The Missing Tales

Chapter - III

During the next few months, Amy and I grew a lot closer than before, we occasionally had sleepovers at each other’s house from time to time. Surprisingly her mother already knew me even though we never met each other before. Meredith, her mother, just like her daughter was one of the sweetest persons I’ve ever met, her cooking was a dream, she used to make us all kinds of sweets.

At one of the few conversations we had, she told me why Amy would occasionally bring me cupcakes before class. That was one of the ways she found how to make her stop talking about me all the time.

Amy sometimes could be a babbling machine, especially about the things she loved the most. And one of the things she loved was conspiracy theories, she could talk all day about them, nonstop.

Her favorite one was J.F.Ks death.

She believed that his death was programmed by the government, which I thought was ludicrous, but she would go so deep into that belief. The way she spoke about it was so passionate that she almost had me convinced, even though most of the things she said were bogus.

That nut head, of course, it wasn’t programmed... right...anyway.

The time Amy and I spent together was amazing, she was such a unique and loveable person. She loved comic books, had the singing voice of an angel and was a huge rock fan. Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Rolling Stones she loved them all, and more the most impressive was that she knew all the songs.

That made me love her even more because it was my favorite music genre.

Everything with her felt easy and right, she valued me for what I was, Amy never took me for granted. This made me treasure her even more because she was so different from my previous friends, especially Fiona.

She was what a real friend should be

With Amy, I knew I could always be my goofy, nerdy self without the fear of her judging me or trying to change me towards her image. Amy just like my brother always encouraged me to love and never be afraid of who I am.

As time progressed I started to develop strange feelings for Amy, the same feelings I once had for Fiona. But they were different this time because Amy encouraged them to flourish, with every kind word and display of affection I gave her she would always answer back with more.

When I held her hand afraid of the scary movies we would watch in my room, she would grab me by the shoulder and hold me tight. We would even cuddle from time to time, and talk about the most random things. Our unusual display of affection never fazed the both of us, we enjoyed each other’s company.

Slowly we got more intimate, I remembered when we almost kissed when we were baking cupcakes, or should I say making a mess at her house. When we baked Amy would put the strawberry frosting on my cheek to tease me, she knew I hated how my face got sticky after.

So when we were baking again she did just that, but right after, she did something different. She started to kiss the frosting away from my cheek, usually, she would start laughing and I would wipe it away.

But what surprised me the most was that I was letting her do it, I loved every time she kissed me on the cheek. I grew so accustomed to her doing this that I did not mind her putting the strawberry cover on my face anymore, I would even do the same to her sometimes and she wouldn’t mind.

But one day this little play of ours got a little heated when we almost kissed each other on the lips. While she was getting ready to take the cover off my face, I accidentally, yes accidentally, turned my face to tell her something, we were talking about comic books, the same old argument of who was better, Batman or Superman. When she kissed the corner of my lips, needless to say, that my heart went from 0 to 100 real quick, and the atmosphere between us became thick.

We both turned away quickly, I did it so I could hide the huge red mess that was my face, and I bet she was doing the exact same. But soon all of this fun and games between me and Amy took a different turn and soon I found myself kissing her for the first time, my first and only kiss.

I can still recall that moment like it was yesterday, the taste, the unique feeling of her lips on mine is something I’ll never dare to forget.

We walked into her room arguing about rock bands like I said Amy was a die-hard rock fan. It was one of the things that took me by surprise because from the first few times we spoke I assumed she was into gospel stuff since she was a very Christian person, due to her dad being one as well.

But even her bedroom confirmed my initial suspicion, it was always amazingly tidy every time I came by. It had religious decorations all around, but the one thing who wold caught the eye was the huge cross on the wall above her bed.

“Lilly stop there is no way in heaven that Queen is better than Rolling Stones”, Amy said slamming her hand in her forehead as we were entering into her bedroom.

One funny thing about her was that she never used the word “hell”, I always tried to annoy her by poking her to oblivion or getting her face full of chocolate cupcake cover so she could say it but she never did.

“Oh come on Amy, of course, they are, have you seen Fredy Mercury vocals, Oh my god he’s such a dream” I was such a Queen fangirl at the time, I toned down a little bit but back in the day I was obsessed, I had Queen posters all over my bedroom.

“Wow. You’re such a mainstream fangirl. You need to start listening to better music”, Amy said to me laughing at my dreamy face while I was talking about Fredy.

“And you an old head ass. By the way, Queen songs are better than most of the songs of your favorite band” I snarked at her, she hated when I called her “old head”. For her, it was like calling her favorite bands outdated and as I said before she was a die-hard rock fan and Rolling Stones were her beloved ones.

“No I’m not, and Rolling Stone songs are great unlike Queen’s” in 1973 they were but my fangirl heart was way too stubborn to acknowledge that she was right.

“Yeeeeah right... Seven Seas of Rhye is better than any song that they have” Amy’s eyes widen in shock at my statement.

“Do really you believe that Seven Seas of Rhye is better than songs like Brown Sugar and Tumbling Dice?”

And there it goes my fangirl heart again.

“Yes”, I answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Amy had a look of disbelief in her face, she was acting like I committed the biggest sin she had ever seen, but immediately her whole demeanor changed, as a smug grin appeared on her face.

