Edge of Seventeen (Part 7)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 7)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 951 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
She can feel eyes watching her from behind as Lindsay insists she stand close by. It doesn’t matter to her what this Britt girl thinks of her - or what any of the other guests think for that matter - but they are Lindsay’s friends and that counts for something.
Samantha worries that because of how quickly things between them have progressed, that it hasn’t given Lindsay’s friends enough time to prepare. It’s too soon for them to understand the nature of the relationship, how organically it happened, especially because the details are fuzzy to even she and Lindsay.
She doesn’t want to be rude so she waits until the cake has been cut and served before attempting to make her exit.
“No! You can’t go yet. I haven’t even opened any presents,” Lindsay protests. Samantha makes note to buy her something special, albeit belated. The younger girl puts on her best pouting face. Samantha has a difficult time not obeying but feels like she’s caused enough tension for one day.
“I need to shower and I’ve been wearing the same clothes since yesterday.” The pouting intensifies but Samantha’s determination is rock solid.
“Fine,” Lindsay says. “But we’re all going out later and you have to come.”
Samantha nods and walks to the front door, Lindsay following closely behind. At the door, the younger girl tucks her hands into Samantha’s sweater pockets and pulls her closer. Adrenaline surges through the older woman’s veins, worried that just about anyone could be watching their “private” moment.
“I’ll call you when we’re leaving,” Lindsay says. She smiles as she leans forward, her lips puckered for a kiss. Samantha considers making it quick until she spies a pair of watchful eyes over the redhead’s shoulder. She offers her cheek instead, smiling politely at Britt in the distance.
“Sure, sounds great,” Samantha says, her voice flat, turning and bolting to her car.
Lindsay stands alone in the doorway, a lump in her throat that tells her tears are approaching. It’s her birthday and she’ll cry if she wants to.
A moment later a tap on her shoulder startles her. She smiles when she sees it’s her best friend and lunges at the girl for a hug.
“Hun, I’m so glad you came today. I-“ Lindsay says into the girl’s shoulder before she’s interrupted.
“Listen, I have someone I want you to meet,” Britt says, taking Lindsay by the arm and through the house to the backyard.
People are sitting in chairs around a glass table covered in paper plates and empty glass bottles. She recognizes most of them but there are a few unfamiliar faces.
Britt walks Lindsay toward a handsome man. He’s tall, his hair shaggy and sun kissed like a surfer’s, and a healthy tan covers his visible skin. Lindsay smiles at him - after all he is a guest in her home and it’s the polite thing to do.
“Linds, this is Josh,” Britt says. Her sly smile betrays her - she’s up to something.
The man stands, his figure even more commanding than Lindsay first assumed. He reaches for her hand gently and kisses it, introducing himself.
“Wow, it’s so great to meet you. Britt has told me so much about you,” he says, and then offers her his chair.
She smiles but declines and walks back into the house. Britt follows soon after and helps to tidy the kitchen.
“So he’s cute eh? What do you think?” Britt says, her voice bubbly and excited.
“Yeah, he’s cute. Seems nice too,” Lindsay responds, not yet cluing in to her friend’s attempt at a set-up.
“Great, I thought maybe he could come out with us tonight.”
Lindsay nods, throwing a stack of dirty plates into a black garbage bag. “That’s a great idea,” she says enthusiastically. “I’m so glad you found yourself a date.”
Britt gives her a deadpan look. Lindsay looks back, confused. “No, I meant we could invite him for you.”
Lindsay laughs, embarrassed. “OH, I’ve already got a date. You should take him.” She nudges her friend and winks.
“She’s seriously your date,” Britt asks, talking about Samantha. Her tone of voice is judgmental.
“Uh huh. So you should bring Josh.” Lindsay is still busy tidying and doesn’t notice her friend staring at her in disbelief.
“You’re…a lesbian.” The sentence is not quite a question and not quite a statement.
“No, I’m not,” Lindsay responds plainly.
“Sure coulda fooled me.”
Lindsay stops and stares back at the girl. “What’s going on? Last night when I called, you were totally supportive.”
She remembers the night before, after watching Samantha drive away. Her first instinct was to call her best friend, though she hesitated, not sure how the girl would handle dealing with girl trouble and not boy trouble.
But Britt had seemed surprisingly accepting of the situation. She even advised Lindsay to tell the girl how she felt, in hopes that those feelings would be returned.
Britt shrugs. “Yeah, because I didn’t think you were serious. I thought you were just lonely - that’s why I brought Josh.”
Both girls are speechless. They stand in the kitchen unable to look at one another.
“Just get to know her. You’ll understand then, I promise,” Lindsay pleads finally. Britt shakes her head.
“I can’t do this right now,” she say as the man from earlier enters the house in search of a washroom. “Can you give me a lift home?” Britt asks him, still unable to look at Lindsay. He agrees.
“Great party and even greater to meet you. Call me sometime,” he says, grabbing a pen from his pocket to write his number down with.
Britt grabs his hand and interrupts. “Trust me. You’re not her type.”
