Us. (Lesbian Stories)

WHAT DO I DO?

DEMI

I am such a fool! Why did I do that?! I have gone and ruined the best thing that could have happened to me. Oh cupid, why make me feel attracted to something that does not feel the same way.

Since it is in the morning, it would be best to get ready. I got out of bed, I had a head splitting headache. You know, because of the crying and stuff. I put in Sam Smith's album and made my way to the shower where hopefully my misery will be washed off.

While showering, I cannot help but think of Leeyah. Her perfect face, perfect body, kissable lips. In the midst of thoughts, Not In That Way started playing and I could not hold it anymore.

And I hate to say I love you
When it's so hard for me
And I hate to say I want you
When you make it so clear
You don't want me

I'd never ask you cause deep down
I'm certain I know what you'd say
You'd say I'm sorry believe me
I love you but not in that way

And I hate to say I need you
I'm so reliant
I'm so dependant
I'm such a fool

When you're not there
I find myself singing the blues
Can't bear
Can't face the truth

You will never know that feeling
You will never see through these eyes

I'd never ask you
Cause deep down I'm certain I know what you'd say
You'd say I'm sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way

You'd say I'm sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way

LEEYAH

Today, I feel like a mess. I even called in sick at work. The guilt was eating me up inside, I am a very cruel person who does not deserve love.

I have rejected so many girls before but when I did that to Demi, I felt an incomprehensible pain  attack my heart.

I was sitting at the kitchen island, lacing up my combat boots. Today I was wearing a black and white shirt dress that stopped mid-thigh and my combat boots. I had made a decision in the shower to call Demi. She picked up after three rings.

"Hello," her voice was shaky, evidence of crying.

"Hi Demi, please don't hang up," I sounded desperate.

"I won't."

"Thank you, I just wanted to say I am sorry and please forgive me."

"I forgive you."

"Demi please talk to me, I'm sorry okay."

"What do you want me to say?! That I am not hurt? That I did not cry myself to sleep last night? or that I hate myself right now for being hung up on you?"

"Can we speak face to face? How about lunch?"

"Okay."

"Lets meet at Sandton City at 12 okay?"

"okay."

Well that went better than expected. It was still 10:38, enough time to get an 'I'm sorry' gift.

~

I was now nervously waiting at Maccas (McDonald's). She showed 10 minutes later looking very fine in tight skinny jeans and a casual tee that had "You can't twerk with us" written in italic bold font.

"Hi I'm sorry for being late, I don't know this place well," she said taking a seat opposite me.

"No problem, I ordered us Quarter Pounder Deluxes if you don't mind," She made a face I could not read "you can change the order if you don't want it."