Second Chances

Chapter 7: Anastasia's Truth

Ohoho, what an ominous title. Just kidding! It's actually kinda a little wholesome? Yeah, we'll go with wholesome. An improvement from the last chapter (I'm still so sorry, John). I wasn't going to post, because it means I only one have one chapter ready (I'm writing a really, really long one at the moment) in advance. I'm writing like a madwoman, I swear. It's just...A lot. Anyway, this is a short, but sweet chapter. I liked writing it. 

Warning: Google translate French (Literally once)

Much Love, Krissy

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Senior Year (March - A time skip, I know):

I wave the small stuffed bear in about a foot away from Nicolette, grinning at her. The seven-month-old looks up at me with her big green eyes - a trait we share - and smiles at me with her one toothed grin.

"Come on, Colette, you can do it," I coo at her. She giggles and starts crawling toward me. I cheer when she reaches me and hand her the bear. She starts chewing on its ear and I giggle at her. My head jolts up at the doorbell rings, and I scoop Nicolette and her bear into my arms and walk through the house to answer it. I balance Nicolette on my hip as I peek through the peephole. There's a pretty raven haired girl standing outside, dressed all businessy. I assume she's an intern of some sort that works for my mother, so I unlock the door and open it. She looks up at me and smiles.

"Hello, I'm looking for Charlotte Reama," she says. I catch Nicolette's bear mid-air as she drops it, handing it back to her. The woman looks impressed, and I smile slightly at her. She's really pretty.

"Why do you need to speak with my mother?" I ask. Her eyes light up more than before.

"Oh! You must be Anastasia, then!" she says, before looking at Nicolette, "and this must be little Nicolette." I nod and hold out my left hand for her to shake, as my right one is occupied. She shakes it.

"I'm Ginny. I work with your mother as her secretary," she says. I raise an eyebrow.

"You look my age. Aren't you...Young, to be her secretary?" I ask. She laughs and nods.
"Yes, I am. Your mother is actually paying for me to finish college at the moment with this secretary job," she says. I nod. That makes sense, for my mother. She's a very charitable and compassionate woman. Especially for a businesswoman. Another car pulls into the driveway and stops, making Ginny turn her head. John steps out of the car, and I lift my hand in a wave.

"Bonjour mon amour!" I call, stepping toward the door. Ginny moves and allows me to step out, and I close the door behind me as I step out onto the porch to greet John.

"Hey, Ana," he says, walking down the sidewalk. He stops in front of me and we la bise. Then he looks down at Nicolette and kisses the top of her head.

"Hey, ma petite fleur (my little flower)," he says sweetly. Nicolette giggles and smiles at him, waving a hand and nearly dropping her bear again. John catches it this time, and we both turn to go back to the front door. Ginny stands there awkwardly, but she's also staring at John with pink tinged cheeks. Oh boy, another straight girl with a crush on John. It's the Martha Manning Incident all over again. Alright, maybe not that extreme, but still. I calm my thundering heart and smile at her again.

"Well, I'll just leave this file with you. I thought she would be at home by now, after her doctor's appointment, but since she's not, I'll leave this with you," Ginny says, handing the folder blindly out to me. John smiles at her and takes the folder for me since I, you know, currently have no free hands. She waves an enthusiastic goodbye to me and John, and I can pretty much hear her internal monologue of how "hot and beautiful" he is. Always the same until they find out he's gay. Even after sometimes. John opens the door for me and I go inside, returning to the living room and putting Nicolette back on the floor.

"Here, I'll put that file in maman's office," I say. He nods and hands the file to me, before plopping himself down with Nicolette and handing her the bear. I watch for a moment before heading to my mother's fancy office. Some people wouldn't let their children in their offices, but my mother lets me in here all the time. It's where I keep my violin. I drop the folder on her desk and pause, thinking about Ginny. She was very pretty. My heart got faster just looking at her eyes and smile. I exhale and make a decision, returning to the living room. I sit next to John on the floor, watching Nicolette with a soft smile. Then I look at John. I have nothing to feel nervous about, but I still feel my nerves getting the better of me. I take a deep breath and tap his knee.

"Hey...John?" I ask. His attention falls on me and I start fidgeting with my hands. He smiles softly and encouragingly at me, and I look down at my hands.

"Is there a word to describe...Liking both males and females?" I ask softly. I peer up at him to see his reaction, but there really isn't one to see.

"Yeah. It's called bisexuality. Why?" he asks. I swallow and straighten my back, taking all my courage and building it up.

"John?"
"Yeah?"

"I'm bisexual." He just stares at me for a moment. Then two. Then he starts laughing.

"Ana. Ana, I know," he says through his laughs. My eyes widen.

"What?! How?" I ask. He finishes laughing and puts a hand on my knees.

"You know I love you, but your crush on Juliet was not well hidden," he teases. My cheeks heat up and I scowl at him.

"It was to!" I huff, crossing my arms and looking away from him. He laughs again and pokes my shoulder.

"No it wasn't~" he purrs. I press my lips together and push them out in a pout.

"Well, it's not my fault she was fuuuuu-" I stop myself as I look at Nicolette. "Freaking gorgeous." He grins at me, before putting an arm around me.

"I'm glad you finally came out to me. I'm proud of you," he says. I glance over at him and my pout disappears. I smile and lean against him, the two of us watching Nicolette play. If only telling people were always this easy. Maybe I'd be able to tell my parents.

A/N #1: The "Martha Manning Incident" basically happened at Junior prom, where the students spiked the punch, and one Martha Manning tried to get John drunk so he'd sleep with her. Anastasia was able to step in and stop the entire thing, but it becomes a running joke between the two of them. Basically, when a girl is interested in John, one of them will say, "Oh look, it's Martha." Is that mean? Maybe a little. They mean it all in good fun, haha.

A/N #2: Dear humans, today(when I wrote this bit) I ate a bowl of Mac n Cheese and it was fine, until I thought of Thomas Jefferson and his love for Mac n Cheese and started grinning like an idiot.

Yes! Anastasia is my bi daughter. Like I said, pretty short chapter. The next one is a little longer, and then the one I'm currently working on is very very very long. Like, thousands of words. So PREPARE YOURSELVES. BATTLESTATIONS.

Ha. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. ALSO PLEASE SUGGEST WHAT KIND OF BUSINESS ANASTASIA'S MOM SHOULD HAVE BECAUSE I LITERALLY HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. Something that would make her a lot of money...Idk we'll figure it out together. Bye!