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Susie: Is now a bad time? I could have brought up worse things... 😏

Susie: See I thought it was at least a 6, so I'll take it!

Tasya: You’re quite the cheeky one, Sus. You sure know how to make a girl extremely curious to ask for more.😩

Tasya: By far better than 6, darling.

Susie: I have a very sincere question, babe.

Susie: On a scale of one to ten, how great would you rate my bum?

Tasya: You’re bringing this up /now/?😳

         Noah hated everything about this, hated that she was trying, hated the she felt even the smallest inclination of wanting towards the other girl. All those years ago it had been magnetic, impossible to ignore, always connected by a tangled string, and always disastrous, as proven by the way their shortcomings ended. Now the magnetism was there, but it felt dull, like a pair of magnets lost a sea for the last 10 years. Hell, that’s certainly how Noah felt. Noah dug her feet deeper into the sand, tried to ignore the oh so familiar uncomfortableness of knowing what Tasya meant to Aidan and vice versa. If anything, she had been grateful their indiscretion hadn’t ruined the relationship the girls had with each other. 

         I don’t really care anymore. The words shouldn’t have meant anything to Noah when the two of them had been separated all these years. But it did. And she bristled as she stepped forward, mouth in a tight line. “I…” she started before noticing someone in their space, watching them interact. She lowered her voice and then admitted through somewhat clenched teeth, “I care. I’ve always…” She noticed the other person, a man, even closer still with a camera in hand. “Sorry, did you need something.” 

         Tasya couldn’t help but tense the instant she felt the air shift around her⁠— Noah closing in. She didn’t even have to directly look to know it was so, painstakingly aware of the peripheral looming silhouetted shape of the girl. Even a motion as infinitesimal as a step closer felt leagues beyond the durable distance she’d grown accustomed to handling. The type of choice the context of their aftermath had explicitly branded and compartmentalised into one of two categories: unattainable, or inappropriate. Whether it was the advance, Noah’s shifted tone of voice or the initial direction her comment had slanted towards, Tasya’s skin prickled as if electrified by a flare of static. The unexpected response piqued her interest enough to really look up. For the fleeting moment Noah’s attention was pinned elsewhere, her brown eyes unguardedly looked upon her estranged companion’s face; openly attentive and softened with curiosity before she rolled them and glanced at the supposedly offending figure nearby. Any alarm she might have felt at a stranger bearing witness to their interaction subsided once she registered the equipment around his neck. “Relax,” she quietly muttered out of the corner of her mouth, head turning a fraction to send an indignant yet amused look in Noah’s direction before she offered an amiable wave towards the photographer. “It’s just a tourist trap thing, he’ll take a couple aesthetic shots then be on his way. Everyone’s gotta make a living somehow. Just grin and bear it.” Leading by example, Tasya glued a performative desultory smile onto her face. “Ta-da.” After a beat of parodied happiness, her dimples suddenly grew far more pronounced at the presence of a particular thought. Expression evidently becoming more genuinely invested in the aforementioned cause, her lips parted slightly when she looked towards Noah and again spoke through clenched teeth, “Oh, fuck, hold on...” she reached out to lightly touch Noah’s elbow, mockingly consoling, as her eyes mischievously glinted with provoking challenge, “You do know how to smile, right?”

Susie: I think I can do that. Everything that happens from here on out, right?

Susie: 😘 Just don't scare the roomie. I think she's watching her adult films again because I keep hearing sounds.

Tasya: Starting now.

Tasya: 🤢 noted.

Susie: No, I don't but why can't you let me?

Susie: Okay... can you just come over and hold me or... whatever?

Tasya: Let's add a new rule to this dating thing- we each always tell the truth.

Susie: Maybe we should just stop this while we're ahead. It was supposed to be fun, right?

Tasya: You don't mean that.

Susie: Well, I mean...

Susie: That's not what I said and you know it.

Susie: Even if we don't... have sex? Trust me, you don't want to see me like this.

Tasya: You think I'm only interested in you for that?

Susie: On second thought, I just got off the phone with my mama and I'm not really feeling it anymore babe.

Susie: It's okay if you don't want to come over anymore. I'm not exactly going to be very much fun.

Susie: Don't smirk at me unless you're going to do something.

Susie: On second thought, I don't think even could handle me. You're welcome to try... (please do.)

Susie: Why do I have to decide? You just said there was time. Don't act like we haven't been at your work, on my dinner table, the shower, your face & mine in one night.

Tasya: Delayed gratification, babe.

Tasya: Fine, you've settled it. You're being dealt with first.

Susie: Fair enough, I'll take the win.

Susie: You wouldn't have me any other way.

Susie: You say stuff like that and I feel an immense compulsion to behave like a brat. But then again, I feel conflicted. I don't know what I'd want more. Your mouth... or you sitting on mine.

Tasya: There's definitely more than one way to have you, Suz.😏

Tasya: Maybe that is my intention... to rile you up so I'm all but forced to do what must be done. Don't act like there's no time to go through every viable option.

Susie: Same huh? Sometimes you are impossible to read, babe.

Susie: You wouldn't be the first to say that but I am an angel.

Susie: Oh, please you know nobody my own age could handle me. Take that however you like.

Tasya: I just don't show all my cards at once. Doesn't mean there isn't plenty to show.

Tasya: A troublesome angel.

Susie: I stand corrected. It's just weird having all these feelings and being honest about them. Kind of like I want to throw up in a good way?

Susie: I'm done. I just had to get it out of my system once. It's not my fault I bagged a cougar.

Susie: Okay that's the last one! Scouts honor!

Tasya: I know. On the bright side, at least we're both in the same seasick boat here, no?

Tasya: Oh my darling, you are trouble.

Susie: Do you? Because I don't think you know how much I really like you.

Susie: Probably not because then I'd be the old one. 😋

Tasya: I have a feeling I know you really like me. You wouldn't care so much if you didn't.