The Quiet Ones [g x g]

Chapter 10

Soo before we go on, can I just ask a quick lil question? ships? as in: who do you ship? AND IM SORRY I LOST MOTIVATION AND BECAME DEPRESSERED FOR A WHILE BUT IM BACK SORRY I DID SOME SIDE PROJECTS IN THE MEAN TIME TO MAKE SURE I DIDNT LOSE MY TOUCH AND BTW ABOUT A WEEK AFTER TH FINAL CHAPTER IS UPLOADED ILL PROBABLY TAKE THE WHOLE THING DOWN TO EDIT FOR A WHILE COOL THANKS ENJOY I LOVE YALL

"So where are we going?" Erika asks, leaning forward to rest her chin on the seat.

"Nowhere and everywhere."

"Unless you're a timelord," I say, "That is beyond human comprehension so shut the fuck up."

Caitlyn grins, "Ooh, fancy words."

"So where are we going?" Erika repeats.

Caitlyn shrugs, "Whatever town looks coolest I guess."

"You sure you aren't just trying to take your mind off that week of school that's totally optional? You know, because you're gonna miss us?"

Caitlyn scoffs and looks away quickly. She chews on her lip and she looks . . . I don't know. I can't read her expression.

I study her worriedly, and least until she looks at me. In that case, there's no way I'm going to be that creepy stalker person who stares.

Wow, what a way with words.

Caitlyn glances over at me and visibly softens, "Um, yeah, no, yeah, you're right. I don't really want to say goodbye. I barely know what I'm doing with my life and it's all a mess. I'm just . . . I don't like goodbyes," She finished weakly.

"It's okay," I say, "It's okay to be scared."

Caitlyn looks away before pulling over abruptly. "You know what?" She declares. "Get outta my car."

Erika and I exchange a look.

"Because we are buying some fucking togs."

"Um, I don't think-"

"No. You know what? I think we should have a beach day." She looks over at me, "If that's alright with you guys?"

"No, it's good," I say. I can feel her panic, I've felt it too. And I feel bad, I don't know why, but it's like that sometimes, isn't it?

  I always pick any colour togs except black, any other colour makes my hair too bright. I don't like it when my hair looks brighter than usual, it catches my eye in windows. I know that it catches other people's eyes too, and that's what I avoid.

  The drawbacks of unnaturally coloured hair, I guess.

  All I really wanted was a pair of togs, any togs, that didn't draw too much notice. And I don't mean to say that I look unusual and people notice me, I just mean that my anxiety's a bitch and doesn't give me any say in anything.

  "What togs are you grabbing?" Caitlyn asks in passing, carrying a bundle of black togs.

  "Oh," I say, and lift up my togs to show her, "Just these."

  Caitlyn pouts, "What about these? These are nice." She pushes them into my hands, "They're black, and therefore your aesthetic. Plus I think they'll look nice on you." I swear she winks.

  I don't bother to explain that black makes pink stand out. I just take them. I suppose it feels domestic and therefore nice.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Erika wiggling her eyebrows.

  I don't bother to tell her to fuck off, because really, it's not going to do anything. And, excuse me for being a thirsty bitch but, it feels nice to have attention I suppose.

  I get them - not that it matters. Erika says it matters. She says I'm 'totally in love with Caitlyn'. I don't think I am, but what do I know?

  Shipping is confusing. And weird. If you're doing it with real people that is. Maybe it's not. Maybe it's just me.

  "Pools or beach?" Caitlyn asks, scanning all her stuff. 

  Erika pays for her stuff first, then Caitlyn, and I'm last. Not sure why the order matters, but it's something on my mind so I may as well mention it.

  "Beach," Erika answers.

  "Beach," I agree.

  Caitlyn frowns, "Pools."

  "C'mon, the beach is iconic."

  "The pools are heated."

  "But the beach has waves you can fight," I pitch in.

  "No, guys," Erika says, "We can go to the beach, then the pools. No arguing, I'm your master."

  "I will fight you on this," Caitlyn smiles. She already caved though.

  "Save it for the waves," I laugh.

  There's only one gross changing room/public toilet combination at the beach. Caitlyn says if we had just gone to the pools we would have had a nice changing room. It smells a bit, but I think the main problem is the concept of changing rooms.

  Having to change in front of people is something I really don't like. Sam says they don't like changing rooms because of dysphoria, but I just don't like them because of my body.

  Which is ironic because I appreciate all bodies as a lesbian.

  Which is probably not a thing to think about while I'm supposed to be getting changed - you know, distractions and all that.

  Erika and Caitlyn are already done, but I got changed behind a towel so it's understandable. I went a bit faster after they left, but I don't know if they picked up on it.

  I run down the sand, partly because it's hot, but mostly because the water looks nice and Caitlyn looks nice and Erika looks so happy and I'm so happy.

  And a little part because I just want to run. 

  Which is weird because I've never wanted to run before. I mean, I have. But not like this. Which doesn't make sense at all, but hey.

  I make it into the water first, and it's cold.

  And, you know, I trip over immediately. Caitlyn laughs and joins me in the waves, kneeling beside me.

  Erika takes a breath (probably steeling herself for the cold) (which is probably a good idea) before she joins us.

yeetus

is it a bit short? let me know

i wrote about half a month ago