abby

your sobs are muffled by the loud music blasting outside of the bathroom door.

“please open the door. talk to me.”

you’re sitting on the floor with your head in your hands.

“i know you hear me. i can hear you crying.”

your makeup which was done to perfection less than 30 minutes ago was now ruined. there’s mascara streaming down your face.

“im gonna kick down the fucking door if you don’t open it right now.”

you groan and sniffle as you shout through the door.

“just leave me here to die. no one loves me”

you can hear the eye roll through the wall. “don’t say that, that’s not true. i love you. please open the door kiddo.”

your heart beats a little faster at the nickname. she’s called you this for years, what’s any different now?

you crawl over to the door and open it. towering over you is your best friend, paige bueckers. as soon as she sees you on the ground, she kneels and takes your face in her hands. “oh sweet girl.” she whispers, frowning. she runs the pads of her thumbs over your damp cheeks. “what happened? who’s ass am i beating?”

your breath hitches at her touch and the protective gesture. nonetheless, you shake your head. “no. no one’s ass needs to be beat.” you sniffle and sigh shakily. “take me home p. please?” paige nods and holds out her hand, smiling softly. you take this opportunity to look her in her big blue eyes, admiring the way her blonde hair falls perfectly over her shoulders. the way her smile is so contagious it’s spreading to your face, and-

“hello? anyone home?” paige says, breaking you out of your trance. you clear your throat and take her hand. “yeah, sorry. fuck. it’s been a long day.” she pulls you up, causing you to stand fully. paige is pretty tall being around 6’0, but you have about an inch on her. you make sure to never let her forget it, patting her on the head.

paige glances up at you and smiles. “let’s go kiddo.” she never disconnects your hands, guiding you out of the bathroom. you try to cover your face, not wanting to show anyone at the lame ass party yall were at that you’d been crying.

you both make it outside and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. paige looks over at you. “you feel better?” you nod. “a little, yeah. thank you for being here.”

she opens the passenger door of her car when yall arrive to it. “of course im here. you’re my best friend.” you smile, but for some reason your heart breaks a little at that statement.

what the fuck is happening to me right now?

im drunk. im drunk.

“Fuck,” she cried out. She was getting closer.

Josette looked down at her girlfriend with a smirk. “Oh, baby, you’re doing so good,” she moaned. “So good for me, yeah?”

She knew she wouldn’t last much longer, so she reached down to stimulate her further. With the newly added sensation, her legs began to shake. Jo was kissing her neck and coaxing her closer to the edge. 

She wrapped her legs around Jo’s waist and took a hand from between her legs and into her mouth. The new angle sent her over the edge, moaning around Jo’s fingers. 

After a moment, Josette stood, scooped her girlfriend off the floor, and placed her on the table near their front door. She parted her lips, sticking her fingers into her mouth. Josette’s tongue worked around her fingers, cleaning them of her girlfriend’s essence. Pulling them out with a wet pop, she grabbed the tissue box, drying her fingers.

She crouched down to her where her girlfriend’s legs dangled off the table she was sitting on top of. With a soft smile stretched across her face, she watched as Jo cleaned her off before sliding up her sleep shorts. She slid her fingers into Jo’s curls, giving them a gentle tug to pull her up for a kiss. 

“I love you, baby,” Jo whispered. Still smiling, she purred back “I love you more.”

“Yeah? Well tough loss, baby. I've got you beat.”

“Oh really?” Jo furrowed her brows and pursed her lips before speaking this time.