Camp Counselor (Lesbian) (GirlxGirl) (LGBT)

Kiss and Tell

POV: Rowan

My heart drops. Rain starts to pour down on me, but I barely feel the droplets as they hit my skin. All I can feel is this... raw, dull, ache. An ache I was already familiar with: loss. But now, lucky me, I'd get to reacquaint myself with this numb sort of darkness, and discover parts of it I hadn't thought possible. 

I stare at Frankie through the tinted window, barely able to make out the shape of her head. I mouth "I love you," back, hoping that she can see-- but even more deeply, hoping that she could feel it. 

All I wanted was for her to throw the car door open, rush past Marley, and leap into my arms. We could escape into the woods, and live off of berries and rain-water. Our own twisted fairy-tale. The kind where the princess falls for the witch instead of the prince, and the witch teaches the princess how to draw power and strength from the tides of the moon. 

As far as living in the woods goes, I have a pretty extensive repertoire of survival skills, but Frankie would need to at least learn how to hike. She would run out of breath merely walking up the hill to the cabins. I could build a shelter, filter water, start a fire, and scavenge for food-- but we probably wouldn't last long via piggy-back. 

The social worker, who hadn't even bothered to show their face, starts the engine of the car. I glance around at everyone, desperate for somebody to do something. Blake won't look at me, and Taylor smugly makes normal conversation with some of the other girls I hadn't gotten to know. 

The windshield wipers whir to life, spitting muddied raindrops in my direction. Please don't fucking go. Don't fucking drive away. Don't take her away from me. Don't leave me here, alone. 

"Wait!" A voice yells. We all turn, facing Cal as she tears down the hillside towards the parking-lot, nearly skidding half the way along the wet grass. What could she possibly want now?

Marley holds a and up to signal the driver to hang tight for a moment, and I find myself holding my breath. 

Cal runs to the group, gasping for breath. Frankie cracks the door open, never one to be left out, and I long to run over and grab her by the hand. But I restrain myself. Because I'm an adult, and adults tend to behave like civilized people. Except for a large portion of the baby-boomer generation. 

"Spit it out, Cal," Marley mumbles, looking expectantly at Cal, who was violently trying to catch her breath. She must have run all the way from the cabins, and it was practically a mile away. 

She rests her hands on her knees and makes direct eye-contact with Frankie, whose face was now fully peering out the door, along with the nosy social worker. I bet she didn't get to see this every day. 

Frankie's eyes connect with Cal's and I feel a jolt between them. I look back and forth, jealousy washing over me. I couldn't wait to hear what this bitch has to say. 

"I gave Taylor the black eye," She gasps, fanning herself. Holy shit. 

A murmur runs through the group, and Taylor audibly scoffs. 

"Bullshit, Cal. You were there, you saw her!" She yells, grabbing Cal by the arm. I watch as her fingernails dig into her skin, leaving little half-moon indentations as Cal shrugged her off. She turns to Marley, who looked exasperated, and gave her the largest puppy-dog eyes I'd ever seen. Fucking hell. 

"Taylor made me punch her so that we could pretend that Frankie did it," She rushes out, making up for the time she wasted with her dramatic entrance. I cross my arms, my jaw nearly dropping. Why would she come clean?