roryjacobson:
Yes, pretending it didn’t happen is not going to work. I can’t stop thinking about it honestly. [It took a lot for Rory to admit that, but it was true. Not only could she not stop wondering what it would have been like if it had gone further, she also couldn’t stop thinking about what it might have done to their friendship. It was awkward now, and that was something that her friendship with Indie had never been. The two girls had almost always been on the same page about everything and just … got each other. This had thrown that out the window though. Rory had no idea how Indie was feeling and from the way she had been acting towards her friend, she was sure that Indie had no idea what Rory was feeling either. Probably because Rory wasn’t even sure how she was feeling. On one hand, she had really enjoyed the kissing. Like, really enjoyed it. More than she had enjoyed anything of that nature in a long time. The way that the other girl had kissed her and how soft and perfectly in sync they had moved together … just the thought of it had her heart pumping a little faster. She had no doubt in her mind that if she had the opportunity, she would do it again. On the other hand though, this girl was her best friend, her rock, the person who was always there no matter what. If they continued with what they were doing in a relationship format … How would that affect them if it turned out not so great? Was this worth risking losing Indie in her life all together? Rory wasn’t sure that it was.] I’m scared too. I don’t want to lose you. No matter what else, I don’t want that to happen, but that … that was really good the other night. Drunk or not.
You're not going to lose me, Ror. No matter what. [She assured the other girl as she let herself think about what else Rory had said. Indie wasn't quite sure what to think about the other girl admitting that she had enjoyed the other night. Even though she could tell Rory had enjoyed it in the moment Indie had completely convinced herself that she must hate the fact that it happened now that she was sober and had time to think about it. It was almost a relief to hear that she had liked it. Because Indie had really liked it too. And she wanted it to happen again. Almost out of instinct she moved a little closer to her best friend, always craving being near her when something was bothering her, but now wanting to be near her for reasons that made her pulse quicken.] It was really good. . .[She looked down at her hands for a moment as she spoke, but then raised her head to look the other girl in the eye, finding it hard to be shy around her best friend no matter what was happening.] And I really don't think it had anything to do with the alcohol. I think it would have felt just as good without it. That's what scares me.












