Common thoughts
Title: Common thoughts
Author: greendragon06
Pairing: Abby/Stacy
Words: 1,436
Written for midnightwriting, who requested Abby with Stacy, post-college if possible (which i sort of cheated on), with no mention of recent boyfriends and mention of being chronic health problem buddies
A/N: This is my first piece of bsc fanfiction that I have ever written, so any comments would be helpful so I know how to make it better next time.
She often would look back on when they really got to know each other, in those years of college, at NYU. She had transferred to NYU after having a horrible freshman year at Quinnipiac University. Hamden, although close to New Haven, one of the bigger cities in Connecticut, was not close enough to a real city like that of Boston- or New York City, the city of cities, at least in her mind. The difference between a mere 5,000 students to the 20,000 at NYU was refreshing, and by a few weeks into the second semester, Abby knew she had to get the best grades she could so she could transfer to NYU.
The day she got to NYU, she knew that things were going to be better, from the moment that she walked into the dorms. She had walked into her dorms and the first person she sees, across from her room, is Stacy. Stacy, who she hasn’t talked with since 9th grade, but always, out of all the other members of the club, had wished she stayed in contact with. Stacy was stunning as always and fit in perfectly here. Stacy waved her over enthusiastically and she was amazed that Stacy could still remember her.
“Abby! I didn’t know you were going to NYU, it’s been so long- how’s life been treating you, no recent asthma emergencies I hope.” She had laughed as she said the last part, as if nothing had changed, that the past 4 years with no communication was inconsequential.
“I transferred, I was going to Quinnipiac, but it was boring, small, and I was stuck in Connecticut. No major medical issues lately with me, but how about you, any diabetic emergencies lately?” To any other person who watched the scene, it might have seemed odd that they could joke about such things as asthma and diabetes, but, having ongoing health issues as early as middle school had been part of the bond that they had developed so many years ago that they were trying to cling onto.
Abby and Stacey, inevitably, saw a lot of each other throughout that year, living on the same floor, just across the hall. Even though they didn’t have any classes together, they still had enough in common that they could rekindle their friendship and really learn more about each other. Stacey wasn’t just the fashionable, sophisticated diabetic, as she seemed to have been categorized though it followed her through high school. Abby wasn’t just the Jewish sports fanatic who had asthma, she was much more than that. Stacey, as everyone who knew her knew, was good at math and loved it, but she also loved education. Abby had developed a love for sociology. Neither of them wanted to have anything to do with college boys, each giving different reasons for it, but amounted to lies for each, denial.
Senior year, Abby and Stacy roomed together. That was when sparks began to fly, in close quarters. Stacy would suggest a movie just because she knew Abby would want to watch it and they would sit closer than they needed to during the movie, finding excuses to touch each other frequently. Abby would make sure to know about the art exhibits so that she could tell Stacy about them, hoping that they could go see the exhibit, together. Late night study sessions turned into talks about life after college, where careers would send them both and promises that even if they ended up on opposite sides of the country that they would never lose contact and visit each other often. Some nights, they would stay up so late talking that they would fall asleep, leaning on each other.
When time came to start thinking about where to live, at least over the summer, Abby was at a loss at what to do. She wanted to ask Stacy to split rent on an apartment with her, but didn’t know if Stacy would want to. They had gotten close over these years, but, not as close as Abby wanted. There were several times that she had thought that year that Stacy was going to kiss her, or admit that she had feelings for her, but then a cell phone would ring or Stacy would sort of trail off on what she was saying, mumbling that it wasn’t really that important. Abby wanted to make the first move, she really did, but she didn’t want to ruin the friendship if Stacy did not want the same thing as her, even though it seemed like she did. Abby wondered if Stacy was thinking the same thing, waiting for Abby to make the first move. Other thoughts went through Abby’s mind sometimes too, what if Stacy wanted to date guys when she left college, that her reasons for not dating guys in college was not the same as her own reasons? She tried to convince herself that it was not true, but the only way to know would be if she called Stacy on it, say that she didn’t think Stacy was telling the truth, and the last thing she wanted to do was call her best friend a liar. One day though, she had to know how much their friendship meant to Stacy.
“Stacy, can we talk about something, something really important to me?”
“Of course we can Abby, is something wrong?” Stacy asked the question with genuine worry heard in her voice and shown on her face.
