"WAVERLY!" Wynonna bursts into her apartment with a frantic cry. "Waverly!" She called again, walking through the living room, and squinting at the unwashed dishes by the sink. Waverly loves doing the dishes. Willa used to tease her about it when they were kids, but little Waves never cared. No matter how odd of a hobby it was, Wynonna had always known that it's her sister's own way to cope and find peace. So there's no way Waverly would wanna miss out the chance to clean a bunch of dirty plates--
Unless something's up.
When Wynonna found that Waverly's not in her room, she clenched her jaw tight and ran towards her own room. Waverly's not there either.
Wynonna scoured for the bathroom.
There, she found her sister sitting on the toilet seat, her cheeks wet and her eyes red like she had just bawled out crying.
"Waverly. Goddamnit." She puffed a subdued breath out of her lungs. "You got me worried sick. Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you call me?" She let out sigh and leaned to the side of the doorframe, relieved though a little pissed. "What happened?"
Waverly snorted and tried to wipe tears off off her face, but it didn't do much, really. "You're home early." She forced herself to smile, saying that sentence as if pretending Wynonna hadn't said anything and that today was a normal day. When her big sister approached her and wrapped her arms around her, Waverly cradled into her touch and buried her face to the crook of her neck, muffling her cries.
"I'm so dizzy, Wynonna. Everything's spinning."
"You're hungover, that's what." Wynonna then shushed her and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I woke up with the worst headache, then-- then I was fine, but then Champ came over--"
"Fucking Champ came here?"
"Yeah, and we fought, and he left."
Wynonna fought the urge to yell. Just the thought of Champ entering this place makes her want to vomit. She didn't express it, though. She just took a deep breath and said, "Okay. It's okay, baby girl. Don't think about it for now, okay?" She pulled away from her sister to get a better look at her, as well as wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Gosh, Waves. You dummy. Stop crying, okay? He's not worth the tears. Come on. Let's get outta here. Feels weird having a convo in the bathroom, jeez."
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The two sisters sat next to each other on the bar stools, and Wynonna made them a half-assed spaghetti for lunch. They barely exchanged words there-- Wynonna took careful sips of her favorite whiskey just to find something to do. She's waiting for Waverly to say something. The silence lasted for what felt like hours, until Wynonna couldn't take it anymore and decided to speak up:
"It was Nicole who told me."
Waverly tensed next to her. "What did she say?" She muttered, quiet and careful.
"That she found you drunk and alone, and that Champ left you there."
"Did she say anything else?"
"Just that she drove you home."
"Oh." Waverly's voice only grew smaller.
"She's a good kid."
"I know she is." Waverly still couldn't muster up the courage to look back at her sister.
"Waves." Wynonna murmured, soft but assertive.
"What?"
"What happened? Now, you gotta tell me, otherwise I'll just keep on guessing for the worst and I'll beat up that sucky boyfriend of yours."
Waverly shook her head, taking a deep breath and thinking hard to come up with something that would upset her sister the least. "It's just-- it's nothing, really. I lost Champ in the crowd and some guy pulled me and groped me and Nicole just happened to be there at the right time. She knocked the guy out. She's a badass."
"Some guy... WHAT?"
"I'm fine, Wynonna."
"NO, you are NOT fine. Nobody touches my baby sister without her consent! Why didn't you call me?!? Why--"
"THIS is exactly why I don't want you to know in the first place!" Waverly rolled her eyes and groaned. Her hands were shaking, so were her lips, as if she was holding back her rage:
"Where were you, when the kids at school called me a slut just for being your sister?" There. She said it, and she didn't feel like taking it back. She went on, "Where were you, when--when Curtis died? You didn't even stay at the house long enough to talk to me, Wynonna. You just came there, threw in some roses on the tombstone and drank your butt off at Shorty's. Next morning you left me and Gus, and I didn't think you would come back! So stop pretending like you care, because your track record's not good enough!"
Wynonna just sat there and stared at her little sister with a blank look. She dawned a big gulp of her whiskey before she stood up and walked up to the kitchen sink, carrying the silence with her like she knew she earned it. Dissappointment's been a familiar shadow to her for years now. She didn't think it would hurt to hear such words, but hearing them coming out of Waverly just tore open a deeper cut in her heart.
"I'm trying to make things right, okay?" She finally spoke, though the admission weighed heavy on her. "I know I haven't been around much, but I'm trying, and the only thing I want-- is for you to be happy, Waves." She bit her lip, closed her eyes and went on, "and I know it feels weird being around me sometimes but, I love you, okay? So please never, ever tell me that I don't because that's just, not cool, dude."
"I drank a little bit of your whiskey when you're away." Waverly confessed, looking shy and little now.
Wynonna sighed. "Figured."
"Wynonna," Waverly finally looked up at her sister. "I'm just-- I'm, so confused. I don't know what I want, and it just drives me crazy-- like, I wanna figure things out--And right now I suddenly feel like a stranger to myself-- I don't even know if that makes sense, but, point is I'm working on a blank slate right now, and I don't know anything, and I just hate it, you know? I hate it, but I don't know what to do."
Wynonna set her drink down on the table and leaned her back against the kitchen island. She folded her arms and looked at Waverly, carefully studying her. "I think we both know I'm definitely not the best the best person to talk to when it comes to adulting, huh?"
This made Waverly smile and chortle. "Tell me about it."
"Well," Wynonna took a deep breath, "You're facing all these new stuff, baby girl. The city, the studies, a loser of a boyfriend, and... a very unexpected case of sexual harrassment-- fuck. I can't not know his name, okay? Tell me who he is so I can beat his ass. Please."
"No." Her sister gave her a knowing look. "I appreciate it-- but I don't wanna have you fighting my battles anymore, Wynonna. All I need is you by my side telling me that you've got my back."
"Fine. You got it." Wynonna nodded with an eyeroll. Once she calmed down, she let out a sigh. "You got me, anytime, everytime, okay?"
Waverly nodded with a sweet smile.
"So..." Wynonna quirked a brow, " can we talk about Champ now?"
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Polaroid - A Wayhaught Fanfiction
Romance"You're straight, Waverly. You like boys." She said to herself as she looked into the mirror on the bathroom sink. "You like boys. You really do like them. You like them a lot." She blinked and found herself recounting every single romantic and sexu...
