STATIC (LGBT)

Chapter 31.1

Okay guys. Sorry it's taken so long. But anyways, this chapter includes a little more on Simone, for those who don't know about her and extra info for those who do. She's gonna have something to do in the future of this story so keep on reading :D

Next half-chapter is all about the concert and how all of that unfolds. And the NEXT chapter includes more lovey-dovey stuff for all those cheesy people out there.

kewk :3

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Just imagine this: Zoë in a woman’s suit. Long hair left loose in carefully made waves. Eyes lighting up with excitement but the formality of the event obliging her to keep her cool…

I have to admit it. She looked sexy.

Yes, sexy. First and last time I’m saying that.

Before I could turn around, Zoë glanced at me with her blue eyes and smirked inside the changing room. She had brought her stuff along with her after she went to the salon earlier on the afternoon. It was now 6pm and everyone was ready at the backstage. You could hear, even from this place, how the school auditorium was filled with people. I didn’t dare to go see how many. I’d most definitely freak out if I did.

“What are you staring at?” Zoë asked me as she buttoned up her shirt.

I looked to the side, slightly blushing both from the being caught staring and from the fact she’d just changed in front of me. I think that’s why I felt that she looked… sexy… because I had just been exposed to a situation when I had previously not been too bothered about, sort of.

“Nothing…” I mumbled standing up and shaking my head. “Ready now?”

As I started walking across the room towards the exit, Zoë stared at me. In a way that had a nervous effect on my body.

“What?” I asked her frowning once I was next to her.

Zoë still stood looking the opposite way, so when looked at me straight in the eyes she had to turn her face towards my direction.

She grinned, grabbed my hand and turned me to face her directly as she turned her body as well. “In that dress, Alex, let me tell you that you look more than just amazing.”

“Geez, thanks.” I told Zoë… Yeah, that was a little mean of me. But if I were to get caught up in her flirting we’d probably be late. I didn’t even want to accompany her to the changing rooms for this exact reason. Of course though, she convince me on coming.

“I’m serious.” Zoë said pulling me closer. “Red dress, hair down, black heels, contact lenses… totally beautiful… Not that you’re not usually, but right now I can’t take my eyes off from you. Concentrating tonight will be hard.”

Ugh. I hate her for this.

I pulled my hands quickly off from her grip on them, grabbed her face and kissed her quickly, hard and softly to shut her up. “Ok. Let’s go.”

I turned on my heels, literally, and exited the changing room. I could tell from the lack of sounds that I had just left Zoë astounded. Despite my blushing face, I couldn’t help but smirk a little… and chuckle. This is the first time I’ve left Zoë like that.

I guess there’s a first time for everything huh?

Anyways, once I was getting closer to the mass of teenagers behind the stage with their instruments in hand I couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous knot in my stomach. Everyone seemed so calmed… everyone. Even Simone who had barely started practicing the songs this week in the harp. I mean, yes, we’ve got another genius around but… argh!

“You okay?” Talking about the devil.

I turned around having pretended to ignore her existence for now. Not because I didn’t like her or anything, actually I had a really neutral opinion of her, but because I tried to ignore the fact that I was the only one freaking out here.

“You’re nervous, huh?” Simone said taking her arm off from the back of the provisional chair next to her. “Don’t try to hide it, I’ve seen enough nervousness in my life so it’s quite impossible for me to miss it.”

The girl’s mostly green eyes looked up at me cooly.

Hm… Maybe it’s the fact that Simone is new, or the fact that I know she has a twin who’s not been mentioned so far since she’s got here, or because I know she couldn’t had changed so much in around 4 years, or my intuition that make me feel like there’s something that’s weighing down on her shoulders.

Even so, I don’t think it has to do with me.

“Yeah. I guess.” I told her.

Simone patted the seat next to her. “We still have 10 minutes to go before we go in. I don’t talk much so you can sit here. Although judging on how you’ve been wondering around since you got out of the changing room, leaving you alone to think is probably gonna give you a nervous breakdown.”

I looked around realizing she’s probably right. In these kinds of moments I usually overthink and… yeah, not exactly a good thing.  So I slumped on the metal seat next to her, crossing my arms over my red dress and looked to the side at Simone whose arm was back on the back of my chair and was having her head propped against her hand. She almost looked bored.

It took me a few seconds, but I evaluated that I really didn’t have anything to lose here. “You’re strange by the way.”

“Hm… really?” Simone said not even glancing at me. “How so?”

“You don’t seem like before.” I said looking straight ahead now. I think right now I didn’t want to look at Simone. It feels like I’m intruding into something.

“Well, let that be the same thing about you.” Simone said, her voice sounding a little sarcastic but honest. “You’ve changed since back then. After what I heard happened in that L.A. concert you were pretty much an anti-social freak.”

“Well, that’s how it was.” I admitted, sighing.

“Well,” Simone started, using the same sentence structure as my last once, “You’re still a little anti-social but it seems you’ve got yourself an interesting girlfriend. How are things with her? I mean, Zoë’s a pretty nice person.”

I felt myself go red. We hadn’t told anyone we’re going out… did she assume it or does she know from a valid and unknown source?...

“No need to hide it, it’s quite obvious.” Simone said.

“Things are fine.” I said, shortly. I didn’t really want to talk about Zoë right now. One, because it makes me blush and two, because it reminded me of the concert about to come. And because of that, I didn’t shut up in time. “How is Amanda? Your twin?”

Suddenly, I felt the back of my chair lose some weight and I couldn’t help but turn to Simone. Her hands were on her lap, curled into fists already showing white knuckles. Her arms seemed tense in agitation and from then on I simply knew I’d touched a rough spot.

“Sorry.” Obviously, I didn’t know what to say.

Simone glance at my eyes. And it was different. A different expression. One I had never seen before. It… just held so much sadness in comparison to the cool image she’d just held a few minutes ago. “It’s fine. It’s not you, it’s something else.”

I regarded her and it amazed me how I hadn’t reacted to her… well, reaction. Even though I was lost at words.

It crossed my mind that Zoë probably knows what’s nagging at me about Simone. Zoë just knows how to talk to every person she meets so Simone must’ve told her what she hasn’t told me. What’s bothering her right now…

It might sound cold, but I really shouldn’t push it. It doesn’t involve me.

Suddenly, Zoë was crouching in front of me and kissing me quickly right in front of Simone.

“Come on,” Zoë said, “We’re starting.”

I think that… when she pulled me off the chair, after that vengeful surprise, she nodded at Simone.

Certainly, there was something going on with that girl.