“I shouldn’t be surprised, this is coming from a girl that thinks Elvis Presley was a way better guitarist than Jimi Hendrix. And I quote “oh he’s such a dream Amy ” ” she was now laughing at me, just like Queen I was a huge fan of Elvis plus I had a little crush on him, I was 13 so give me a break.

“Oh shut up!” I could not hide the blush that started to form on my face.

“Ohhh she’s blushing... look at me I’m Lillian and I have a huge crush on Elvis. Tell me, Lilly, when is the marriage going to be ?” I was blushing even harder this time.

Amy always did this when she was teasing me, mimicking my voice to make me feel embarrassed, she taught it was cute. But she went too far this time because she started to make hand gestures to pretend like Elvis and l were kissing.

I was pissed.

“Oh no Amy you are so dead ”

I immediately started to chase her around the room while she was mocking me, making kissing sounds, and playing with her hands faking kisses between me and Elvis. Once I caught her I tackled her on to the bed and began to tickle her as hard as I could demanding her to apologize for embarrassing me.

Squirming in my gasp she yelled no to my demands, begging me to stop my tickling assault, she was laughing so hard, it was incredibly funny seeing her like that. After a few seconds of tickling time, she finally raised her hands in surrender acting like she was about to apologize.

I immediately stopped so I could hear her apologies, but she took me by surprise when she flipped me back down on the bed switching our positions.

Amy was now straddling me, our faces just a few inches from one other with her forehead touching mine, leaving a burning sensation throughout my whole body. My heart was pumping hard against my chest, that was the closest I’ve got to Amy since our little incident in the kitchen.

Her hazel eyes were now shut, while mine traveled delicately around her beautiful face, stoping on her perfect lips making the feelings I had for her wake up instantly.

That was the first time I’ve ever acknowledge I was falling for someone, and that someone was Amy Collins, a girl.

“Amy please don’t hate me... I-I think I might be falling for you... I-I know that falling for a girl is wrong a-and maybe you don’t feel the same as I do and all... plus your religion doesn’t approve it but I...”

I was rambling so hard that Amy had to intervene by putting her index finger on my mouth to shut me up. As soon as she did that I quickly averted my eyes from hers, extremely afraid of her reaction and embarrassed from making a fool of myself.

Apparently, Amy wasn’t angry or disgusted by me because she started to move loose strands of hair out of my face while caressing my left cheek with her backhand. And after a second of silence that felt like a million years, she finally broke it with her graceful voice.

“Lilly... please look at me. I know enough about my religion to know that God doesn’t condemn the feelings I have for you and you for me... he thought me from a young age to “Love one another as I loved you” “.

“So... that means th...”

“It means that I love you, Lillian”

She loved me, Amy Collins loved me, and with her, it wasn’t an empty “I love you” because these types of feelings, in general, for Amy, were hard to express. She spontaneously saying that she loved me meant more than it looked, it meant that she was serious about all of this.

I had goosebumps all over my body, I could not contain the wide grin and the huge blush that appeared all over my face. After her revelation she finally, she asked what I secretly wanted all of this time but never got the courage to.

“Can I kiss you?”

And with a simple nod from me, she gently cupped my cheeks and slowly joined our lips together. Our lips fitted perfectly and moved in unison like they were flawlessly made for each other. After our first kiss, Amy and I started to behave like some sort of a couple.

We never made anything official like call each other girlfriend but we would cuddle, we held picnics at the park, we would stargaze from time to time and even sing songs to one another.

But still, we never did any public display of affection because all of this was new to us, none of us ever dated someone before even less a girl, and we knew people would never understand us if we did, especially at school.

Girls already picked on Amy and soon started to do the same to me for no valid reason what so ever, simply because she and I were friends. If they knew she was dating a girl and that girl was me things would get a lot worse than they were.

So we never did anything more than to hug, still, that never stopped us from being the happiest duo around. We would put love letters with cupcakes on each other’s locker rooms, yeah we were cupcake freaks.

We would chase and tackle each other around in P.E class, the coach would get mad at us but she found it funny sometimes. Amy and I would have a blast during classes that earn us a few detentions but the teachers would always dismiss us earlier, we were A students.

Lunchtime who was my least favorite part of the day, became the best because Amy and I spent most of them on the school’s courtyard so I had the chance to be more affectionate towards her.

We held hands, we discreetly gave each other’s pecks on the cheek and we sang to one another. Some of this behavior from us didn’t go unnoticed, occasionally our classmates gave us the most disgusting looks you could ever see.

One thing I’ve learned from the people of my school was that they tended to hate things and people that stood out, especially the popular ones, group that my former friends and best friend were part of.

They grew so accustomed to being the only spotlight of the place, that as soon as someone dared to change their perfect little bubble they would see them as a threat. So they make their life mission to put that threat down no matter the what.

I’ve learned that the hard way, but unfortunately Amy learned as hard as anybody.

For some time we managed to get over all the wave of mean comments and annoying pranks people threw at us. We became stronger and resilient because we knew at the end of the day we always had each other to lean on. And I trusted that the love I had for Amy would get us through anything.

But little did I knew things would only get worse from that point on.