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-Tinkerbell

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•Two years later•

You're probably wondering what's happened in the last two years. Well..I ended up transferring two days after the whole, 'Tatum and Celie Love Fest' in the hallway at Los Angeles High. I knew I would have to get over them..all of them..Drew, Lennox, and sadly..Tatum. I ended up deleting all their numbers and blocked them on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and basically every form of communication you can think of. I wasn't trying to seem harsh..I just had to get over them. When I had gotten to my new school, New Carlton High, I ended up being an outcast. Why? Everyone there has that fierce, mysterious vibe to them. So of course, a person who loves bright colors and still slept with her stuffed animals (not that they knew about that) didn't really 'fit in'. So I ended up finding a friend..an amazing friend that had taken me under her wing and helped me figure out the ropes of the school. Her name is Fallon. Fallon Vega. She has long, blonde hair with black tips. It stops at her butt, same as mine. She has a piercing on her nose, eyebrow, lip and she has three cartilage piercings and three earlobe piercings on both ears. She has a bellybutton ring and a tattoo on her finger, wrist and waist. They all say, 'LOVE'. She also has witch nails that are white, baby blue, and sea foam green with newspaper print on all of them.

She told me when I came to the school to change my image. I loved the way she had her piercings and tattoos, so she told me to copy the EXACT way she had gotten hers..so I did. I took her black tips, witch nails (except mine are black, white, and red) piercings, and tattoos. I started wearing more black and soon, we ruled the school.

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"Heyy, Fallon."

"Heyy, Celie," Fallon says to me. She has the most amazing voice ever. It's serious, yet playful. Loving, yet stern. I loved saying random things to her just to hear her talk.

"I love your outfit," I say while studying her outfit, up and down.

She's wearing some black shorts that stop at her mid thigh and a loose crop top. Her dazzling bellybutton ring is shining as she moves. You can see her waist tattoo. She has on some red converses, a black choker, and some red lipstick. Her hair is down and straight.

"Thanks, babe. As usually, I love yours too," she says.

I'm wearing some tight, skinny jeans with slits from my pockets to my feet, that are rolled up a little bit over my ankles. My dark purple shirt is cami and is form-fitting at the top and then loose at the bottom. You can see my bellybutton ring and my waist tattoo. I have on some purple Vans and my hair is down and crinkled with a black beanie. I have on red lipstick (still my signature even after two years!) and a silver choker.

I walk outside and close the door, grabbing my purse and new Ray Ban glasses, placing them on my face.

"You ready to go?" she asks me.

"Yeah."

We get in her car and drive downtown. Fallon parks on the side of the street and puts about four hours on the meter. We get out the car and start walking.

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•Three hours later•

"Let's go get frozen yogurt!" I scream.

"Mmmmm..let's not," Fallon says.

"FALLON. You know how much I love frozen yogurt."

I stand there and stare her down.

"Fine."

We walk down to Orange Tree, the best self-serve frozen yogurt place in all of California. We walk in and the place is mad crowded. I stand there and look around and just so happen to notice this girl with dark brown hair and hazel eyes staring right at me. I quickly glance at her and look away. I can't get interested in girls again, I think to myself. I made a vow I wouldn't like girls again after..don't think about it.

I turn to see Fallon looking at the girl that was staring at me. Fallon says she's not a lesbian but it's pretty obvious she is. She's ALWAYS drooling over girls.

"Wanna listen to some music while we wait in line?" I ask her.

"Sure," she says as if waking up from a trance.

I pull out my iPhone 5 and my headphones and hand her one, while placing one in my own ear. I go to music and go to 'Knives and Pens' by Black Veil Brides. We're standing in line, jamming out when I turn around and notice that girl staring at me again. I wanna walk up to her and tell her to knock it the fuck off, but I decide to just keep listening. She's sitting there with some girl about eighteen or nineteen. The girl she's sitting with has blonde hair and doesn't look interested in her at all. Finally it's our turn to fix our cups. I get a mish-mosh of flavors and put on M&Ms along with Oreos and caramel. I pay for mine and wait for Fallon to finish getting hers.

That girl has her eyes glued on me.

"You wanna eat in here?" I ask Fallon as she's finishing up.

"Yes," she says quickly.