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 951 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
She can feel eyes watching her from behind as Lindsay insists she stand close by. It doesn’t matter to her what this Britt girl thinks of her - or what any of the other guests think for that matter - but they are Lindsay’s friends and that counts for something.
Samantha worries that because of how quickly things between them have progressed, that it hasn’t given Lindsay’s friends enough time to prepare. It’s too soon for them to understand the nature of the relationship, how organically it happened, especially because the details are fuzzy to even she and Lindsay.
She doesn’t want to be rude so she waits until the cake has been cut and served before attempting to make her exit.
“No! You can’t go yet. I haven’t even opened any presents,” Lindsay protests. Samantha makes note to buy her something special, albeit belated. The younger girl puts on her best pouting face. Samantha has a difficult time not obeying but feels like she’s caused enough tension for one day.
“I need to shower and I’ve been wearing the same clothes since yesterday.” The pouting intensifies but Samantha’s determination is rock solid.
“Fine,” Lindsay says. “But we’re all going out later and you have to come.”
Samantha nods and walks to the front door, Lindsay following closely behind. At the door, the younger girl tucks her hands into Samantha’s sweater pockets and pulls her closer. Adrenaline surges through the older woman’s veins, worried that just about anyone could be watching their “private” moment.
“I’ll call you when we’re leaving,” Lindsay says. She smiles as she leans forward, her lips puckered for a kiss. Samantha considers making it quick until she spies a pair of watchful eyes over the redhead’s shoulder. She offers her cheek instead, smiling politely at Britt in the distance.
“Sure, sounds great,” Samantha says, her voice flat, turning and bolting to her car.
Lindsay stands alone in the doorway, a lump in her throat that tells her tears are approaching. It’s her birthday and she’ll cry if she wants to.
A moment later a tap on her shoulder startles her. She smiles when she sees it’s her best friend and lunges at the girl for a hug.
“Hun, I’m so glad you came today. I-“ Lindsay says into the girl’s shoulder before she’s interrupted.
“Listen, I have someone I want you to meet,” Britt says, taking Lindsay by the arm and through the house to the backyard.
People are sitting in chairs around a glass table covered in paper plates and empty glass bottles. She recognizes most of them but there are a few unfamiliar faces.
Britt walks Lindsay toward a handsome man. He’s tall, his hair shaggy and sun kissed like a surfer’s, and a healthy tan covers his visible skin. Lindsay smiles at him - after all he is a guest in her home and it’s the polite thing to do.
“Linds, this is Josh,” Britt says. Her sly smile betrays her - she’s up to something.
The man stands, his figure even more commanding than Lindsay first assumed. He reaches for her hand gently and kisses it, introducing himself.
“Wow, it’s so great to meet you. Britt has told me so much about you,” he says, and then offers her his chair.
She smiles but declines and walks back into the house. Britt follows soon after and helps to tidy the kitchen.
“So he’s cute eh? What do you think?” Britt says, her voice bubbly and excited.
“Yeah, he’s cute. Seems nice too,” Lindsay responds, not yet cluing in to her friend’s attempt at a set-up.
“Great, I thought maybe he could come out with us tonight.”
Lindsay nods, throwing a stack of dirty plates into a black garbage bag. “That’s a great idea,” she says enthusiastically. “I’m so glad you found yourself a date.”
Britt gives her a deadpan look. Lindsay looks back, confused. “No, I meant we could invite him for you.”
Lindsay laughs, embarrassed. “OH, I’ve already got a date. You should take him.” She nudges her friend and winks.
“She’s seriously your date,” Britt asks, talking about Samantha. Her tone of voice is judgmental.
“Uh huh. So you should bring Josh.” Lindsay is still busy tidying and doesn’t notice her friend staring at her in disbelief.
“You’re…a lesbian.” The sentence is not quite a question and not quite a statement.
“No, I’m not,” Lindsay responds plainly.
“Sure coulda fooled me.”
Lindsay stops and stares back at the girl. “What’s going on? Last night when I called, you were totally supportive.”
She remembers the night before, after watching Samantha drive away. Her first instinct was to call her best friend, though she hesitated, not sure how the girl would handle dealing with girl trouble and not boy trouble.
But Britt had seemed surprisingly accepting of the situation. She even advised Lindsay to tell the girl how she felt, in hopes that those feelings would be returned.
Britt shrugs. “Yeah, because I didn’t think you were serious. I thought you were just lonely - that’s why I brought Josh.”
Both girls are speechless. They stand in the kitchen unable to look at one another.
“Just get to know her. You’ll understand then, I promise,” Lindsay pleads finally. Britt shakes her head.
“I can’t do this right now,” she say as the man from earlier enters the house in search of a washroom. “Can you give me a lift home?” Britt asks him, still unable to look at Lindsay. He agrees.
“Great party and even greater to meet you. Call me sometime,” he says, grabbing a pen from his pocket to write his number down with.
Britt grabs his hand and interrupts. “Trust me. You’re not her type.”