Meh writing book.
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Thread Topic: Meh writing book.
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For my stories, drafts, poems, ect.
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Little Angel
Romance
[TW: Homosexual relationship, simi coarse language, reference to drugs]
She has never really planned to date anyone until she was done with college. Between all her classes, her jobs, and trying to keep up with her friends(She always failed at that, but the thought is what counts) Grace simply didn't have the time. Not to mention, so far, no one had even appealed to her interests. Not that there weren't some cute girls on campus, there were, but none fit her tastes, not up front, anyways. Grace really didn't have the time to look for anyone, either. At least, those were the excuses she told herself as she spent night after night alone, in a crappy little apartment with the TV on, eating ice cream out of a pint container. Lonely at times, she had to admit. But, her life simply didn't permit a relationship right now, not a dedicated one, which was what she wanted.
Until she met Lynn, that was. Well, maybe 'met' isn't the right word. Grace had been at work, blending complicated concoctions of coffee. In all honesty, she loved her job. Though some of the customers(And workers, for that matter) could be rude, the Little Angel Cafe was perfect. Red counters, black and white floors, and matching tables made the Little Angel one of the best-dressed coffee shops around. That wasn't all, though, the aroma of the place was simply wonderful, and not just the smell. Most of the customers were college students and elderly people(There were discounts for both) and the effect of an aged couple sipping coffee only a booth away from two Freshmen who were supposedly on a date(But actually finishing last-minute assignments) made the place kind of.. Comfy. It was always warm and cozy during the winter, cool and refreshing during the summer. Honestly, the Little Angel Cafe was one of the best places in town.
Just like any other day, Grace was working her legs to stumps, playing back-and-forth with the register, and the pick up area, making a few coffees in between. It was two hours into her shift when she had sat a mocha down for a girl to pick up, calling out the name without realizing that she had accidentally knocked the drink over, until a second too late. The contents spilled on top of a text book, a laptop, and a folder full of papers that she was sure has assignments done on them, soaking them all. Grace panicked for a moment, frozen in shock before she came to her senses, grabbing a handful of paper towels in a weak attempt to fix the mess. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," She muttered to the girl to whom the stuff belonged to, without noticing that she wasn't even facing her direction. When she did turn at the words, though, a look of sheer horror took over her face, and a hardly understandable oh my God, left her lips. Grace apologized again, trying in vain to shave the laptop. The girl, however, snatched up the folder, opening it. Her shoulders sagged as she examined the contents. "You're kidding! Oh, oh hell.." She made a noise of misery, and Grace bit her lip, frowning. "I really am sorry," She repeated, and then offered, "We can try to use a blow dryer to fix some of it, at least to the point that it can be copied. And.. And, your laptop-" The college student, who had closed her eyes and taken a few deep breaths cut her off with a shake of her head. "No. No, don't worry about it. You didn't mean to, it's okay."
"Really?"
"No."
That had been a full three months ago. They had managed to save most of the papers, and the books, tough the laptop had to be replaced. Grace paid for half of it, and reminded Lynn(The girl had told her her name after they had gotten over their less-than-fortunate meeting) every two seconds about how sorry she was. And, every two seconds, Lynn would tell her to shut up, or she was going to dump a hot cup of coffee right on her head, and she wouldn't even feel bad about it. This always managed to silent her. It took them a few weeks to actually get to know each other, and Grace learned the Lynn was bisexual, though she had never been with a boy long enough to actually get too close. She also learned that Lynn's last relationship had ended in shambles, and, after a few tear-filled nights of sleep overs, Grace learned the full story. She had dated a woman named Samantha, who had been, to put it simply, a b----. Lynn had loved her, loved her so much that she still carried a picture of her in her wallet, though it was hid behind her driver's license. Sam had been a drug addict, one of the bad ones. Of course, she hadn't known about it until she walked in on her shooting up on liquid pain killers with the girl she cheated on her with. And, Lynn hadn't known about that either, until she had walked in on them kissing in her kitchen. It had gotten to the point where Lynn didn't want to be in the house anymore, So, with her core subject out of the way, she transferred to the school the both attended now, University of Tennessee. Some of their brighter conversations lead to Grace discovering her friend's love for old movies, art, and anything with a good twenty years of age. She was a Disney fanatic, and had seen almost every single film, and threatened often to drag Grace along for the ones she hadn't yet.
Grace told her things, too. About how much she loved science, and how hard it was to keep in touch with all her friends who had scattered like birds at the sound of a bullet across the country. Expressed her desire to travel the world, most of all, to go to France, the country love was born in. Lynn laughed at the comment, and suggested that they go together. Grace said that she wouldn't go with anyone else, and that lead to their fist kiss. It was a timid little thing, a quick peck from Lynn, her trying to move away, play it off. Grace calling her out on it by kissing her back, deeper, until they were both so numb with the feeling of warmth spreading throughout their body that they almost forgot anything else existed.
It was the first kiss of many.
Maybe Grace was a little bit busy. But, maybe those essays and un-watched romcoms could wait. Lynn couldn't. -
*Trying in vain to save the laptop
*This always managed to silence her
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