Log: Shay and Bailey
Who: Bailey and Shay
When: The evening of Sunday, October 16, 2011
Where: Bailey’s room
What: A discussion about Homecoming
“Bailey, get off!” Shay laughed as Bailey pinned her to her bed and slipped her hands under Shay’s shirt. “I should’ve known this was a trap when you asked me over here to look at your math homework. ” She rolled her eyes as Bailey mumbled something in reply but her eyes hadn’t moved from her chest. Shay sighed, content to relax with Bailey for a little. Parent’s Weekend was over and things would be back to normal soon.
Eventually, Bailey looked up, a grin on her face. “We did do math, though. You plus me equals kissing.” She leaned back down, nipping at Shay’s neck. “I’m a genius.”
“Bailey,” Shay protested even though she’d already moved a hand to the back of Bailey’s neck to keep her in place. “I know you have stuff due tomorrow that’s not done because you didn’t work on anything this weekend.”
“I worked on things this weekend,” Bailey argued. She smiled against Shay’s neck. “I worked on us. And I worked on laundry. And I even worked on starting to talk to my roommate.”
“You’re impossible.” Shay slid her hand up the back of Bailey’s thigh, relishing the feeling of smooth skin beneath her palm. She turned her head to kiss Bailey properly, moving her hand out of her hair so that she could wrap her arm around Bailey’s shoulders.
"Impossible is nothing," Bailey countered. She shivered at Shay's hand against her thigh. "Come on," she teased. "Did you really come all the way over here to study?"
“Maybe I have things that I need to do to.” This time it was Shay’s gaze that slid away from Bailey’s face and to her chest. With the way Bailey’s loose shirt dropped away from her body Shay had a good few down it. “But you didn’t think about that.” She mumbled.
Looking down to see what caught Shay’s attention, Bailey smiled. “Do you have things you need to go do?” she asked, her voice lower than usual.
Shay wasn’t brave enough to do anything more forward but scoot down the bed some and then lean up to press a kiss just above the collar of Bailey’s shirt. Letting out a breath she tilted her head up to press her lips to Bailey’s neck. “I guess I’m good here.”
“Oh, well, if you guess.” Bailey pushed her hands into the bed and raised herself above Shay, just smiling at her. This was one of her favorite things in the world, she decided. Next to surfing and hanging with her dad and reading, being able to look at Shay like this was at the top of her list.
Shay pushed up onto her forearms, “As much as I’d rather... do what we were just doing. I do need to talk about something. It’s kind of... I mean it’s not really important but,” she shrugged. “Vila asked me to Homecoming. I was going to say yes,” Shay honestly didn’t think it was a big deal. They would just go as friends and that would be that. But, when she felt the way Bailey tensed above her she quickly began to reconsider. “Or not.”
Bailey cocked her head to the side. “You’re... going to Homecoming with the kid you tutor.” She straightened up a little. “And you were going to say yes without asking me if that was okay?”
“No.” Shay sat up a bit more. “I didn’t say anything until I could talk to you. I mean, he messaged me on Tuesday and I told him that I couldn’t give him an answer until next Monday. So, I said that but I didn’t give him a yes or a no.”
“But you were going to say yes,” Bailey said.
“Yes?” Shay’s voice lifted at the end in a question. “We’re just friends. Two friends can go to the dance. Plus, you didn’t ask me.”
Bailey sat back, her mouth hanging open. “I didn’t ask you? I was going to ask you. But besides the fact that I was almost a hundred percent sure you’d say no, I didn’t realize I’d have competition.” Bailey scooted back, her gaze cutting past Shay, over her shoulder.
“It’s not. He’s not.” Shay said, already missing Bailey’s warmth. “Bailey he’s my friend.”
“I’m your girlfriend,” Bailey countered.
“So...” Shay hesitated, feeling as if she was stepping into a minefield. “You... want me to say no?”
Bailey’s eyes grew wide. “Is that a serious question?” she asked, her hands clenching into fists.
“It’s not a big deal, Bailey. He’s my friend. You don’t even want to go to homecoming. You’d only ask because I’d want to go. Which is very sweet.” Shay sat up all the way. “So, now I can go because I want to and you can stay here and you wouldn’t have to pretend that you’re having a good time.”
“Don’t pretend you’re doing me a favor,” Bailey practically hissed, moving off the bed as Shay sat up. “Maybe I didn’t want to go, but I wanted to take you. Because I’m your girlfriend and that’s what you do when you’re in a relationship. You don’t go to homecoming with some stupid boy because he’s your friend.” She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling cold.