She starts walking towards an empty table and I follow behind her. As I'm walking, I slip on a glob of yogurt that must have dropped from someone's bowl and fall flat on my ass. My back is burning and people start running up to me to see if I'm ok. I have no idea where my yogurt landed.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," I say loudly and quickly.

I look to see who all is surrounding me. Fallon, some random lady, some random little boy, the clerk, some other random lady, and the girl with the dark hair.

"Ohmigosh! Are you ok?" the girl asks me.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I say as she pulls me to my feet. She sets me in the seat I had failed to make it to.

"That was quite a fall you just had there," the girl says.

"No shit," I sarcastically say to her.

Fallon pushes all the people away that are still standing around.

"Sit y'all big asses down! Nothing to see here! Aww, fuck. Are you ok?" Fallon says.

"Why do y'all keep asking me that? I'm a big fucking girl! I can take a little fall!"

"I told you we shouldn't of come here," Fallon says with a chuckle.

"Your name doesn't happen to be Celie..does it?" the girl randomly asks me.

"Yeah..how and why do you ask?"

"Celie. It's me. Tatum."

I study her features. Perfect lips, perfect, hazel eyes, perfect teeth and smile. But not the same perfect, blonde hair.

"I'm not fucking stupid. Tatum had blonde hair, bitch."

"I dyed it, bastard," she said with a smile.

Awww, shit. This WAS Tatum. She had the same, smooth, sexy voice as Tatum. Wait, no. Nothing about Tatum was sexy. NOTHING.

"Wow.." I say.

"Wow..? Don't you wanna know how i've been? What it's been like? "How my-"

The rest was a blur. She was wearing some short, denim shorts and a white, lace cami with some blue converses. She doesn't have on any lip stick, just mascara. She has on a simple locket that goes around her neck, not too loose, but not too tight.

"Celie. Celie."

"Huh? What?" I ask, dazed.

"You zoned out, stupid," Fallon said.

"Ohh. Sorry."

"How's your new school like? After you transferred, it's like we never talked again."

"Yeah. That is..true," I say, standing up.

Fallon walks around me stands there, one hand one her hip.

"You two know each other?" she asks.

"Uhh, yeah. I use to go to her school before I transferred to New Carlton."

I put my hands in my pockets and rock back and forth on my heels as I watch Fallon and Tatum study each other.

"Ohhh! Tatum, Fallon. Fallon, Tatum," I say.

They shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, Tatum. What's the story behind you too, because I'm sensing there's more then, 'We used to go to school together'."

"Uhhhh.." I glance at Tatum. She's looking down at the ground.

"I can't explain this here. Let's go outside and I can tell you," I say.

We walk outside.

"Ok," I say. "So..Fallon I haven't told you this but..I used to be lesbian. And Tatum is..you could say, my ex-girlfriend. Umm..there was a lot of shit at that school with me and some other girls but mainly Tatum and I. The day before I left, she told me she loved me..I said it back..and we ended up not talking again," I say.

"For two years," Fallon says, sorta in the form of a question.

"For two years," Tatum assures, nodding, still staring at the ground.

"Wow. So you guys..fucked?"

"NO!" I exclaim.

Tatum just stands there. Not moving a muscle.

"But y'all have kissed?" Fallon asks.

"Various times, yes."

"Ohh. So is this awkward? In any way?" Fallon asks looking at us both.

"Very," Tatum manages to say, her eyes still on the ground.

"Celie, give her a hug."

"Why?" I ask.

Tatum just nods.

"You haven't talked to the girl in two fucking years! Give her a damn hug," Fallon says.

I just stand there. Fallon finally walks up behind me and pushes me into Tatum. OHHFFFF!

"Sorry, Tatum! Are you ok?"

"Physically, yes. Emotionally and mentally, no. I'm gonna go. It was nice meeting you, Fallon and nice seeing you again, Celie. Bye."

She walks towards the door.

"Tatum. Wait," I manage to say.

She turns and is able to squeak out, "What?" while scratching her head, eyes STILL on the ground.

"Gimme your phone."

She hands me her phone and I put my number in it.

"Call me sometimes," I say while shoving the phone back at her. "We can maybe, possibly hang out."

"Ok."

She turns and walks back into Orange Tree.

Fallon and I stand there for minute.

"Nice going, babe," she says before walking back towards the car.

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-Tinkerbell