janis 'imi'ike, ❛ 06 . a kiss during a fight ... @vileurges
| | INT. night time, regina and her husband's mansion.
too many glasses of wine later and the topic of middle school is brought up. she's not sure if it's supposed to be a funny reminiscent moment or if it's a personal dig at regina's character. either way, she's gone silent. she's changed. she was scared. she's not the same sad little girl who'd thrown her friend's sexuality under a metaphorical bus all those years ago. all in attempts to bring the attention away from herself and her own very complicated feelings when it came to janis. she was sure that her friend had picked up on those feelings and was starting to figure her out and she was scared. SHE NEEDED AN OUT, and who knew that all of that would lead to regina being hit by a literal bus.
she will definitely regret everything that was said in their very heated argument they were currently in the middle of. especially if the two of them had just rekindled some sort of friendship.
her fists are balled at her sides, the wine glasses had been discarded on the counter top as she moves rooms. the footsteps and yelling following behind her as she does so. you can't run from it forever. the words set her brain on fire because she has a point. she's in a directionless marriage, her daughter being the only thing keeping her there with him. she feels trapped, she's not happy, not in the slightest. there's only so far she can get with the life she'd chosen to lead.
WAS SHE STRAIGHT? not in the slightest. she'd come to those terms in college with a lot of experimentation, but after bringing home a girl she was met with rage from her father. she had to conform to his perfect idealized nuclear family portrait. this was also the father she'd since cut out, so was there really a risk if she just ... takes a leap? a leap into her arms?
she turns fully to face the other, around her eyes was stained with makeup was she crying? she was crying and hadn't even noticed. “ i fucking wish i could just ... ” a frustrated groan because so much could be solved with proper communication. but she never knows how to start that with her, after all the time that'd passed. talking to janis still felt like diffusing a bomb at times. “ I WISH I COULD JUST HATE YOU, and leave it at that. ” going quiet again as a look of shock coats her face because she fully just laid all her cards out for janis, she hated this.
WHAT THE HELL ... she thinks to herself for a moment. what could be the worst thing that happens? she's relaxing her fists, the crescent shapes of her nails indenting her palms as she quickly closes the distance between the two of them. her hands moving to hold janis's cheeks as she firmly presses a kiss on her lips. all the care she could have in the world blowing away out the open window of the living room.
