Blue [Chaelisa]

fourteen

"Come, Rosie," Lisa whined, holding out her hand and trying to pull Chaeyoung into the bathroom. The blonde girl just bit her lip and stood her ground.

"You need to shower," Chaeyoung pulled her hand back and shook her head. "I'll be across the hall when you're done."

Lisa stuck out her bottom lip and shook her head, which caused small tufts of flour to fall to the floor around her feet. Chaeyoung looked down at her own hands, which were practically ghost white from the white powder.

"You are messy too," Lisa said softly, reaching out and grabbing Chaeyoung's hand once more. "Please?" she looked up hopefully, meeting Chaeyoung's eyes.

"Lisa, I-," Chaeyoung began, but lost her words when Lisa stepped forwards and tugged at the hem of her shirt.

"It is just a shower," Lisa shook her head and curled the ends of Chaeyoung's shirt around her fingers. "You need to be clean," she said quietly. Looking up at the older girl for approval, Lisa slowly began to lift Chaeyoung's shirt upwards. "I love you. Do not be scared."

Feeling her breath catch in her throat, Chaeyoung found herself growing nervous. Nervous? Nervous for what? She internally cursed herself. It was Lisa. She shouldn't be this scared to be so... exposed.

With a deep breath, she took a sidestep into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Lisa took this as a sign to continue, and she lifted up Chaeyoung's shirt. The blonde girl brought her arms above her head and allowed Lisa to remove the material from her torso.

It was silent for a few moments as Lisa traced her eyes over Chaeyoung's figure, familiarizing herself with the newly exposed skin. Chaeyoung held her breath.

"Pretty," Lisa mumbled, giving Chaeyoung a shy smile before reaching up to run her fingers through the girl's hair.

Chaeyoung exhaled slowly, beginning to calm down. This was Lisa. She had already exposed herself to the girl emotionally. This was just the next step, as innocent as it could get.

"Here," Chaeyoung whispered, gently rolling up the bottom of Lisa's hoodie. "Is this okay?" she asked nervously before biting her lip. Looking up at the younger girl, she tugged gently on the material.

"Yes," Lisa giggled softly, sensing Chaeyoung's anxiety. She lifted her arms as Chaeyoung pulled the heavy material over her head and let it fall to the floor. Once her torso was exposed, Lisa turned to the mirror and ran her hands over her collarbone.

"I am clean," Lisa said softly, studying herself in the mirror. She trailed her fingers over her own shoulder, almost as if she were in awe by her own skin. Chaeyoung grew confused.

"I thought the point of taking a shower was to get clean," Chaeyoung laughed nervously, unsure of what Lisa meant. The younger girl just shook her head, grabbing Chaeyoung's hand and placing it where her shoulder met her collarbone.

"Not like that," Lisa shook her head softly. "My skin. There are no bruises. I am not hurt," she slowly moved Chaeyoung's hand over to her shoulder.

The blonde girl studied Lisa's skin for a moment before nodding softly. She was filled with a mix of adoration and anger. Anger that someone would have ever hurt Lisa in the first place.

"And I intend on making sure you stay this way," Chaeyoung said softly after a few minutes of silence. She brought both of her hands up and ran them down Lisa's arms, lacing their fingers together. "You're safe now. No one's gonna lay a hand on you."

Lisa's lips pursed together slowly, as if she were deep in thought. Chaeyoung ran her thumb over the back of the younger girl's hand in an attempt to comfort her.