Baby…” Manon said before shutting herself up with her own ice cream.
“Just say that you’re in love, girl,” Lara came out with it, now laser focused on every micro-expression on Daniela’s face.
Which didn’t fail to amuse her, considering Daniela wanted to act like she wasn’t. “N-no!”
And that brought roaring laughter all over again.
To placate the teases and the laughter, Daniela did what any normal person would do, which is to explain what was happening. From the little crush she had on her roommate, to the batshit crazy game plan she hatched for absolutely no reason to solve this crush she had. An epic tale of ego clashing with desire, a stubborn and determined woman who couldn’t look away from what made her feel curious.
Manon and Lara’s reaction? They still laughed, this time more flabbergasted than before. Daniela pouted, unsure of what to make of this tease.
“I mean,” Lara put a brief pause to the laughter, fighting back a little chuckle. “I can’t blame you, Megan is really nice.”
“Yeah, she’s very gentle, very nice to us,” Manon added and nodded, wiping the tiniest tear on the corner of her eye. Recalling the few times they’ve bumped into Megan in the wild with their friends on one of their many nights out in the town. The cordial dork who held the door open for them, treating them like they were royalty. That didn’t escape Manon and Lara, who gave each other a look about it. “I actually prefer her over the… other people you’ve liked.”
Smack right to Manon’s arm which made her dramatically fall on Daniela’s lap.
“No, but like, girl, she’s right,” Lara said, grimacing a little bit and getting a smack just for her.
Daniela tried to defend her previous conquests, defend herself, saying this was going to work in her favor but the girls did bring up good points in between their big reaction to the latina’s shenanigans.
Why on earth would she just give herself a time limit?
Why should it be so restrictive?
“Like girl, don’t both of you work?” Manon reasoned, still on Daniela’s lap before getting another smack from the pouty Daniela. Back to ragdolling.
Couldn’t it be easier to… just ask her out?
Those were all good questions to ask, ones that had Daniela opening her mouth to respond to before familiar voices trickled in from the distance. Eyes glanced over to the source of the sound, synchronized and almost cartoonish, landing on two very familiar girls. A tall lanky, geek donning a light-blue superman shirt – looking like a modern dashing hero to Daniela, but next to her was the last person she thought she would be with. Yoonchae, who was excitedly chatting with her about god knows what. Quick hurried feet already changed the energy between the trio, making for a rather exciting meeting that Daniela did her best to pretend she loved. Don’t get her wrong, she actually loved that all of ‘em got together at random (Yoonchae spotted the girls and decided to come over and say Hi while Megan simply followed along).
Usually, Lara and Manon would ask a couple of things, set up a little gossip-chat with Yoonchae and let them both go on their merry way.
… Buuuut!
Manon started first, with that sweet innocent smile that read treachery to those who could read it. Suddenly, she was rather interested in Megan, and Lara caught up to that scheme quick and aided the woman. A wingman with a sharp ear and a deviously good machination in the head. A question here, a joke there, quite a bit of laughter and good vibes all around for this impromptu outing. Soon enough Lara had popped the proper question.
“Sooo, Megan, we’re going to go clubbing this weekend,” Lara tilted her head, employing her deadly and charming trademark Lara Rajagopalan smile. Sure to melt the cold heart of anyone. “You can come with us if you want.”
“Yeah! That sounds fun,” Yoonchae enthusiastically said.
Megan seemed surprised at this, smiling and soon laughing out a reply. “Daniela told me I should probably go with her before.”
“And are you?” Lara raised an eyebrow.
Manon and Yoonchae both looked at Megan who shrinked a little with a small smile. God, Daniela thought that was too adorable.
“Yeah, I just… I’ve never been clubbing.”
“Not your scene?” Lara simply asked. “I dunno, you look like you like to have fun, from what I’ve seen of you and what Daniela told me,” Lara looked at Daniela from over her shoulder with a devious smile that lasted less than a second before looking back at Megan. “We’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”
The tall geek nodded. “I’ll go. I know Daniela won’t do me wrong, right?”
“Absolutely not,” Manon shook her head with a smile so flimsy it was about to rip open into laughter.
