Raindrops [GirlXGirl]

» Tenth Scar

{'The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live.'}

ARISA

Sunday afternoon.

Sounded like it was just an ordinary day but my mind was constantly begging to submit. It was like all the dirty thoughts I had gathered in my brain formed like a bomb that was set to spark off anytime. It was very odd for me to feel like this. It wasn't the first time for me to be invited over by a beautiful girl but why I was so tense when it came to my angel?

Favorably, my recent doll was on a vacation trip with her family so I didn't get to talk to her about the plan. And I still had to think of something that could make her agree that she wasn't my type of girl as I had told Quinn last Thursday. I was hoping that she decides to discharge herself from school or maybe she could forget about all of me once she gets back.

But I knew that it was impossible. I never even had a proper breakup with her. In fact, I ignored her calls and messages throughout the entire break. Great, right?

As I stared at Quinn's house, I let out a deep breath before I stepped out of my Volkswagen Beetle car. Fretting foolishly, I looked at myself in the reflection of my car's window. I stroke my raven hair like I hadn't combed it properly for this day. Once satisfied, I ran my palm over my summer dress before I clamped my purse between my armpit and started to skip to her new painted house.

I strode into her porch and was about to knock on her door when I saw her sleeping on the outdoor couch on the far left side. Smiling at her weakest state, I went closer to my sleeping angel and bent down to get a good sight of her peaceful features. Did she forget that I was coming over or she waited for me here and fell asleep?

I brought my fingers to her loose blond hair and tucked it behind her ear gently. Tracing my fingers through her forehead softly, I leaned closer and kissed her lips hard but I immediately pulled away, curious about how the angel would look like waking up from a deep slumber.

However, she was still sleeping serenely so I frowned with a little smile on my lips. So my Quinn is a heavy sleeper.

I pressed my palm to her arm to wobble her awake but I noticed that she was holding a camera in her hand. Of course, damn curiosity got the best of me so I took it out of her weak hold cautiously.

Scanning through the pictures she'd taken, I looked at it with admiration. All were taken incredibly with stunning sceneries of every season. Snow falls through the winter. Sunset on the summer horizon. The floating leaves of the fall and the blooming flowers of spring were all taken professionally. Quinn loved photography. Duly noted.

Smiling in awe, I proceeded to scan more of her talent but my face fell in abhorrence when I saw a picture of her with Captain Bimbo as they hugged each other. Why did Khloe have to spoil everything? Like she was a one percent germ hiding beneath Quinn's ninety-nine percent purity.

I looked through some random button until I finally found the delete command and successfully pressed it without hesitation. But there was next to it with Khloe giving my angel a piggyback. I groaned, hating the fact that this bimbo seemed closer to her than I was. The last time I checked, this Khloe was straight as her narrow mind so why I was feeling jealous of her? Why do I feel threatened by this Khloe?

"What are you doing?"

I jumped slightly at Quinn's voice and I looked up at her stunned. She had these wrinkles between her brows as she dropped down her gaze to her camera that I wasn't supposed to be holding right now.

I laughed fretfully, trying to act like I was innocent. "Cool pictures you have here," I complimented, gesturing my hand to present her camera which was, by the way, a stupid thing to do when you got caught meddling.

Her eyes explored the empty space with an allusion of obscurity inside its hazel green magic. It always made my heart quiver in wonder but now it was giving me a little bolt of pain within me; like it was a tiny needle piercing my heart deeply. The purest type of pain I've never felt before.

"They're just pictures. There's nothing cool about them," she said, her tone was naked of bitterness but she was letting out a smile. She stood up, pulling me straight up by my hand, and began to yank me to the front door saying, "Sorry, I fell asleep. Why you didn't wake me up?"

I laughed softly. "I did. I gave you a kiss but you're such a heavy sleeper, you know."

She stopped dead on tracks while holding the doorknob and I felt her hand gone cold suddenly through my skin. As I creased my brow in confusion, my eyes raked down to her slender smooth legs, not knowing what expression she was making right now.

She turned slowly and gave me a smile; a smile that I've never seen before from her. It was insignificant and filled with hostility. "Really?" she said. "Can you please don't do it again? Just call my name next time, okay?"

"Okay," I only said, nodding my head lightly. Quinn is weird on Sunday, I guess. And there will be next time as she said so I should celebrate later. Really, Arisa?

She turned back from dragging me inside and before I could examine what her house looks like, she pushed me against the door and kissed me on my lips all of a sudden.

That meant something. She missed my lips that badly. We were alone in this house. Me, plus her. Equals obscene thoughts in my head.

