"The thing is Mom. Your opinion hold no value in my eyes, nor does your preacher’s or your husband’s. I will be whatever I want to be. I will be gay. I will be me, and you will have no part in my decisions or life.” I smirk at the ‘world is ending’ look that her eyes gave away all to easily. Her perfect lips let out a gasp, and my job was done. Little Miss Perfect let go of her composure.
“ You will not talk to your mother that way!” Her voice cracked as it let the words fall out of her mouth. Clumsily they all got up and walked away with no merit or meaning.
“ Whatever.” I picked up my army green duffel bag that had been packed since the day I turned 16. “ I’m gone.” With that I turned flipped my hair over my shoulders, and slammed the front door in her face.
Out on the dampened streets I stood; alive for the first time in my life. An old dented piece of metal sat in the drive way with the engine revving, and lights switched on. The cold air made the exhaustion visible as it floated up into nothing.
Her hair hung down over the steering wheel, as I watched her playing with the radio. This is it. This is why I’m alive. I smiled widely, admiring her sharp cheek bones and gentle eyes. She looks at me. Inside I’m screaming. Finally. I’m hers.
She smiles, I swear I die. I run to the car almost skipping, and slide in the passenger seat. “ April, I’m yours.” I try to remain solemn, but a giggle escapes my cracked lips.
Adele’s voice radiates from the radio speakers, ‘Hold me closer, one more time, say that you love me in your last goodbye.’
A tear falls over her sharp cheekbone, and runs down over her pink lips. I lean over the seat and kiss her lip, pressing my forehead against hers. Eyes closed, simultaneously we both sharply inhale. A light switches on from Little Miss Perfect’s house; I look up to see her standing at the door. Only for a moment, then she’s walking our way.
“ Drive, drive, drive!” I loudly yell. “ Mom’s got a bat!”
April slams on the gas backing up into two large green trash bins. She ignores them and shoves the gear in drive, turning over the curb. “ That could not have been good for my car!” She’s laughing so hard she can barely breathe. “ But your worth it Ashly.” her voice fades into a serious tone.
This was the right choice, I know it. I slide my finger in between hers, and lay my head back against the head rest. Watching the houses go by, all ordinary and exactly the same. I’ve never been like the houses on my block, and I will never be with April. My eyes revert back to the raindrops dripping down the passenger side window.
Her apartment was spacious, but this is an understatement. I looked around the main room. It was a medium sized room, with absolutely no furniture. Torn wallpaper hung from the wall.
“ It’s not that bad!” April squeals, dropping our bags on the dusty floor. A puff of dusty stirs up.
“ Baby it’s perfect.” I smile at her, which automatically makes her eyes light up with the thankfulness of approval. I kiss her lips gently, and pull her through a green chipped door to the bed room. A queen sized bed, with no sheets takes up 1/3rd of the room. The place was as bare as a babies butt. “ You did live here before I came, right?”
“Yes!”
“ Uh huh, is there any proof of that.” I grinned, noticing the absence of photos, furniture, and trash.
“ If you don’t remember I pretty much was sneaking into your room every night. There was no need to even come here.” April raised an eyebrow, “ At least, there won’t be anymore sneaking!”
“ Ah, yes, and no more mother.” I laughed. “ But seriously, we need furniture if this is going to be our place, and sheets.” I gave her a concerned look. “ With this mattress, I can’t believe you didn’t invest in sheets.” The mattress was old and tattered, probably infested with something.
“ Fine Miss Snarky.” April stuck out her tongue and strutted out of the room to grab the bags.
I sit on the corner of the bed looking around at my new life. My start-over. With no crazy mom, or ugly step father. A place I could just be me. Me with my best friend, girlfriend, and lover. The feeling of freedom was beautiful. I ran my fingers through my light brown hair, pulling out tangles as I was lost in thought.
“ Looooooooooook what I found!” April walked in the room holding a set of blue sheets, pillows, and a large comforter.
I snapped out of thought, “ Where did you find those, if I may ask?”
“ Oh they were in the closet I was just too lazy to put them on the bed before.”
I roll my eyes. “ Of course you were.”
“Squish it! Squish it!” April screamed, jumping onto the bed. I jumped; startled. Her thin body huddled in the corner as an eight legged spider crawled its way across the ceiling, spiting her. It was a tiny, little spider, the size of a fly. She clutched the sheets tight to her chest like they were her baby.
“Babe, it’s fine” I pulled a tissue out of my pocket. Its hot in my hand as I jumped on the bed. On a mission after the spider. A soft squirshhh sound came from it as I smushed the spider under the tissue.
“ Ewwww...” She fell back down on the bed with a loud sigh of relief. “ He would of eaten my face off! I swear it!” A soft smile lit April’s face. I giggled, jumping on top of her, and sliding her fingers through mine.
“ No worries, April, I’ll protect you!” I playfully nuzzled her. “ I am your princess in shining armor!” I grinned and laid next to April. “ I would look good in an armor suit.”
Her blond hair cascaded across the pillow before she picked up her head to look at me. “ Of course, you are, and I’m the princess in the tower with my long, luscious hair. I’m way too girly to be on a horse!”
We both giggled, and laid back starring at the fan as it went turning around, around, around... and around....
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