Evie & Adams | LGBTQ+

Milkshakes and Red Heads

I'm not a princess. Evie thought in annoyance. But deep down, a part of her liked that Roxy called her that, not that she'd admit it. It wasn't possessive or belittling, but playful. And who can blame her, after she found out about my parents party?

They were now seated at a window table in this hip 60s style diner on the edge of town. Evie directed them here because Mama's had the best milkshakes in town, and the joint was too run-down to be a hangout for Mount Georgia students. In fact, Evie only knew of the place because she spent a summer working there pro bono, part of her community service.

Roxy sipped her strawberry milkshake, no, more like slurped. Evie hid her smile by taking a sip of her own mint chocolate shake. Roxy's nose wrinkled in disgust.

"How can you drink that? It tastes like tooth paste." Evie laughed and accidentally snorted up some of her drink. She started to cough as green-brown milk dribbled down her chin and out of her nose. Roxy howled with laughter, leaning back in her chair.

Finally under control again, Evie wiped her chin and glared at the grinning Cheshire Cat before her. "If your toothpaste tastes like chocolatey minty goodness, then you've got more issues than I thought."

"Hold on a minute." Roxy said and before Evie could blink she'd leaned forward, licked her thumb and gently run it over Evie's lower lip. Evie's skin tingled from the touch and her breathing hitched in her throat. Roxy leaned back in her chair like nothing happened. "Better."

Evie forced her heart to slow down and cleared her throat.

"Anyway, so what were you doing at the game?" She asked, changing the subject. Roxy's eyes went distant, reserved suddenly, and she paused. As if weighing up how much to say. Something I can relate to.

"My cousin is a freshman on the cheerleading squad. Wanted some moral support for her first game." Roxy offered nonchalantly. Oh, that's so... nice. She looked both out of place at the dinner, and completely at home, in her black bomber jacket, camouflage jeans and white singlet top that revealed a black bra. Evie lifted her eyes up to Roxy's face and with effort kept them there.

Roxy smirked. "Like what you see?" She purred. Evie gulped.

"Shit!" Evie suddenly exclaimed, almost spluttering on her milkshake again.

Roxy raised an eyebrow. "That's not the response I usually get..."

Evie leaned forward and whispered, "what will your girlfriend think of this?" Evie's eyes glanced around, taking in the diner staff, a young family, an old man and two couples, as if the dreaded girlfriend could appear magically.

Roxy leaned in real close, till they were only inches away from each other. Her gaze moved from Evie's eyes, to her lips and back up to her eyes.

"She won't care." Roxy said simply and leaned back, lounging in the chair. She lifted her straw up to her lips.

"Why not?" Evie asked, confused. This literally looks like a date. If you are a lesbian of course, which I'm not.

"We trust each other. Not into that possessive, dominance bull shit. That's not healthy." Roxy said, as if it were the most simple thing in the world. Evie held onto that, mulling it over in her head.

To have a relationship like that... I wonder what's that like. To still be 'you' not just 'so and so's girlfriend' and to have so much feeling for each other. Must be nice.

Dylan and I definitely don't have that. We're always a thing, I'm always his girlfriend and have to behave as such. And the same for him – though he doesn't seem to be playing by the rules.