#joslynmackenzie

India wasn’t shy by any means and had done bolder things than kissing a stranger in a grocery store, but being stopped by an anxious/excited, twenty-something grocery store clerk because she happened to be standing under a mistletoe with the beautiful, Italian woman she’d met recently caught her off guard and had her hesitating. Likely the only reason he’d shouted at the two of them was to satisfy his craving to see two women kiss, but it was tradition and she was the last person who would ever turn down the opportunity to kiss a beautiful person. Lifting her shoulders into a shrug, she turned so that she was facing the other, a smirk pulling at her lips as she pressed down on the tips of her toes. “Merry Christmas to me,” she whispered as she closed the gap between them, not giving the woman much chance to speak before pressing her lips against hers. 

India’s gaze met her step-sister’s. Her eyes were wet and red and it was obvious that she had not slept well recently. The signs were all there. The writer recognized them and recalled a time when the face looking back at her in the mirror had looked tired and sullen. It was heartbreak. A different kind of heartbreak, one brought on by not allowing oneself to have what it was one wanted, but at the end of the day, heartbreak was heartbreak.. “Crying, Jos. An odd concept for you, I know, but it happens to the best of us.” Her tone was soft, gentle, and filled with understanding. “I don’t know why I’m crying,” the other confessed, the sigh that left her afterward filled with frustration. “Because you’re falling hard and it isn’t what you do, but the risk is worth it, Jos. Even if it all ends horribly, it’s worth it— trust me.” 

“What? No, I’m not drinking the drink you told me about. This one clearly has other berries”, Billie pointed at the drink with a frown. “I’m ready for whatever you want to tell me. Or not tell me, it’s fine. Just get this over with...”, she took a big gulp and looked at the other woman, “no, I couldn’t do this sober. So it’s either this or... never again, like the raven from Poe. Wait, no, he said nevermore. Never Again is a song by Kelly Clarkson, good song, you should li– not the point!”

[text]: i knew you had something to tell me[text]: after all this time[text]: you’re finally admitting it to yourself[text]: i mean i’m flattered that you like me this much[text]: and i know this wasn’t an accident so i’m not going to pretend it was[text]: but this is so sweet of you[text]: honestly the nicest you’ve ever been actually[text]: i mean, i didn’t look at this for over a few seconds or anything