Gathering my surprised self from her sudden move, my left arm enclosed her waist, pulling her closer against mine while my other arm wasn't capable to get busy at the moment, holding my purse and her camera as I kissed her back hungrily in response.

She pulled away breathless as I. Snaking her arms up around my neck, her forest eyes were locked with mine, her lips curved into a sweet smile. Back to the smile that could make my body tremble ridiculously.

"I've got movies so can you help me pop some corn in the kitchen?" she asked in a whisper, pressing her forehead against mine.

"Sounds like a good plan," I said so she yanked me again to her kitchen. I examined the interior, seeing that it was an old-style house with a lot of antique furniture around but some stuff was new and looked like it was bought yesterday. They were new to this town so that all made sense to me.

I watched as she took out a couple of popcorn from the kitchen cabinet and I was about to lend her a hand when I noticed a note pinned against their refrigerator.

I frowned and read it loudly, "An advice for my Quinn today: Don't forget the dirty talks you tolerantly trained for a year from the mythological Sexopedia we discovered thousands of years ago under my bed. Love lots, K.S.?"

I turned to Quinn confused and I found her gaping at the note with a shocked expression on her face.

"Who's K.S.?" I asked, trying not to think of the horrible idea this person was talking about on the note. My Quinn? Sexopedia? Dirty talks? It seemed like this person was making a s****l point.

She burst out laughing, taking the note hastily and torn it into pieces before she threw it in the garbage under the sink. "Sneaky cousin. Can't get over the fact that I am more attracted to girls than some boy he recommended me to hook up with."

She was not making sense... at all. What her attraction does have to do with mythological Sexopedia that they strangely discovered thousands of years ago? Not to mention, under this unknown bed.

"Oh, okay," I said suspiciously.

She smiled, giving me the popcorn, and c****d her head cutely in the microwave's direction.

I put it inside, set the timer right, and clicked the popcorn button to give it the right amount of heat.

She sat at the counter beside me and I stared down at her smooth thighs under her khaki shorts. She was wearing a tank top while her blonde hair was pulled up into a bun with a few loose golden tresses on one side of her face. In short, she was sexy as heaven. Was she trying to seduce me?

"Are you done checking me out?" she asked which made me blush in embarrassment from getting caught. Really, Arisa? You are supposed in control. Not her. You are supposed to make her fall for you. Not her.

I got myself together and wrapped her waist possessively. "Yeah, I'm done. Can we talk dirty now?" I asked with poise, putting the damn note to my own advantage.

Her mouth opened slightly at my dare and then she laughed blissfully against the sound of the spinning popping popcorn in the microwave.

"Can you?" she asked and leaned down to meet my lips but the sound of the microwave dingle, indicating that our movie popcorn was now ready to eat, made her stop halfway.

She gave me a playful smirk before she pushed me gently away from her and hopped down to transfer the popcorn to the huge bowl.

Once she finished, I trailed behind her as we headed upstairs to her room. Expectedly, her room was light simple with a huge screen across her fluffy queen-sized bed.

She rummaged through the drawers of her nightstand after she put down our bowl of popcorn over it.

When I sat on the edge of her soft bed beside her, she handed me a couple of movies to choose from.

"Your choice," she said, and then her phone rang loudly inside her pocket.

I stared at her warily while listening to her stupid ringtone, recognizing the voice of some bimbo who was singing the song 'Physical by Olivia Newton-John'.

My angel's cheek was painted with a different shade of red as she fumbled in her pocket in panic. "I should take this."

"You should," I replied sulkily and she headed into her bathroom that was adjacent to her own bedroom.

I turned around and collapsed down on the bed with my stomach against the silk mattress, sighing. Why this Khloe always get in our way? Doesn't she have other things to do instead of ruining my day with Quinn alone?

Sighing again, I scanned the movies that Quinn gave to me but my brows creased again as I read all the titles in disbelief. Unfaithful. The Perfect Murder. Twilight. Deception. Mean Girls. Elena Undone. Snow White and the Huntsman. What the? It was almost all about cheating.

Once I heard Quinn opened the door and shut it closed, I chose to stay quiet, pretending that I was busy choosing through all this shitty movie she gave me.

I heard her let out a deep breath before I felt her body crawled on me, her chest was on my back while she rested her chin on my shoulder, hugging me close. The position made me turn on so I controlled myself from jumping her at this moment.

"Are you mad?" she asked and I could imagine she was now pouting behind me.

"No."

"You're mad," she finalized.

