Heart Of Iron (GirlxGirl)

Molatov Cocktails

We ended up on the roof of a random house, shooting down helicopters with bazookas, throwing molatov cocktails at police officers and occasionally pulling out a submachine gun to kill them off faster.

Of course, all in a game.

The cookies have been ready for ten minutes already and are now sitting on a large plate on the coffee table. Julie hadn't even glanced at it since getting it out, her eyes were stuck to the screen.

It seemed like she enjoyed blowing up cop cars and helicopters. Maybe this is why her mother doesn't like these games.

And finally, just a few minutes later, we were overwhelmed. Both of us had been killed.

Julie frowned and exhaled out of her nose. "I don't want to play anymore."

I laughed. "Fine by me."

"Let's watch TV again."

"Uh-huh."

I got on my knees, reaching over to turn off the console and put back the game. By the time I sat back with the remote in my hand, Julie had this weird look on her face.

"What?"

She turned away, cheeks turning a slight pink color. "Not-ing."

I narrowed my eyes before switching the input back to TV. "Cookies are behind your head by the way."

Julie then turned around bringing the plate over in front of us, grabbing two cookies and handing one to me. I began channel surfing, taking a small bite of the cookie all the while.

"I remember the first time I made cookies," Julie said, staring at the screen with her legs crossed and already going for her second cookie. "It was with my dad and I was like, ten."

I nodded, my channel surfing now slowing down.

"We decided that we didn't need measuring cups, so we just put the ingredients together without actual measurements," she continued, a smile on her face. "We made two batches, one I made and one he made."

She laughed a little. "When they were done his looked lumpy and kind of uncooked. Mine were fluffy and were like a mix between a burnt pancake and a cookie." She scrunched up her face. "They both tasted like crap."

I couldn't help but to smile a little. Still wondering what this little story is for.

"But you know what?" She looked at me, her face serious yet she still looked like a unhappy little kid. "It wasn't about the cookies, we were bonding."

I see now.

A bonding speech mixed in with a sweet story about she and her dad.

"Is this because I don't think making cookies together is actual bonding?"

"Yes," she said, now sitting straight and staring at me. "And now I've told you something personal, so you have to tell me something personal."

I know what she's getting at now. Maybe I can get her to stray away from the topic.

"It doesn't work that way."

"In my book it does."

"But not mine."

"Just tell me." Julie planted her hands on the ground, moving her body so she faced me fully.

"Tell you what?"

"You know what."

"Do I?"

"Yes."

She isn't giving up.

"I'll tell you," I said, but quickly held a finger up before she'd feel too much victory. "But, you have to tell me something."

She tilted her head, still staring at me and grabbing a cookie. It was an odd sight but I decided to pay no mind to it. "What?"

"Tell me exactly what Alice said to you when I didn't go to school."

Julie pursed her lips and stared at me hard. "Nuh."

"Then I won't tell you," I said with a smirk.

"Why can't you tell me who she was to you?" She asked her eyebrows furrowed and a frown on her lips. She was serious about this.

"Why can't you tell me what she said to you?" I shot back.

"Because," she looked at me with this expression that just didn't fit. "She told me not to."

"Or what?"

"Or she'll take you back," she mumbled, looking down at the ground.

"Take me back?"

Julie nodded, biting her lips and looking at some random place around the room. "She said that, I need to keep my distance, that..." Julie paused for a moment. "That she knows you a lot more."

Huh. A lot more.

"A lot more? That's all she said?"

"Well, it was heavily imply-"

"Yeah, I know." I sighed, slumping my shoulders. Now I have to tell her a story too. "It was true."

"What do you mean?"

"We were together at one point," I told her. "Not anymore though, it's been about a year since then."

Julie pulled her knees to her chest, laying her head on her knees with this defeated look. "What happened."

"She was being a bitch."

Julie gave me a look and I couldn't help but to laugh at it. Bored and unsatisfied eyes looked weird on her.

"Okay fine, she just said some big lies once people started catching on to the relationship." My smile dropped just thinking about it. "She was afraid of being rejected from the school, not that the majority would, you know how many people are nowadays. All into the LGBT shit and shoving it into everyone else's face if they aren't into it too."

Julie giggled a little and I just continued.

"They looked down at it because people desperately trying to pursue someone that clearly doesn't like them back was not accepted, for good reason of course." I smiled grimly. "The thing was, was that Alice was the one who started it, ended up saying that she was only 'giving the dyke a chance' because she was scared of the small amount of people that hated the idea of it."

"Wow." Julie suddenly look angry, like an angry toddler. "Alice is a B word."

I nodded in agreement, deciding not to comment on the fact that she refuses to swear. "She is, which is the reason why I'm not going to ever talk to her again."

Julie looked up at me with big eyes. "You won't?"

"I wont."

A/N: Really short one today, sorry it came a bit late. Chapter almost seems unfinished too, I know. Welp, but who cares, it's here now.