effchel ♡ 11.14.15 { late night }
The cat was out of the bag.
It was all Rachel could think about throughout the production; she was sure her voice wasn’t as strong, her motions as clean as they needed to be. This was something she was working on through her own time, not with everyone else privy to the information.
She didn’t care about the whispers that would surely unwind about her sexuality. Girls, boys, everyone was attractive in their own way. Sex was sex, and it was a mindset she’d learned from Effy early on - it didn’t matter who it was with, as long as it was good. As long as it was something you wanted, with someone you wanted.
Everyone would be expecting answers from her. Answers she didn’t really have. Answers she’d never really asked for; it never really meant anything to Effy when it was someone else, why would it when it was Rachel? And what did it mean to herself if it meant something to her just because it was Effy? Everything was confusing, swirling around her mind all the way through until the final curtain.
And, really, she should have expected Effy to be waiting in the parking lot, the windows down and a CD playing quietly while she tossed the passenger seat open. Rachel should have gone, found Brody, explained what the cruel message had meant and how it meant nothing -
but if it did mean something, maybe it was time to understand what.
“Did you even come see the show?” Rachel laughed, feeling a slight weight lift from her shoulders as she slid into the car, barely buckling her seat belt before Effy took off. “Or do you just wait by the stage door for me to appear?”