#kdthread

she promises herself she won’t cry-- and she keeps that promise. Barely.  she promises herself that she won’t cry, and she won’t flip out on him. So she doesn’t answer his calls-- and she doesn’t speak to him.  she lasts a day.  she sends him a picture of the magazine covers the next day, him there with some girl that isn’t her attached to his lips.  she figures it’s enough explanation.  she just wants to drink-- just wants to ignore the questions-- just wants to pretend she hadn’t fallen hook line and sinker for him. she isn’t sure how drinking-- has turned into her yelling at him in the back ally-- and crying.  “I should have known better-- fuck-- and now you’re here and she’s in your section-- what the fuck am I supposed to think?” 

maybe it’s wrong-- the small frisson of satisfaction she gets when Yoomi looks over the girl she’s with-- but she can’t help but feel it. It’s a strange thing--being into someone you shouldn’t look twice at-- but she can’t help herself when it comes to Yoomi. So she takes her own rather horrible advice and finds someone else to occupy her time. The other girl-- is tall--blonde and curvy, and Khadijah doesn’t mind the change or her lack of resemblance to her actual object of affection. She disentangles herself from her new girlfriends arms so she can talk to her best friend. “Is there a reason you’ve been giving me the evil eye all night? Because I haven’t done a thing to earn it-- and you’re acting like I stole your favourite toy.” 

“Honestly--if you wanted to say hi you didn’t have to try and stain my jacket. I love this thing.” She smirks as she tugs the leather a little closer to her form and brushes off the droplets. 

“I’m Khadijah. Everyone calls me K.d. You’re grumpy.” 

she knows yoomi is watching her from across the room-- and that her behaviour is petty. After all-- she isn’t an idiot. She’s just lonely-- and feeling slightly needier than she’d like. Her eyes flicker to the familiar brown pair watching her from across the room. She’s cursed-- with liking the straight girls-- or the impossible ones. It’s all been that way. She let’s the stranger next to her whisper in her ear and drinks enough to sink most sailors and she pretends that she doesn’t want her arms. When she closes her eyes it’s close enough. It isn’t until an hour later when she’s got her arm around yoomi that she admits it’s not.  “My liver is going on strike tomorrow, dove. Strike. Strike. We goin’ home?” 

she doesn’t even know his name. she wakes up with a slight headache and the taste of spearmint lingering on her breath. she wakes up naked, in bed with a stranger. she doesn’t know how she got here, but he’s hard--and she doesn’t care and she’s into the business of reintroduction. She turns over, her dark her cascading around her face as she smiles at the stranger. She wrinkles her nose slightly, before a soft giggle leaves her lips.  “Correct me if I’m wrong but aren’t you-- Maxxie’s thing. I distinctly remember you sticking your tongue down their throat-- and then I remember-- the bathroom. You made me squirt in the bathroom. At my...best friend’s wedding. Ledge.”  She giggles softly, the sort of sound most would expect from her. But not the kind that normally follows revelations about squirting.  “It’s all kind of fuzzy, but you’re pretty in the sunlight baby.” She smiles wide-- all her teeth on display.  “I’m Khadijah. K.d for short. And you’ve got morning wood. And a name I can’t remember--” 

she loves california-- sure she looked a little bit like a gothic barbie when she was in the land of the perpetual blonde-- but she likes it. She likes that she sticks out, her skin tanning quickly. She looks “different” and she knows it’s her middle eastern blood. The car is full of presents-- different sizes, all wrapped, all ready for the tree. She pulls into her drive way, and smiles as one of the servants come to help. She carries as many bags as she can, and rushes inside the large mansion. “Javi? I’m back-- bought your prezzie.” She calls through the house, unsure where her boyfriend actually is. “I brought a lot of prezzies actually. Some for your family but mostly you and addy-- where is he ? By the way?” 

Self control has never been one of her attributes--and as she looked at her best friend strut around their dressing room it was clear it wasn’t about to be. It was taking everything in her not to press the taller girl against a mirrored was and just... lose control-- for a little bit. Stop thinking-- for a little bit. She sighed softly and slipped on the next set of lace loveliness. It was intricate black set, completely with garter belt and stockings. “Okay? Too much or no?” She spins, so the other can get a good view of the detailing in the back. “Too much right?”