I rolled my eyes. "You seem like you're enjoying your time with Khloe more than with me."

She hummed and then I felt her lips on my neck tenderly. "Well, I must admit. Khloe is awesome to be with. She's nothing but nice to me and I want her to be one of those close friends that you can tell your biggest secret with. Though we are differently closer."

"How different?" I asked, shuffling through the movie case unconsciously.

She giggled and tilted vaguely on the side to look at me but my eyes stayed down because I knew if I responded to her gaze, I would lose without a doubt.

However, she cupped my cheek with one hand and forced me to stare at her so I found her smiling beautifully with her dimples shaping through her face.

"Well, I can't do this with her," she whispered, and then she kissed my lips.

Automatically, I responded and our head made a dance as our lips molded perfectly together. Quinn's kisses were everything compared with all the encounters I had. Hers, felt like she was afraid of something yet she was still fighting against it. Gentle, passionate, and weak. So it made my desire develop stronger to the point I wanted myself to be her own support in every moment.

I whimpered when she broke the dance apart and she giggled at my reaction so I buried my face in her neck bashfully.

"C'mon, we are supposed to watch movies," she said, kissing me on the top of my head.

I nodded and settled for the one I haven't watched yet.

******

Were we supposed to watch movies?

Then why the popcorn was set aside and the movie was playing without anyone watching it.

Why I was under this beautiful girl while she had this contagious playful smirk on her swollen lips? Both of her hands were restricting mine on each side as she straddled me down, hovering on my burning body. And I was right, Quinn was not someone I expected her to be.

Since the movie started, we did nothing but kiss. And I was sure that the credit was now rolling down indicating that we were making out for already more than an hour.

Quinn was really weird on Sunday. In a good way, of course, so I reminded myself to mark this very day as my happy day.

"Risa," my angel called out in a whisper and leaned down to consume my lips in full again like I was some unique dessert that doesn't deserve to eat bit by bit due to its extraordinary taste.

But for her, it was the other way around. She was aware that she could devour me endlessly without making me less to nothing.

I moaned, arching my head back as her lips slid down to my chin before she sucked my bottom lips exotically. She advanced to explore downward as she nibbled my neck mildly while my hands were trying to fight against her firm hold on my wrists. However, I had failed due to the reason that her touch sent a thousand tremors all over my body, making me helpless.

Eyes closed. Fixed body. And my pounding heart. I felt her hand traced down on my arm and ended up on my back, surprised that she was stripping me naked as she pulled the zipper of my summer dress down.

My eyes grew wide. "Don't you think this is too fast?" I reasoned out, my voice was filled with lust and at the same time, panic.

Damn it, Arisa. Did you really ask that question? Never in your days, you had to ask that question while you were hooking up with someone, stripping them naked.

My angel slightly rose up, her eyes shut closed in disappointment while she bit her lip in an erotic manner. Maybe she was thinking about her sudden action. An action I believed that she wasn't capable to do. At least, not yet.

I nervously waited for her answer.

Seconds...

And then, at last, her eyes opened in uncertainties and whispered softly to me, "I wish my time with thou art like tales of a fairy. Saving you today as yesterday, I fell for thou instantly. And tomorrow we will fall asleep together. Living happily ever after and forever."

Her words made me stunned. My head was light in bliss as her sudden words slowly fell within me. Did she just say she fell for me in an instant or I was just making an assumption?

She straightened up so I immediately sat up, pulling her waist as I brought our body closer once again.

She giggled unsteadily. My body followed in her reaction while she was still sitting on my lap comfortably.

My brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

She smiled, running her fingers softly through my hair. "You're right."

I laughed awkwardly, rubbing my palms against her hips. "I-It's okay. I think we should continue this. I-It's not fast. It's not fast at all."

That's right, Risa. Rant like you're a stupid p*****t who desperately begging for some action.

She looked down and then her eyes narrowed in confusion. "This is cool. Where did that come from?" she asked so I dropped my gaze down, realizing that my dress and brassier were dropped down slightly, revealing half of my breast.

I snapped, pulling my dress up. Not embarrassed that she'd almost seen my pinkish n*****s but by the fact that she had found my scar which was drawn horizontally on the left side of my chest.

"It's just a scar. There is nothing cool about it," I said, looking at her intently.

She stared at me for a moment before she grasped my hands that were still holding my dress up firmly.

The contact made me shiver thousand more times as her gaze seemed like a cloud, shielding me from my own strength.

She let out a deep breath and her next question made my heart leap in fear.

"If it's just a scar, then why are you crying right now?"

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