“But you don’t.” Shay ran a hand through her hair. “You think it’s pretentious and outdated and you probably don’t want to be in a dress for that long. It’s not a big deal.” She tried another tactic. “Bailey, I haven’t even said yes or no yet.”
“It doesn’t matter what I think of it. Goddammit, Shay.” Bailey hated this. Yeah, she thought homecoming was a stupid dance with stupid music and even more stupid traditions, but she was going to overlook it for Shay. And Shay didn’t get that. “It doesn’t matter if you said yes or no. You’re thinking about it. About going to homecoming with someone who isn’t me.”
“Don’t curse at me.” Shay said straightening up, suddenly more tense then she’d been moments ago. “Don’t. And don’t punish me for thinking something.”
Bailey ran her hand through her hair, turned away from Shay. “I’m not punishing you for anything. You just... you really don’t get it, do you? You really don’t get that I’m actually... actually hurt.”
Pressing her hands into her thighs Shay didn’t answer right away. She hadn’t intended for this to go so terribly and she certainly didn’t want to hurt Bailey. “You don’t want me to go with him because you want to take me?”
Bailey sighed heavily. If Shay couldn’t answer that question for herself, then Bailey didn’t know what to say her.
Frustrated Shay said, “If we can’t talk about this I’m going to say yes.” As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. “I-I just mean, that’s not what I meant.”
Bailey set her mouth in a thin line, swallowing hard. She was quiet for a moment, taking in what Shay had said. “I don’t want you to go with him because I want to take you,” she said quietly. “But if that’s what you want to do, fine. I’m just your girlfriend.” It was petty to say, yeah, but she couldn’t help it.
Now Shay felt trapped. Bailey had been right when she assumed she wouldn’t be totally comfortable going with her. “We-we can go. I’ll just tell him no. As friends. We... can we go as,” Shay sighed, “You know you’re important to me. Don’t be like that.”
“It’s hard not to ‘be like this’ when you don’t even seem to care that it would bother me that you went to homecoming with someone. Friend or not,” Bailey added before Shay could say repeat it. “Me not wanting to go to homecoming has nothing to do with anything. I would have gone. For you. To be with you.”
“I do care.” Shay said as she stood. “Of course I do. I love - that you’re my girlfriend and I want it to stay that way.” She took a step toward Bailey. “I just didn’t think this was something that would upset you. It almost feels like, and I’m not trying to blame you, but it almost feels like you don’t trust me.”
Bailey sighed, running her hand through her hair. “I do trust you.” She wasn’t lying. A part of her hesitated to say it, after Jack, but it wasn’t a lie. She trusted Shay. “It doesn’t... this isn’t about trust, Peach. It’s that. It’s the fact that you didn’t think going to a school dance with someone not me wouldn’t upset me,” she said quietly. She wasn’t angry anymore. She was just a little sad.
“It’s just a school dance.” Shay whispered taking another step closer to Bailey. “I want to go to Farmer’s Markets and the library and random places in the woods and all those other things with you.”
“It’s a school dance where everyone goes with dates,” Bailey said just as softly. “Where everyone gets really nervous and dresses really nice. And they hold hands and slow dance. And you’re someone else’s date.”
Wrapping her arms slowly around Bailey’s waist Shay rested her chin on the other girl’s shoulder. “I’m his friend date cause he’s my friend. And lots of people will probably go by themselves or with their friends. I wish we could go together. Like, together together. If we did go it would be hard for me to not want to be with you like that.”
Bailey wanted to say “we could be together like that” but she already knew the answer. Her hands covered Shay’s automatically and she relaxed back into Shay’s hold. “He knows it’s only as friends, right?” she asked, her voice still quiet.
Shay spread her fingers along Bailey’s stomach so that Bailey could lace their fingers together if she wanted. “I haven’t said anything to him yet. Well, not since Tuesday. I was already planning to make it clear but I’ll be totally sure that he understands.”
Bailey nodded wordlessly. She felt the spaces between Shay’s fingers and let her own fingers slip into them. “Good,” she said, her voice a little rough. “‘Cause I don’t want to have to beat him up, or anything.”
“If he does anything inappropriate. He won’t. But, if he does, I will totally let you be my, you know, knight in shining armor.” Shay turned her head into the crook of Bailey’s neck. Her eyes closed as she took in a slow breath. “Are we okay?”
Turning her head enough so that she could feel Shay’s forehead under her cheek, Bailey asked, “Are you still my girl?”
