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The first writing challenge over at femslash_land happened, and here's what I wrote. Just a little snippet that I came up with at the last minute. The prompt was "beginnings."
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
That’s what the president of the university said as she ushered all of her students into the “real” world. Trite, but true.
The day of graduation was somewhat of a blur, but those words have been stuck in Brooke’s head ever since.
She could just quietly continue living life as she has been, Brooke knows. Or else, maybe now is the perfect time to shake things up.
Brooke looks across the kitchen table, where Sam sits reading the newspaper. Though the brunette probably thinks otherwise, she has been far from subtle in showing how much of a crush she has on Brooke. Pretending that she didn’t notice has always felt like Brooke’s only option, though.
But the first day of the rest of Brooke’s life has already come and gone, and Brooke can’t quite remember her reasons for ignoring the way Sam feels, anymore. Ignoring the way they both feel.
Sam doesn’t notice Brooke’s movement until the blonde is standing right next to her. “Um... Hey, Brooke...” she begins questioningly.
As answer, Brooke simply reaches down for Sam’s hand, pulls the brunette to her feet, and does what she’s wanted to do ever since freshman year of high school. She leans in, and she can feel the catch of Sam’s breath, before she eliminates the rest of the space between them. The newspaper flutters to the floor.
If the next few minutes are any indication, the rest of Brooke’s life is going to be pretty damn good.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
That’s what the president of the university said as she ushered all of her students into the “real” world. Trite, but true.
The day of graduation was somewhat of a blur, but those words have been stuck in Brooke’s head ever since.
She could just quietly continue living life as she has been, Brooke knows. Or else, maybe now is the perfect time to shake things up.
Brooke looks across the kitchen table, where Sam sits reading the newspaper. Though the brunette probably thinks otherwise, she has been far from subtle in showing how much of a crush she has on Brooke. Pretending that she didn’t notice has always felt like Brooke’s only option, though.
But the first day of the rest of Brooke’s life has already come and gone, and Brooke can’t quite remember her reasons for ignoring the way Sam feels, anymore. Ignoring the way they both feel.
Sam doesn’t notice Brooke’s movement until the blonde is standing right next to her. “Um... Hey, Brooke...” she begins questioningly.
As answer, Brooke simply reaches down for Sam’s hand, pulls the brunette to her feet, and does what she’s wanted to do ever since freshman year of high school. She leans in, and she can feel the catch of Sam’s breath, before she eliminates the rest of the space between them. The newspaper flutters to the floor.
If the next few minutes are any indication, the rest of Brooke’s life is going to be pretty damn good.