“Nothing is really wrong. It’s just… there’s something that I’ve been keeping to myself for a while, and I wouldn’t want to do or say anything that would ruin our friendship, but, there’s something that I need to tell you, something that I need to know.” Abby took a deep breath and looked at Stacy.
Stacy was surprised at what Abby was saying to her, “Abby, what is it that you need to tell me? Whatever it is, it definitely would not ruin our friendship. You’re my best friend, no matter what.”
“Well Stacy, remember how when we first saw each other again when I transferred to NYU and we started talking again? Remember how we both said we weren’t going to date college boys, you because you wanted to focus on your studies and me because I wanted to experience college without the distraction of a boyfriend that would take up my time? Well, I wasn’t so much lying about not wanting a boyfriend; I don’t want one, but, the reason over time, changed.”
Stacy laughed a little and then said, “Is that it? You just wanted to tell me that you don’t like guys? I knew that.”
“You did?”
“Of course, it became obvious to me. When we watch movies, afterwards, you never want to talk about Brad Pitt or any of the other male leads; you want to talk about how lovely the acting of Angelina was. You never came right out and said that you thought Angelina or any other actress was gorgeous, but you didn’t really need to. I don’t mind that you like women.” What she wasn’t saying was that she did too.
While Stacy was talking, Abby was relieved, she knew that Stacy wasn’t homophobic, but it was still nice to hear how unimportant the detail was to her, that Stacy didn’t get uncomfortable knowing it. Still, what would Stacy think if she knew that Abby liked her? She had to find out, she wasn’t about to have come this far into the conversation and not tell her.
“There’s something else though Stacy. It has to do with you, Stacy, I have feelings for you.”
For a minute, Stacy didn’t say anything and then very quietly, almost a whisper, “I have feelings for you too.”
Abby and Stacy both smiled, and then Stacy moved closer to Abby, and kissed her. It was soft, slow and tentative, for it was the first time either of them had kissed a girl. But, it felt right. After kissing a few more times, they stayed up all night talking. Each girl talked about when they first realized they had feelings for the other and all the times they had wanted to say something, or thought the other was going to make a move. They talked about it, and decided to move into an apartment together, deciding to start looking for one that Saturday.
Now, it is 5 years later, and Abby looks back on when she really had gotten to know who Stacy really was and she rolls over in bed and sighs, watching Stacy peacefully sleeping beside her.
Author: greendragon06
Pairing: Abby/Stacy
Words: 1,436
Written for midnightwriting, who requested Abby with Stacy, post-college if possible (which i sort of cheated on), with no mention of recent boyfriends and mention of being chronic health problem buddies
A/N: This is my first piece of bsc fanfiction that I have ever written, so any comments would be helpful so I know how to make it better next time.
She often would look back on when they really got to know each other, in those years of college, at NYU. She had transferred to NYU after having a horrible freshman year at Quinnipiac University. Hamden, although close to New Haven, one of the bigger cities in Connecticut, was not close enough to a real city like that of Boston- or New York City, the city of cities, at least in her mind. The difference between a mere 5,000 students to the 20,000 at NYU was refreshing, and by a few weeks into the second semester, Abby knew she had to get the best grades she could so she could transfer to NYU.
The day she got to NYU, she knew that things were going to be better, from the moment that she walked into the dorms. She had walked into her dorms and the first person she sees, across from her room, is Stacy. Stacy, who she hasn’t talked with since 9th grade, but always, out of all the other members of the club, had wished she stayed in contact with. Stacy was stunning as always and fit in perfectly here. Stacy waved her over enthusiastically and she was amazed that Stacy could still remember her.
“Abby! I didn’t know you were going to NYU, it’s been so long- how’s life been treating you, no recent asthma emergencies I hope.” She had laughed as she said the last part, as if nothing had changed, that the past 4 years with no communication was inconsequential.
“I transferred, I was going to Quinnipiac, but it was boring, small, and I was stuck in Connecticut. No major medical issues lately with me, but how about you, any diabetic emergencies lately?” To any other person who watched the scene, it might have seemed odd that they could joke about such things as asthma and diabetes, but, having ongoing health issues as early as middle school had been part of the bond that they had developed so many years ago that they were trying to cling onto.
Abby and Stacey, inevitably, saw a lot of each other throughout that year, living on the same floor, just across the hall. Even though they didn’t have any classes together, they still had enough in common that they could rekindle their friendship and really learn more about each other. Stacey wasn’t just the fashionable, sophisticated diabetic, as she seemed to have been categorized though it followed her through high school. Abby wasn’t just the Jewish sports fanatic who had asthma, she was much more than that. Stacey, as everyone who knew her knew, was good at math and loved it, but she also loved education. Abby had developed a love for sociology. Neither of them wanted to have anything to do with college boys, each giving different reasons for it, but amounted to lies for each, denial.
