Edge of Seventeen (Part 3)

Jun 11, 2009 02:52

Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 3)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 952 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90

Lindsay waits patiently in the doorway as Samantha hugs Luke goodbye.

The elevator ride down is full of even more awkward silence than the ride up. Lindsay realizes she is even more baffled at where she stands with the girl since seeing the way she acted around her friend.

"So...." Lindsay says, and then whistles, just trying to fill the silence.

"Hm?" Samantha asks. She's dazed, returning to her earlier thoughts.

"I like hanging out with you."

Samantha looks down at the ground, smiling. She nods.

"I don't care how old you are. Honestly. I hang out with older people most of the time. I'm like 30 mentally anyway." Lindsay stops, hand over her mouth when she realizes she's rambling again.

Samantha sighs. She's not 30 yet, but compared to a teenager, she might as well be.

It's getting dark out now. Neither of them speak but Lindsay's uncomfortable in this neighbourhood so she walks closely by Samantha's side, bunching material from the girl's shirt in her fingers.

"Trust me. I won't let anything bad happen to you," Samantha says finally, opening the redhead's door and helping her inside.

Lindsay smiles to herself. It's been awhile since she could be confident that someone would have her back.

The drive back is quiet. Music on the radio is played quietly; the only sounds exchanged between the two girls are the clearing of throats and filler sighs.

"So, can I see you again?" Lindsay asks, realizing her request sounds like she's after a second date. She kind of is - only she'd like to have a first one instead.

Samantha pulls the car into park beside the curb, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. She doesn't look at the girl - she can't, she'll want to kiss her - but shrugs.

"I'm not sure. I'll call you." At this point, Samantha knows she won't. She hates being that girl - the one who keeps you waiting - but she's positive that leading the young girl further on would be a mistake.

"But, didn't you have fun tonight? And your friend Luke, he likes me. He invited me back."

Her heart breaks a little more as the girl practically pleads for a chance to see her again. She can't deny it. Of course she had fun. The most fun she's had in awhile just staring at another human being. And what she wouldn't give to stare at that human being all the time.

"You'll understand someday. I'm just not sure right now."

Lindsay grabs her bag from the car and stomps away, shooting a glare at Samantha as she climbs the steps to her home. "You sound like my fucking mother!" she yells, on the brink of a full-out tantrum.

This is for the best, Samantha tells herself, as Lindsay slams the wooden door behind her. You've lived through teenage angst once - you don't need to live with it.

Lindsay is barely inside when the tears start. She doesn't understand. Things were going so well. There was something about the way the woman looked at her - a curiosity in her eyes - that made her feel like the only person in the room. This is a feeling she wants back, something she only feels in her dreams. It's where she's happiest - being the centre of someone's world.

Of course there are other obstacles stopping her from going after Samantha. She doesn’t know where the girl lives. If she did, she’s not sure what she would do when she got there. And then there’s the biggest obstacle of all - explaining how she feels and why it should matter. She knows this poses a challenge when even she doesn’t know that answer.

Samantha drives around for a while after dropping Lindsay off, not ready to go home. After a day like today, being alone is the last thing she needs.

She turns the stereo up a little - just enough to hear the song and still leave room for thoughts. It’s time to weigh her options.

It’s obvious to her - and she’s sure the object of her affection - that there is something between she and Lindsay that defies friendship. And it’s unbelievable to her how truly wise beyond her years the seventeen year old is. She has friends her age and older who aren’t as sure of themselves as Lindsay is.

But it’s the way others will look down upon their age difference that bothers her most - the song Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number comes to mind; she disagrees.

If only the girl were eighteen, she thinks, I wouldn’t even be giving this a second thought.

She stops the car and makes an impulsive decision when she turns around and heads back in the direction from which she came. It’s not often she can pick her own feelings apart so clearly, and therefore it seems like a sign - she should do something about them. If a single year is all that stands between her and happiness, she’ll gladly stare seventeen in the eye and show it she’s not afraid.

It’s 3 A.M and she’s been parked outside of Lindsay’s house for nearly two hours now. Her impulsive decision got her here but no further. Indeed it’s given her more time to realize that maybe age is just a number - she certainly doesn’t feel like she lives up to all of her 26 years.

She checks the clock again - another 15 minutes have gone by and she yawns. With no intention of knocking on anyone’s door at this unfortunate hour of the morning, she decides she might sleep. Besides, maybe if enough time passes, Lindsay will be eighteen when she opens her eyes.

fics, lindsay lohan, samantha ronson

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