Within Our Walls | COMPLETED

4. Flower

Perhaps wishing to be alone for a limited amount of time before heading back to reality, was a bit too much for Sol to ask.

It hadn’t even been an hour — not even ten minutes had passed by — before Sol saw the door knob rotate then a smiling face popped into the room closing the door behind them — self invited.

No — that was surely something Sol told her, not once but twice yet here she was.

Staring at the woman, from head to toe, Sol’s eyes stopped on the plastic bag she had in hand — so she was planning on staying a lot longer than Sol hoped.

With a sigh, Sol stood. “June—”

“Just listen.” June spoke cutting Sol off, her hand gripping onto the door knob — she wasn’t taking chances, if Sol saw an opportunity they would certainly leave in a heartbeat.

“Did you have your lunch?” June had asked, cautiously eying Sol as they sat back down.

“I wasn’t hungry.”

“Are you hungry now?”

Sol shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Not the response June wanted neither was she satisfied with it, so she asked again — this time glaring instead of smiling.

“Are you hungry?”

Sol had their gaze fixed on the floor ignoring the question and obvious to the glare June was giving her, or wishing to be at least.

June cleared her throat loudly, twice, in order to grab her attention.

That gained a sigh from Sol — to think on it, they had been doing a lot of that thanks to June. “Damn woman. Yes, I’m hungry.” answered Sol glaring at her.

At that, June’s smile appeared again, skipping towards Sol — her mood really took a ninety degree turn and that might have creeped Sol.

“Good—” June sat right beside Sol, sliding the plastic bag filled with takeout in front of them. “So back to earlier, I didn’t see you in cafeteria and when I didn’t find you sulking at your desk — I knew you were here.”

“So?”

“I’m being nice.”

Sol gave her a nod, a slow and skeptical one. “You mean you are still trying to apologize.”

That wasn’t far from the truth, she still felt guilty about everything but that hadn’t been the only reason.

“And possibly become friends.” June added, smiling brightly at Sol.

“I’m no fun.” Sol mumbled, once they swallowed the food they had in their mouth.

“You are tolerable though.”

Sol chuckled. “Unlike everyone else here?”

“Yes.” June replied instantly.

“I can live with that.” Sol mumbled with a nod and a light smile on their face.

“So Sol—”

“Just Jump June.”

“What?” chuckling June shook her head, staring at Sol. The latter shrugged their shoulders, staring up from their food.

“Nothing, you were saying?”

“So Sol.” Sol hummed. June smiled then continued, “Anything I should know about you?”

Sol gave her a head nod, briefly taking their attention off the takeout. “I’m taller than you.” then returned to the food with their undivided attention.

June rolled her eyes. “Trust me. I can tell but anything else?” she asked.

“This is really good food.” Sol had mumbled or it seemed like it — it was very hard to tell with a mouth full of noodles.

“Sol?”

“Yeah, here try it.” Sol vigorously nodded their head right before holding a fork full to June — it was more of shoved than fed it to her, as they held the fork in her face where she reluctantly ate it. “Tasty?”

Sol did have a bright smile on their face as they asked while June purse her lips, simply giving Sol a head nod and resting her head against the wall.

Sol felt really bad, after all she had just been trying to start up a conversation between the two of them.

Sol tapped her shoulder, “I’m Sol, twenty seven years old and you darling?”

“June, twenty nine.” she briefly answered, a small smile on her face — not as bright as before.

“Tell me a story.”

Sol placed down the now empty takeout box.

“Why?” June stared at them confused and a bit shocked — that was very sudden and unlike them to do.

“You have a nice voice, I like and you seem like the type to have a lot of interesting stories.” Sol mumbled packing up the trash in the plastic bag. “—I also think I am a bad storyteller.”

Sol was so engrossed in cleaning up, they totally missed blush fill June’s cheeks.

June lightly placed her hands on both sides of her face, the room felt really hot. And while she had been in her little world, she barely noticed Sol slip out their jean jacket, slowly placing it over her legs.

Sol had been watching as she struggled with comfortably sitting in a tight skirt, on the ground, unlike Sol who had pants on.

June felt the fabric on against her skin, staring up she locked eyes with Sol’s — if her hands weren’t covering her cheeks, Sol would have seen her blush deepen.

“Tell me a story?” Sol asked again still staring into June’s eyes. June just gave them a nod in response — the words seemed so close, just at the tip of her tongue, but she wasn’t sure if they would be the right ones for the question.