“I’m still yours.”
When: The evening of Sunday, October 16, 2011
Where: Bailey’s room
What: A discussion about Homecoming
“Bailey, get off!” Shay laughed as Bailey pinned her to her bed and slipped her hands under Shay’s shirt. “I should’ve known this was a trap when you asked me over here to look at your math homework. ” She rolled her eyes as Bailey mumbled something in reply but her eyes hadn’t moved from her chest. Shay sighed, content to relax with Bailey for a little. Parent’s Weekend was over and things would be back to normal soon.
Eventually, Bailey looked up, a grin on her face. “We did do math, though. You plus me equals kissing.” She leaned back down, nipping at Shay’s neck. “I’m a genius.”
“Bailey,” Shay protested even though she’d already moved a hand to the back of Bailey’s neck to keep her in place. “I know you have stuff due tomorrow that’s not done because you didn’t work on anything this weekend.”
“I worked on things this weekend,” Bailey argued. She smiled against Shay’s neck. “I worked on us. And I worked on laundry. And I even worked on starting to talk to my roommate.”
“You’re impossible.” Shay slid her hand up the back of Bailey’s thigh, relishing the feeling of smooth skin beneath her palm. She turned her head to kiss Bailey properly, moving her hand out of her hair so that she could wrap her arm around Bailey’s shoulders.
"Impossible is nothing," Bailey countered. She shivered at Shay's hand against her thigh. "Come on," she teased. "Did you really come all the way over here to study?"
“Maybe I have things that I need to do to.” This time it was Shay’s gaze that slid away from Bailey’s face and to her chest. With the way Bailey’s loose shirt dropped away from her body Shay had a good few down it. “But you didn’t think about that.” She mumbled.
Looking down to see what caught Shay’s attention, Bailey smiled. “Do you have things you need to go do?” she asked, her voice lower than usual.
Shay wasn’t brave enough to do anything more forward but scoot down the bed some and then lean up to press a kiss just above the collar of Bailey’s shirt. Letting out a breath she tilted her head up to press her lips to Bailey’s neck. “I guess I’m good here.”
“Oh, well, if you guess.” Bailey pushed her hands into the bed and raised herself above Shay, just smiling at her. This was one of her favorite things in the world, she decided. Next to surfing and hanging with her dad and reading, being able to look at Shay like this was at the top of her list.
Shay pushed up onto her forearms, “As much as I’d rather... do what we were just doing. I do need to talk about something. It’s kind of... I mean it’s not really important but,” she shrugged. “Vila asked me to Homecoming. I was going to say yes,” Shay honestly didn’t think it was a big deal. They would just go as friends and that would be that. But, when she felt the way Bailey tensed above her she quickly began to reconsider. “Or not.”
Bailey cocked her head to the side. “You’re... going to Homecoming with the kid you tutor.” She straightened up a little. “And you were going to say yes without asking me if that was okay?”
“No.” Shay sat up a bit more. “I didn’t say anything until I could talk to you. I mean, he messaged me on Tuesday and I told him that I couldn’t give him an answer until next Monday. So, I said that but I didn’t give him a yes or a no.”
“But you were going to say yes,” Bailey said.
“Yes?” Shay’s voice lifted at the end in a question. “We’re just friends. Two friends can go to the dance. Plus, you didn’t ask me.”
Bailey sat back, her mouth hanging open. “I didn’t ask you? I was going to ask you. But besides the fact that I was almost a hundred percent sure you’d say no, I didn’t realize I’d have competition.” Bailey scooted back, her gaze cutting past Shay, over her shoulder.
“It’s not. He’s not.” Shay said, already missing Bailey’s warmth. “Bailey he’s my friend.”
“I’m your girlfriend,” Bailey countered.
“So...” Shay hesitated, feeling as if she was stepping into a minefield. “You... want me to say no?”
Bailey’s eyes grew wide. “Is that a serious question?” she asked, her hands clenching into fists.
“It’s not a big deal, Bailey. He’s my friend. You don’t even want to go to homecoming. You’d only ask because I’d want to go. Which is very sweet.” Shay sat up all the way. “So, now I can go because I want to and you can stay here and you wouldn’t have to pretend that you’re having a good time.”
“Don’t pretend you’re doing me a favor,” Bailey practically hissed, moving off the bed as Shay sat up. “Maybe I didn’t want to go, but I wanted to take you. Because I’m your girlfriend and that’s what you do when you’re in a relationship. You don’t go to homecoming with some stupid boy because he’s your friend.” She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling cold.
