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-Tinkerbell

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•Two days later (Sunday)•

I roll over on my bed. I look at the clock, 11:14. I better get up, I think to myself. I get outta bed and go and take a shower. When I get out, I'm drying off when my phone buzzes.

Text message: 256-555-0432

Heyy! It's Tatum. Wanna hang out today..say..12:00-ish? I was thinking a movie? Maybe lunch? Text me(;

I reply.

Text message to: 256-555-0432

Heyy. Yeah, that sounds fun. See you then.

I wait for it to send and then lock the screen. I dry my hair and lotion.

I stand in my closet and look for something to wear. I end up putting on a black mini skirt and a a white Maroon 5 t-shirt. I put on some red converses and some red lipstick. I grab the cars keys, iPhone, and glasses as walk out the door. I look at the time, 12:06. Before I start the car, I text Tatum.

Text message to: 256-555-0432

Heyy. On my way. Be there in 10.

I start the car and drive to the theater. When I get there, I wait at the front until she gets there. When I see her, I stand up and walk towards her.

"Heyy, Tatum," I say.

"Heyy," she says before reaching forward to give me a hug.

I slowly accept the offer and pull away. She's wearing a blue, strapless dress that stops just above her knee and some silver sandels. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail with a bang.

"Soo..uhhh..what movie are we seeing?" I ask.

"Uhhh..Pitch Perfect..? I don't know. You decide," she says, looking at me.

"Pitch Perfect is fine."

•••

•One hour and a half later•

We walk out of th movie, dizzy, our eyes trying to adjust to the new light.

"Whatcha think?" Tatum asks me.

"It was pretty good."

"Anna Kendrick is hot," Tatum says.

"Still got that lesbian to you," I say with a slight chuckle. "Nice."

"What and you don't?" she asks me.

I stare at her.

"No. No, I don't,' I say, sort of tired.

"So you're telling me that you, Celie Butelli, are COMPLETELY done liking girls?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you."

"Keep telling yourself that.." Tatum says.

We walk out the theater.

"Where to next?" I ask.

"Lunch? Say..Mellow Mushroom?"

"Sure. Meet you there."

As we're walking to our cars, my phone rings. I look at the caller ID, Mom. I accept the call.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

Tatum stops walking and looks at me.

"Celie?"

"Yeah, mom, what's up?"

"Honey..you're father's died."

I stand there in awe.

"Mom. Stop playing. What's up?"

"Celie, baby. I'm being serious. He passed in his sleep. He told me not to tell you but..he had cancer."

"What? Wh-why didn't you tell me? That was my father!" I scream into the phone. "How could you do this to me?!"

Tatum wraps her arms around me as my eyes water.

"Honey, I'm-"

"I didn't get to say goodbye.." I say quietly as tears stream down my face.

"I know. I'm so sorry, sweetie," my mom says.

I quickly wipe my tears.

"It's fine. I'll be home in a few. Love you, mommy."

"Ok. Love you too, sweetie."

I hang up he phone and lock the screen.

"You ok?" Tatum asks gingerly whole rubbing my back.

"Yeah." I say quietly.

"You need a hug?"

"Yes." I say before I burst out sobbing in her arms.

"It's ok. It'll be ok. Let's get you home, ok?"

"Ok."

I pull away and start walking towards my car before Tatum pulls me back.

"No. I don't want you driving by yourself. I'll come get your car later. You're riding with me. Come on, sweetie."

She walks me over to her car and we get in. I look at the window as she drives me home.

"Do you want me to come in with you err-"

"Come in. Please," I say.

She parks the car and follows me inside.

"Mom. I'm home."

"Sweetie."

My mom runs to me and hugs me.

"Sit down on the couch, ok?"

I sit on the couch and within three seconds, I'm out like a light.

•••

•The next morning•

I slowly open up my eyes and see that it's 9:28. Awww, shit. I gotta get to school. Why didn't my mon wake me up? I jump outta bed and go take a shower. I dry off and blow dry my hair. I put on some tight, denim jeans and a black, short sleeve, v-neck t-shirt that stops above my bellybutton. I put on a black beanie, red lipstick, my glasses, and some rings and bracelet. I grab my black converse, my book bag, and walk downstairs.

