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You learn a lot about your best friend—girlfriend—fuck, Nicole had to get used to calling Jecka her girlfriend now, in just a few years. You learn that she has a weird hidden obsession for Mindless Self Indulgence, that she really likes the pizza bagels the lunch ladies rarely hand out, and she surprisingly binges The Suite Life of Zack & Cody (She has a poster of London Tipton in her room, Nicole likes to tease her about that from time to time.)
Oh, and that she had a big fat crush on Nicole for a year, and didn't tell her until last month. Making everything insanely awkward for the two.
Yeah, that's great.
They have it sorted out now, fortunately, no more awkward staring at each other in the hallways, all thanks to the stupid therapist Nicole has to see now because of her mother. That was the only good advice that her therapist has ever given her. That was probably because she was purposely skipping her appointments, she didn't have to hear much from her therapist anyway, and it wasn't like she was fully listening to the woman.
“When are we going to actually go on a date, Nicole?” Jecka asked, completely snapping Nicole out of deep thought, twirling her cigarette between her fingers, something she did when she was nervous. Nicole had noticed this a while ago, especially during moments like this where the two of them sat on Nicoleʼs bedroom floor after another daunting day at LHS, aka Pedophile and Freakishly Disgusting Teenage Boys Land.
Nicole took a painfully long drag of her cigarette, releasing smoke into the atmosphere, azure dead set on looking into hazel. Nicole hesitated with her response, breaking eye contact just for a second.
“Remember that night we watched Mythbusters together?” Nicole mentioned, “I think I would call that a date.”
Jecka rolled her eyes, bringing the cigarette to her lips, inhaling and exhaling the smoke into the atmosphere. Light work, quick and skilled, almost like sheʼd been doing it for years (The reality is, she hasn't, she started smoking cigarettes 6 months ago because of an ex-boyfriend she refuses to properly tell Nicole about.)
"You forced me to watch Mythbusters with you, plus, we were high out of our damn minds,” Jecka pointed out, “I’d rather go on a date with fuckin’ Jeffery than watch Mythbusters, it's just…old guys doing middle school science experiments.”
“You wouldn't understand Jecka, Mythbusters is for hot bitches with big brains, brains bigger than that old dude who constantly stuck his germ-ridden tongue out for paparazzi, what was his name again?”
“His name was Einstein, Nicole!”
“Right, whatever, who cares?” Nicole responded, a sly smirk on her face. “Stop being a smartass.”
Jecka couldn't help but laugh in response, falling back onto the carpet, cigarette still being held, a small smile on Nicoleʼs face. She had to admit, these small moments were nice, like calm after an extremely violent storm.
Jecka had a laugh that could practically make anyone around her laugh, too. It was some sort of high-pitched noise, that would have a few snorts here and there, Nicole always teased her for it. She had that stereotypical hillbilly laugh, which made Nicole wonder if she was really raised in the cul-de-sacs and not in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, in some sort of barn.
Jecka finally stopped laughing, laying on Nicoleʼs carpet in a starfish position, staring at the ceiling fan endlessly spinning.
“What a woman you are, Ms. Jessica Mitchell,” Nicole mocked, taking another drag out of her cigarette before grabbing Jeckaʼs pink blinged-out ashtray, snuffing out the cigarette. “Laughing at a mediocre joke, you really are Crispinʼs sister.”
“Alright first off, I beat those allegations in middle school, you weren't even around for middle school, and I know I have to touch up my roots,” The blonde retorted, lifting herself and discarding her cigarette in the ashtray. “Second off, I think I deserve a second date that doesn’t involve watching Mythbusters Nicolette.”
Nicole cringed at her real name being used. Jecka—and of course, her mother—were the only ones who really used it. Sometimes Mr. White, Ms. Lynn, and Mr. Katz would use it every once in a while, especially when she was in deep shit.
“Fine, since you're so damn pushy, how about…Smallville?” Nicole suggested, “I know that's your favorite show.”
“It's better than watching Mythbusters while tripping on shrooms,” Jecka muttered, “I guess.”
“After years of begging my drugged-up mother,” Nicole began, “I finally have a TV, and all it took was threatening to kill myself…again.”
“Typical.” The blonde crawled over to the brunette, yanking the fluffy violet blanket off of her bed, and snuggling next to her girlfriend.
Girlfriend. A word new for the two of them, especially concerning each other, and their relationship.
Jecka remembers crying on the phone to Emily about Nicole, about having feelings for a girl. She had never felt anything like that for a girl before, much less a best friend. Well, she has, but she always pushed them away. Refusing to acknowledge them, that weird tingly feeling in her body when they would brush hands, how her heart would flutter when Nicole jokingly flirted with her, attempting to gain a reaction (Surprisingly, Jecka was smart enough to never give her the exact reaction the brunette wanted).
She was surprised she managed to get away with it for so long.
How they managed to get away with it for so long.
So young, so oblivious, in love for all of the right and wrong reasons. Finally coming to terms with their feelings now felt so right, so liberating, like everything was meant to be. The warmth of her girlfriend, her finger mindlessly tracing Nicoleʼs palm, burying her head in the nook of the taller girl's neck. She wouldn't trade this feeling—this moment—for anything in the world, not even that one really, really cute juicy tracksuit she'd wanted since forever.
Jecka hadn't even noticed Nicole had turned the TV on, she was too busy reminiscing and clinging onto her for dear life.
“My deadbeat dad always told me to never stay too close to the TV,” Nicole blurted out, “Said itʼd fuck with my eyesight or something.”
“Bet heʼs probably in heaven like ‘Nicolette! Whatʼd I tell you about being this close to the TV and kissing girls!’, right?”
“Bold of you to assume he's in heaven, Jecka. I think he would have an aneurysm if he found out about us.”
“Probably rolling in his urn,” Jecka muttered, “I think my mom would be the same way.”
Jecka smiled, hazel gazing into azure once again, admiration written all over the blondeʼs face, waiting for Nicole to focus on the insanity of a show Smallville was again, her clinging onto Nicole just getting tighter and tighter as the seconds, possibly minutes went by.
And then she snuck in a quick peck on Nicoleʼs cheek, and then another, followed by more until Nicole had to pry Jecka off of her.
“Alright, I know you love me, damn.” Nicole snickered, a sly, lazy smile on her face.
“I do love you, Nicole. I love you a lot.”
“I love you too.”
“That's the first time I've ever heard you say it back.”
“Oh really?”
“I hate when you do this.”