1 original: Fragment VI
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amorphousTitle: Fragments VI
Rating: PG
Warning: female/female pairing (not really subtle)
Author's Notes: Another "fragment".
Pushing her long blonde locks of hair behind her shoulder, the girl nearly groaned. Something didn't feel right. Her world was spinning around her. Why didn't can't it stay still? she wondered, feeling dizzy, disoriented, and distinct feeling of pain. Bile rose through her throat, making her suddenly aware that she was nauseous.
A girl's face suddenly came into her field of vision. The girl's short brown hair was haphazard as it nearly fell in her face. The blonde didn't know who she was for a moment, but the familiar face stayed there until she did. "Hi!" the girl practically squealed.
The noise made the blonde's hair throb. "Don't be so loud," she hissed, unable to make her voice loud and even pleasant. She felt sick.
"You fell. I thought you had died," the girl said, her voice quieter but still too loud.
"Nope. Not dead. Just…"
"Sore? Oh man, are you okay?"
"Fine. Just let me… be for a moment."
The girl frowned down at her. "Should I call an ambulance?"
"No!" the blonde cried, sitting up. Dizziness quickly made her lay back down, groaning and squeezing her eyes shut to try to avoid looking at the spinning world. "No," she repeated in a small voice.
"Fine, but—"
"No buts."
The other girl groaned, but the blonde couldn't see her annoyed expression. "I hate hospitals."
"I know."
The blonde opened her eyes, the world coming into focus and unmoving, thankfully. The brunette was sitting beside her now instead of leaning over her. The space was welcome and instantly made the blonde feel better. "See? I'm fine," she stated in a clear voice as she sat up. Shifting her position, she leaned against a tree and sighed.
"You're so clumsy," the brunette muttered, probably hoping the other girl couldn't hear. In return, the girl got punched lightly in the shoulder. "Ow!"
"That didn't hurt. You wimp," the blonde retorted, shaking her head.
"You didn't have to do that!" Her frown was almost cute as she pouted at the chastisement.
"Well, don't go mutter stuff to yourself then."
The brunette rolled her eyes as she looked at the blonde. "You certainly have more color."
"See? I'm fine," the blonde repeated. Her head still throbbed and it took effort not to rub her head. It was such a simple, yet telling, thing to do. If she showed any kind of weakness, the brunette wouldn't heed her words not to call for an ambulance. Gazing up at the small rock formation they had been attempting to walk on, she added, "I didn't fall that far."
"Still, what if you hit your head? What if you have a concussion?"
"Then keep me awake."
The brunette rolled her eyes. "I thought I was boring."
"I didn't mean that, and you know it. You just… irritate me sometimes."
"You always annoy me and I don't insult you."
"You're nicer than me," the blonde muttered, half meaning it.
"I know I am." The brunette smiled proudly. Then added in a serious tone, "But that's not very hard to be. Nicer than you, I mean."
"Then why do you hang out with me?"
She shrugged, letting her gaze drift away from the blonde girl's and upward. Both knew why they hung out. It just wasn't either could or would admit – yet. It was easy to deny their feelings for each other if they didn't cross their lips. Confirming what both them know would just create unneeded problems. They were okay with how things were… for now. It was comfortable. The blonde's hand reached up and grabbed the other girls, making her eye look for the blonde's for contact.
"We both know. Let's just… Forget I asked."
"Alright," the brunette said happily, moving so she was sitting beside the blonde against the tree. Ignoring such things, these taboos were in both their best interests after all. "But are you should you're okay?"
"I’m fine."
"Good." The brunette closed her eyes and sighed. "I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you."
The blonde bit back any smart-alecky reply and sighed. "I’m fine," she whispered, unable to admit the sentiment was mutual. She squeezed the other girl's hand.
Rating: PG
Warning: female/female pairing (not really subtle)
Author's Notes: Another "fragment".
Pushing her long blonde locks of hair behind her shoulder, the girl nearly groaned. Something didn't feel right. Her world was spinning around her. Why didn't can't it stay still? she wondered, feeling dizzy, disoriented, and distinct feeling of pain. Bile rose through her throat, making her suddenly aware that she was nauseous.
A girl's face suddenly came into her field of vision. The girl's short brown hair was haphazard as it nearly fell in her face. The blonde didn't know who she was for a moment, but the familiar face stayed there until she did. "Hi!" the girl practically squealed.
The noise made the blonde's hair throb. "Don't be so loud," she hissed, unable to make her voice loud and even pleasant. She felt sick.
"You fell. I thought you had died," the girl said, her voice quieter but still too loud.
"Nope. Not dead. Just…"
"Sore? Oh man, are you okay?"
"Fine. Just let me… be for a moment."
The girl frowned down at her. "Should I call an ambulance?"
"No!" the blonde cried, sitting up. Dizziness quickly made her lay back down, groaning and squeezing her eyes shut to try to avoid looking at the spinning world. "No," she repeated in a small voice.
"Fine, but—"
"No buts."
The other girl groaned, but the blonde couldn't see her annoyed expression. "I hate hospitals."
"I know."
The blonde opened her eyes, the world coming into focus and unmoving, thankfully. The brunette was sitting beside her now instead of leaning over her. The space was welcome and instantly made the blonde feel better. "See? I'm fine," she stated in a clear voice as she sat up. Shifting her position, she leaned against a tree and sighed.
"You're so clumsy," the brunette muttered, probably hoping the other girl couldn't hear. In return, the girl got punched lightly in the shoulder. "Ow!"
"That didn't hurt. You wimp," the blonde retorted, shaking her head.
"You didn't have to do that!" Her frown was almost cute as she pouted at the chastisement.
"Well, don't go mutter stuff to yourself then."
The brunette rolled her eyes as she looked at the blonde. "You certainly have more color."
"See? I'm fine," the blonde repeated. Her head still throbbed and it took effort not to rub her head. It was such a simple, yet telling, thing to do. If she showed any kind of weakness, the brunette wouldn't heed her words not to call for an ambulance. Gazing up at the small rock formation they had been attempting to walk on, she added, "I didn't fall that far."
"Still, what if you hit your head? What if you have a concussion?"
"Then keep me awake."
The brunette rolled her eyes. "I thought I was boring."
"I didn't mean that, and you know it. You just… irritate me sometimes."
"You always annoy me and I don't insult you."
"You're nicer than me," the blonde muttered, half meaning it.
"I know I am." The brunette smiled proudly. Then added in a serious tone, "But that's not very hard to be. Nicer than you, I mean."
"Then why do you hang out with me?"
She shrugged, letting her gaze drift away from the blonde girl's and upward. Both knew why they hung out. It just wasn't either could or would admit – yet. It was easy to deny their feelings for each other if they didn't cross their lips. Confirming what both them know would just create unneeded problems. They were okay with how things were… for now. It was comfortable. The blonde's hand reached up and grabbed the other girls, making her eye look for the blonde's for contact.
"We both know. Let's just… Forget I asked."
"Alright," the brunette said happily, moving so she was sitting beside the blonde against the tree. Ignoring such things, these taboos were in both their best interests after all. "But are you should you're okay?"
"I’m fine."
"Good." The brunette closed her eyes and sighed. "I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you."
The blonde bit back any smart-alecky reply and sighed. "I’m fine," she whispered, unable to admit the sentiment was mutual. She squeezed the other girl's hand.
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Date: 2008-09-02 03:48 am (UTC)