“But you don’t.” Shay ran a hand through her hair. “You think it’s pretentious and outdated and you probably don’t want to be in a dress for that long. It’s not a big deal.” She tried another tactic. “Bailey, I haven’t even said yes or no yet.”
“It doesn’t matter what I think of it. Goddammit, Shay.” Bailey hated this. Yeah, she thought homecoming was a stupid dance with stupid music and even more stupid traditions, but she was going to overlook it for Shay. And Shay didn’t get that. “It doesn’t matter if you said yes or no. You’re thinking about it. About going to homecoming with someone who isn’t me.”
“Don’t curse at me.” Shay said straightening up, suddenly more tense then she’d been moments ago. “Don’t. And don’t punish me for thinking something.”
Bailey ran her hand through her hair, turned away from Shay. “I’m not punishing you for anything. You just... you really don’t get it, do you? You really don’t get that I’m actually... actually hurt.”
Pressing her hands into her thighs Shay didn’t answer right away. She hadn’t intended for this to go so terribly and she certainly didn’t want to hurt Bailey. “You don’t want me to go with him because you want to take me?”
Bailey sighed heavily. If Shay couldn’t answer that question for herself, then Bailey didn’t know what to say her.
Frustrated Shay said, “If we can’t talk about this I’m going to say yes.” As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. “I-I just mean, that’s not what I meant.”
Bailey set her mouth in a thin line, swallowing hard. She was quiet for a moment, taking in what Shay had said. “I don’t want you to go with him because I want to take you,” she said quietly. “But if that’s what you want to do, fine. I’m just your girlfriend.” It was petty to say, yeah, but she couldn’t help it.
Now Shay felt trapped. Bailey had been right when she assumed she wouldn’t be totally comfortable going with her. “We-we can go. I’ll just tell him no. As friends. We... can we go as,” Shay sighed, “You know you’re important to me. Don’t be like that.”
“It’s hard not to ‘be like this’ when you don’t even seem to care that it would bother me that you went to homecoming with someone. Friend or not,” Bailey added before Shay could say repeat it. “Me not wanting to go to homecoming has nothing to do with anything. I would have gone. For you. To be with you.”
“I do care.” Shay said as she stood. “Of course I do. I love - that you’re my girlfriend and I want it to stay that way.” She took a step toward Bailey. “I just didn’t think this was something that would upset you. It almost feels like, and I’m not trying to blame you, but it almost feels like you don’t trust me.”
Bailey sighed, running her hand through her hair. “I do trust you.” She wasn’t lying. A part of her hesitated to say it, after Jack, but it wasn’t a lie. She trusted Shay. “It doesn’t... this isn’t about trust, Peach. It’s that. It’s the fact that you didn’t think going to a school dance with someone not me wouldn’t upset me,” she said quietly. She wasn’t angry anymore. She was just a little sad.
“It’s just a school dance.” Shay whispered taking another step closer to Bailey. “I want to go to Farmer’s Markets and the library and random places in the woods and all those other things with you.”
“It’s a school dance where everyone goes with dates,” Bailey said just as softly. “Where everyone gets really nervous and dresses really nice. And they hold hands and slow dance. And you’re someone else’s date.”
Wrapping her arms slowly around Bailey’s waist Shay rested her chin on the other girl’s shoulder. “I’m his friend date cause he’s my friend. And lots of people will probably go by themselves or with their friends. I wish we could go together. Like, together together. If we did go it would be hard for me to not want to be with you like that.”
Bailey wanted to say “we could be together like that” but she already knew the answer. Her hands covered Shay’s automatically and she relaxed back into Shay’s hold. “He knows it’s only as friends, right?” she asked, her voice still quiet.
Shay spread her fingers along Bailey’s stomach so that Bailey could lace their fingers together if she wanted. “I haven’t said anything to him yet. Well, not since Tuesday. I was already planning to make it clear but I’ll be totally sure that he understands.”
Bailey nodded wordlessly. She felt the spaces between Shay’s fingers and let her own fingers slip into them. “Good,” she said, her voice a little rough. “‘Cause I don’t want to have to beat him up, or anything.”
“If he does anything inappropriate. He won’t. But, if he does, I will totally let you be my, you know, knight in shining armor.” Shay turned her head into the crook of Bailey’s neck. Her eyes closed as she took in a slow breath. “Are we okay?”
Turning her head enough so that she could feel Shay’s forehead under her cheek, Bailey asked, “Are you still my girl?”
“I’m still yours.”