this one is not as fluffy btw you've been warned

twenty-three ~ fluff / angst

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mil sat down in class next to jax and began to take her books out of her backpack, setting them down gently on the table.

"where have you been?"

"slept in." mil said. "sorry." she pulled a hair tie off of her wrist and gathered her hair up into a ponytail

the door in the back swung open and a girl stepped in, wearing ripped black jeans, a pastel purple sweater and white converse.

"who's the new girl?"

"not sure." jax shrugged as the other girl took a seat in front of mil. her hair was up in a messy bun and she kept pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"have you seen her before?"

"no."

"but i do know someone who might."

"you're not suggesting--"

"oh yes."

•

"skylar. do you have a list of the students in my math class?"

"i assist in admissions. i can get you a list." skylar said, typing on a computer. "may i ask what this is regarding?"

"mil has a cru-u-ush." jax said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"no i don't." mil blushed.

"you blushed! ha! ha ha!" skylar pointed at her.

"no i didn't." mil shot back.

"okay." skylar rolled her eyes. "whatever you say." she hit a button on the computer and the printer produced a piece of paper, which i grabbed from skylar the second she picked it up.

"woah! eager, are we?" jax laughed.

"i think it's jeannie mauro." mil said, reading through the class lists.

"c-can i get another copy of my schedule, please?" mil heard a quite voice next to her. she turned to see the girl from her class and she immediately began to blush, turning her face quickly so she could whisper to jax and skylar.

"sure!" another woman said. "what's your name?"

"s-skye roberts." the girl tapped her fingers on the counter, the glitter from the black nail polish catching the florescent light and sparkling faintly.

"that's the cute girl from class." she whispered, pointing over her shoulder.

"we can tell by the blushing."

"shut up."

"i'm sorry...i couldn't help but to overhear you." mil felt a light tap on her shoulder and she turned around to come face to face with skye. "you said that you thought i was cute, and i personally think that was a very nice compliment." the girl smiled warmly.

"i...i...uhh..."

"here." the girl pulled a notepad out of her bag and she scribbled on it for a while, the tore out the paper and handed it to mil. "call me sometime." the girl flashed another smile and walked out.

"mil had a girlfriend! mil has a girlfriend!" skylar chanted in a singsong voice.

"shut up."

•

a few weeks later

"hey, you." skye smiled as she sat down next to mil in class.

"hey." she took ahold of skye's hand and kissed it.

"how are you, baby?"

"i'm okay." she said quietly. "how are you?"

"i'm better now that i'm with you." skye's sleeve fell down slightly, revealing a few colours that were out of the ordinary.

"hey, what's that?"

"what?" mil grabbed the cuff of skye's sleeve and yanked it down, revealing a line of scars up and down her forearm.

"hey!"

"what is this?" mil said quietly.

"don't worry about it."

"what? are you kidding? no big deal?" mil yanked down the cuff of the other sleeve to reveal more scars.

"it's nothing, okay?"

"skye, please tell me what's going on."

"it's nothing, okay? just leave it alone." skye hissed.

•

the next day

"love?" mil asked, tapping the door lightly. "can i come in?"

"no."

"please, baby? i've got something to show you." she heard walking and the sound of a lock unlatching. the door swung open and skye was standing there, dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

"what is it?" skye asked. her eyes were red and puffy, clearly showing that she'd been crying. mil rolled up her sleeves and extended her forearms out towards skye, revealing red sharpie marks.

"twenty three scars on each wrist. twenty three lines for each scar. i love you. so, if you're going through something, i want to show you that i care about you, and that i'm trying to understand."

"w-what?"

"love. why did you do it?" mil asked.

"b-because..." skye mumbled, "i...i didn't know love until i met you. whether it was platonic or romantic or one of a parent to a child, i felt none of it."

"oh, baby." she stepped forward and kissed skye as she hugged her tightly. "i'm so, so, so sorry."

"it's okay now. i don't do it anymore. now that i have you." skye blushed and kissed her again.

"i love you so much, skye."

"definitely not more than i love you."

"really?"

"yeah."

"prove it."

"fine." mil threw her arms around skye's neck and kissed her passionately, pressing her against the wall of her dorm room. skye kicked the door shut and continued to kiss her.

skylar and jax walked by the dorm room as this was all happening and looked at each other awkwardly once the door shut.

"well..." jax said.

"i guess that's going pretty well."