“I mean—,” Yoonchae stopped herself seeing the pout on Daniela’s lips. “I’m messing, she’s really reliable.”
Lara on the other hand had concealment down like she was born to be a spy. “Out of all of us, you can trust her the most… after her, you can trust me the most,” she patted Megan’s shoulder.
“Can I trust you both with fashion advice?” Megan asked, almost shy and lifting her shoulders up a bit more.
“Aww,” Lara pouted a little, looking over at Daniela. “What do you say? Both of you come over to my house and I’ll… hook you both up?”
Manon was fighting for her life, Yoonchae had no idea what the hell was going on and Daniela gave Lara the tiniest imperceptible squint in the split second the phrase registered. “You better, you owe me a dress,” Daniela said, covering up the expression on her face with a well placed jab that had Megan giggling and not noticing the odd tension between Lara and Daniela.
Deep down inside though, Daniela wanted to strangle the woman.
A little impromptu get-together that bloomed a wonderful relationship, even if Sophia was screaming, shitting, crying while babysitting her cousin for missing all the fun. A group chat with all six of the girls was made, and Megan was quickly integrated into the group (girl-friendships can be so fascinating and Daniela was very glad to have this one). But now, Megan and Daniela were back in their nest together, the day’s excitement coming down from its high to sit in a quiet, calm evening at the apartment.
Over dinner, Megan excitedly shared her opinions on the girls so far, finding them all to be so cool and so worthy of being Daniela’s friends (which sounded odd, but between stammers Megan admitted that she thought they seem like really reliable friends, which was super sweet), and over the dishes Megan spoke of her day and the shenanigans of helping Yoonchae with her computer. As it turned out, Megan felt she had gotten real close to Yoonchae – sharing a lot of the same interests, the same humor, a connection deeper than what Daniela thought Megan had with her. There she stood smiling fondly at the story. All the while, quietly, her heart thumped madly with that old bitter feeling of…
Jealousy…?
Like specks of sand settling in the bottom of the ocean after a long day of waves, sitting there in the quietness of her room Daniela realized that familiar bile tickling around her gut was none other than the treacherous jealousy itself. Vivid, fiery red, keeping her awake as she stared at the ceiling counting sheep to lull herself to sleep. Words threatening to cry out loudly for Megan to hear, a feeling that maybe the coming time at the club may fall heavier on her heart than she expected. Dropping from the high of a crush, down to the uncertainty of love, a treacherous miasma of darkness.
Late night too late to go out for a walk safely, no work to be done and all chores accomplished, no way to simply ignore what she was feeling. So, in a desperate measure, she resorted to rummaging through her bag and pulling out a beaten up notebook.
In between the lyrics that flowed out of her fingertips and danced down in ink, the realization hit Daniela that she had gambled a piece of her heart in this endeavor and now, horrifyingly, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was more invested in this than she originally thought. Heart bleeding away on page to an imaginary song she can’t compose, defiantly declaring her love and marking her territory on a girl she would give it all for. It was unmistakable reading what her heart was telling her now. The woman was in love, and slowly she was coming to terms with the scary feeling and the potential downfall.
Next door to her, just divided by a thin wall both literal and metaphorical, was Megan. Headphones on, jacked in and bobbing her head to a beat she made in the frenzy of late night feelings. An infectious rhythm that threatened to over take her body and push past her limit of exhaustion. Memory muscle and creative juices flowing for the first time in seemingly ages, an old skill revived by the feeling of her heart soaring — but for who?
The thought of her made Megan smile, made her dance in her seat harder, young blooming love in the brown coils that cascaded down her shoulder, freckles sprinkled across her face like kisses from tiny angels etched permanently on her skin. Under her very roof, she is all the world and quietly sleeping next door.
Two idiots under the same roof yearning for one another, but neither of them aware of it.
Lucky for us, those two idiots walked the red thread of fate and weren’t afraid to walk ‘till the end of it.
Hey, no shame in that, I hope it didn't come across that way. Asking for whatcha want is hard, but do it on your own two feet and chin up! Own your desire!
