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tamingthemuseTitle: Clicking Heels
Rating: G
Fandom: None
Warnings: None
Summary: She wished that you could just look at her and know.
She peeked out from under her bangs to look across the room, memorizing each movement of a hand, the flutter of an eyelash and the pursing of lips.
It was crazy, this feeling inside her, but she couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop wishing that Megan would just look up at her. Just look up, see her face, and know. Know how much she meant to her. Know how she felt deep inside, hidden away with all the other shameful secrets and dark things that paralyzed her.
The teacher was talking again about the fair, the one that they were supposed to bring food to. It was hard to breathe, to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. She was distracted by the click of heels on the mundane tile floor, a soft giggle and whispers that intimated closeness.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
“So, next Friday we’ll expect each one of you to bring enough of an ethnic dish so we can all try it. If everyone does their part, the Food Fair ought to turn out well.”
She lowered her eyes to the blank notebook paper and picked at the metal spiral that held the papers together.
The bell rang and there was a mad rush for the door, feet pounding around her and drowning out the beating of her heart in her ears. She waited until the noise faded into the background, then bent to gather her backpack from the floor next to the desk.
She raised her eyes a millimeter and saw a pink stiletto heel just in her line of sight. Looking up slowly, she took in the curve of a calf, the tight line of her thighs.
She paused at the sight of breasts, then finished with the sight of the person standing in front of her, twisting her fingers.
Megan looked disturbed, to say the least. “I’ve seen you watch me in class all the time. Why do you stare at me like that?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess…well, you’re pretty…” Her voice trailed off to silence, her mind frozen with fear and other words on the tip of her tongue, aching to be said.
“Thank you. That doesn’t tell me anything though. Why do you stare at me?”
From somewhere deep inside bubbled compulsion that had no business showing its face. She took a deep breath and said evenly, “Because I think you’re pretty and sexy and I think I’m gay.”
There was a look of shock that passed over Megan’s face, but only for a split second before intrigue took its place. “Really? You think that you might be a lesbian? Cool—I’ve got some people that you need to meet, then.”
“You’re not shocked? Sickened? Disgusted?”
Megan waved her hand impatiently while she waited. “Hello? Have you seen the people that I hang around with? I’m bisexual, for heaven’s sake—I thought that you knew?”
She shook her head. “I had no idea.”
“Really, Gina, you should pay more attention to things. Come on, let’s go to lunch and talk.”
She followed her idol, her dream out of the door, forgetting about foreign cuisine and fairs for food. She was in her own personal heaven, following her first crush to the cafeteria.
Senior year just got better.
Rating: G
Fandom: None
Warnings: None
Summary: She wished that you could just look at her and know.
She peeked out from under her bangs to look across the room, memorizing each movement of a hand, the flutter of an eyelash and the pursing of lips.
It was crazy, this feeling inside her, but she couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop wishing that Megan would just look up at her. Just look up, see her face, and know. Know how much she meant to her. Know how she felt deep inside, hidden away with all the other shameful secrets and dark things that paralyzed her.
The teacher was talking again about the fair, the one that they were supposed to bring food to. It was hard to breathe, to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. She was distracted by the click of heels on the mundane tile floor, a soft giggle and whispers that intimated closeness.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
“So, next Friday we’ll expect each one of you to bring enough of an ethnic dish so we can all try it. If everyone does their part, the Food Fair ought to turn out well.”
She lowered her eyes to the blank notebook paper and picked at the metal spiral that held the papers together.
The bell rang and there was a mad rush for the door, feet pounding around her and drowning out the beating of her heart in her ears. She waited until the noise faded into the background, then bent to gather her backpack from the floor next to the desk.
She raised her eyes a millimeter and saw a pink stiletto heel just in her line of sight. Looking up slowly, she took in the curve of a calf, the tight line of her thighs.
She paused at the sight of breasts, then finished with the sight of the person standing in front of her, twisting her fingers.
Megan looked disturbed, to say the least. “I’ve seen you watch me in class all the time. Why do you stare at me like that?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess…well, you’re pretty…” Her voice trailed off to silence, her mind frozen with fear and other words on the tip of her tongue, aching to be said.
“Thank you. That doesn’t tell me anything though. Why do you stare at me?”
From somewhere deep inside bubbled compulsion that had no business showing its face. She took a deep breath and said evenly, “Because I think you’re pretty and sexy and I think I’m gay.”
There was a look of shock that passed over Megan’s face, but only for a split second before intrigue took its place. “Really? You think that you might be a lesbian? Cool—I’ve got some people that you need to meet, then.”
“You’re not shocked? Sickened? Disgusted?”
Megan waved her hand impatiently while she waited. “Hello? Have you seen the people that I hang around with? I’m bisexual, for heaven’s sake—I thought that you knew?”
She shook her head. “I had no idea.”
“Really, Gina, you should pay more attention to things. Come on, let’s go to lunch and talk.”
She followed her idol, her dream out of the door, forgetting about foreign cuisine and fairs for food. She was in her own personal heaven, following her first crush to the cafeteria.
Senior year just got better.
