Camp Counselor (Lesbian) (GirlxGirl) (LGBT)

Night Whispers

POV: Rowan

"Soo.." Blake mutters, crouching beside me behind the infirmary. "You wanna talk about why you were crying?" They ask, clasping their hands together. I close my eyes tightly, hoping that Frankie would be quick with her apology to Taylor. 

"Not exactly," I reply, the hint of a laugh decorating my voice. Blake nods, an uncomfortable silence falling between us. I hadn't really spent that much time with Blake, and if it were any other time, I'd be hoping to make a good impression. But all I could think about was Malik. I could practically feel the way his fingers inched up my leg last summer. Uninvited, undesirable, and utterly unbelievable. I shudder, shaking the thought away.

"Did Frankie tell you I thought you were super hot when we first got here?" Blake breaks the silence, flopping their head towards me. I can't help but let out a surprised laugh, shocked at Blake's complete disregard for.. uh, typical conversation standards, I guess?

"No, she didn't," I chuckle, shaking my head. I could see why Frankie liked Blake so much-- it was impossible not to smile with them around. 

"Seriously though," Blake rolls back on their haunches, animatedly speaking. "I was so pissed that Frankie got to be your CIT-- like, come on, throw me a bone right?" They exclaim, giving me a devilish grin to let me know that they were half-joking. 

"Okaaay, I get it-- I'm a snack," I wink, feeling myself blush at the cockiness. "But come on, Blake, if you'd been my CIT you may never have gotten to know Dylan," I absently fold my sweater sleeves over my fingers, the cold finally starting to penetrate my body. Finally, some feeling.

"Oh totally. I mean, you're hot and all, Rowan, but I'm pretty pleased with how things worked out," They joke, elbowing me gently in the ribs like I'd seen them do to Frankie so many times. Does this mean I'm in? I elbow them right back in the arm. 

"Ow, dude. I'm not as tough as I look!" Blake mutters, grabbing at their upper arm. "And neither is Frankie, by the way. Go easy on her," Their voice drops and they search my eyes.

"You might not know this, but... Frankie's an orphan.." They whisper. 

"Oh my god," I snort, rolling my eyes and feeling my body become overwhelmed with laughter. 

"Hey-- being an orphan is nothing to laugh about!" Blake smiles smugly, clearly proud to have broken the ice. I rest my head back on the wall, catching my breath. 

"I see why Frankie loves you so much," I mutter, gazing wistfully in the direction Frankie had walked. Blake laughs. 

"Don't flatter me-- she nearly tolerates me. You, on the other hand.." They click their tongue. "I dunno, Ro, you could be the one," 

My breath catches in my throat, and I try to keep my wicked grin to myself. With their single ounce of politeness, Blake pretends not to see as I smile at my feet. 

Before I can find the words to reply, Frankie and Taylor round the corner. Frankie has her hands stuffed in her pockets, a tense expression on her face. Taylor looks calm. I guess that means she accepted her apology? 

Blake and I stand up, regarding them with raised eyebrows. Taylor glances at Frankie, who gives a close-lipped smile and shrugs. 

"We worked it out!" She says, her voice dripping with faux-excitement. I know that she doesn't really care for Taylor, but, damn, the girl could benefit from some acting lessons. 

"That's great, ladies. We love to see women uplifting women!" Blake claps, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders and pulling them each in close. Even after hearing that Taylor and Blake used to be friends, I'm surprised to see how forgiving Blake could be-- especially with their mouthy exterior. Taylor beams, but Frankie shrugs them off.