"Mom, why didn't you wake me up? You know I have school."

"Yeah..tomorrow. Today is teacher work day. No school," my mon says with a slight chuckle.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Whatever.."

I put down my back pack and walk out the door. Might as well go out. I wasted a good shower and woke up before 12:00 for nothing.

I go out to my car only to find a note taped to the hood. I pick it up and read it.

Dear Celie,

How you feeling? Hopefully good. If you're reading this, you got your car back. Be thankful, because I had to walk all the way back to the theater to get it. It's fine with me though. I'm just hoping you're better. I'm so sorry about your dad. Text me(;

I re-read the note over twice. I get in the car and drive to Tatum house. When I get there, I park the car and ring the doorbell. A minute later, Tatum opens the door. She's still in her pajamas. She's wearing some fuzzy, polka dog shorts and a white cami that stops above her bellybutton. Her hair is down in looks a hot mess. She had on a blue robe and some huge, yellow bunny rabbit slippers. She's squinting her eyes like she hasn't seen daylight in years.

"Heyy," she says in a tired voice.

"Heyy," I say, my hands in my pockets, rocking on my heels.

"Umm..I don't mean to sound rude or anything 'cause I'm not a morning person but..yes?" Tatum asks, sorta irritated.

"Sorry, to bother you so early but..thanks..for everything. Not just yesterday..just simple stuff..like the shit that happened two years ago..thank you for being there for me."

"You're welcome. And thank you for everything. You were just as big a help as I was. I mean-"

She's gorgeous. No matter how much I say I don't like her or how much I say i'm done with girls or how much certain people would say she looks terrible right now, I think she looks gorgeous. She IS gorgeous. Before she's done talking, I lean forward and kiss her. She pulls away.

"I thought you didn't like girls anymore," she says.

"Well..you have an exception," I say before she pulls me into another kiss.

We stand out there for ten minutes. I hear the neighbors coming outside and whispering. I finally get tired of those ignorant people and pull away.

"Let's go inside," I say, pulling Tatum in. "Are your parents home?"

"Yes, her parents are home," Tatum's mom says with a smile.

I laugh.

"Hi, Mrs. Leeman. I'm Celie. I'm not sure if you remember me, but your daughter and I used to be..GREAT friends."

"Of course I remember you, darling. You look different though. Tatum talks about you all the time and has for that last few years," she says with a wink.

I glance over at Tatum to see her blushing, looking at the ground.

"Well, I will surely take that into consideration. It was nice to see you, Mrs. Leeman."

"And it was good to see you, Celie."

I smile.

"Come on, Tatum," I say before pulling her up the stairs to her bedroom. When we get up there, we go in and lock the door behind us.

I push Tatum down on the bed and straddle her.

"Feisty," Tatum says.

"I know," I say with a smile before pushing my lips against hers. Our tongues meet and just like it was two years ago, I felt sparks. I reach down and try and pull off her shirt. She resists and pulls away.

"What are you doing?" she asks me.

"Well, I WAS trying to take off your shirt," I say with an attitude.

"What, you mean like sex?"

"Yes. That's EXACTLY what I mean," I say sorta whiny.

"Baby. I want to, but.."

"But WHAT?" I ask.

"I just..are you sure you want to?"

"More sure then I've ever been for anything," I say.

She smiles, leans forward and kisses me. We fall back on the bed and I pull her shirt off. I gingerly kiss up her body, until I get to her waist. I slowly pull down her panties and rub up an down her legs. About ten minutes later, the moans are streaming out the room.

"Girls! What's going on up there?" Tatum's mom asks.

"Nothing!" I shout.

I continue with Tatum. Soon, she jumps up and takes control. She strips my clothes off and the moans start up AGAIN. This time even louder. Twenty minutes later, we stop.

"I love you," I say, panting.

She leans forward and kisses.

"I love you too."

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Heyy! Thanks for reading! I felt really awkward writing a sex scene but you know..that's what makes a good story. Love you guys! :)

-Tinkerbell