Senior year, Abby and Stacy roomed together. That was when sparks began to fly, in close quarters. Stacy would suggest a movie just because she knew Abby would want to watch it and they would sit closer than they needed to during the movie, finding excuses to touch each other frequently. Abby would make sure to know about the art exhibits so that she could tell Stacy about them, hoping that they could go see the exhibit, together. Late night study sessions turned into talks about life after college, where careers would send them both and promises that even if they ended up on opposite sides of the country that they would never lose contact and visit each other often. Some nights, they would stay up so late talking that they would fall asleep, leaning on each other.
When time came to start thinking about where to live, at least over the summer, Abby was at a loss at what to do. She wanted to ask Stacy to split rent on an apartment with her, but didn’t know if Stacy would want to. They had gotten close over these years, but, not as close as Abby wanted. There were several times that she had thought that year that Stacy was going to kiss her, or admit that she had feelings for her, but then a cell phone would ring or Stacy would sort of trail off on what she was saying, mumbling that it wasn’t really that important. Abby wanted to make the first move, she really did, but she didn’t want to ruin the friendship if Stacy did not want the same thing as her, even though it seemed like she did. Abby wondered if Stacy was thinking the same thing, waiting for Abby to make the first move. Other thoughts went through Abby’s mind sometimes too, what if Stacy wanted to date guys when she left college, that her reasons for not dating guys in college was not the same as her own reasons? She tried to convince herself that it was not true, but the only way to know would be if she called Stacy on it, say that she didn’t think Stacy was telling the truth, and the last thing she wanted to do was call her best friend a liar. One day though, she had to know how much their friendship meant to Stacy.
“Stacy, can we talk about something, something really important to me?”
“Of course we can Abby, is something wrong?” Stacy asked the question with genuine worry heard in her voice and shown on her face.
“Nothing is really wrong. It’s just… there’s something that I’ve been keeping to myself for a while, and I wouldn’t want to do or say anything that would ruin our friendship, but, there’s something that I need to tell you, something that I need to know.” Abby took a deep breath and looked at Stacy.
Stacy was surprised at what Abby was saying to her, “Abby, what is it that you need to tell me? Whatever it is, it definitely would not ruin our friendship. You’re my best friend, no matter what.”
“Well Stacy, remember how when we first saw each other again when I transferred to NYU and we started talking again? Remember how we both said we weren’t going to date college boys, you because you wanted to focus on your studies and me because I wanted to experience college without the distraction of a boyfriend that would take up my time? Well, I wasn’t so much lying about not wanting a boyfriend; I don’t want one, but, the reason over time, changed.”
Stacy laughed a little and then said, “Is that it? You just wanted to tell me that you don’t like guys? I knew that.”
“You did?”
“Of course, it became obvious to me. When we watch movies, afterwards, you never want to talk about Brad Pitt or any of the other male leads; you want to talk about how lovely the acting of Angelina was. You never came right out and said that you thought Angelina or any other actress was gorgeous, but you didn’t really need to. I don’t mind that you like women.” What she wasn’t saying was that she did too.
While Stacy was talking, Abby was relieved, she knew that Stacy wasn’t homophobic, but it was still nice to hear how unimportant the detail was to her, that Stacy didn’t get uncomfortable knowing it. Still, what would Stacy think if she knew that Abby liked her? She had to find out, she wasn’t about to have come this far into the conversation and not tell her.
“There’s something else though Stacy. It has to do with you, Stacy, I have feelings for you.”
For a minute, Stacy didn’t say anything and then very quietly, almost a whisper, “I have feelings for you too.”
Abby and Stacy both smiled, and then Stacy moved closer to Abby, and kissed her. It was soft, slow and tentative, for it was the first time either of them had kissed a girl. But, it felt right. After kissing a few more times, they stayed up all night talking. Each girl talked about when they first realized they had feelings for the other and all the times they had wanted to say something, or thought the other was going to make a move. They talked about it, and decided to move into an apartment together, deciding to start looking for one that Saturday.
Now, it is 5 years later, and Abby looks back on when she really had gotten to know who Stacy really was and she rolls over in bed and sighs, watching Stacy peacefully sleeping beside her.