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Da dum… Da dum… Da dum…

 

Georgie’s skull rattles (hard; ouch) against the bus window it’s resting on, which yeah, it comes with its downfalls but sitting completely upright just feels like too much of a feat for her to attempt right now.

Also the glass was cold and damp with condensation, which felt like heaven against her slightly overheating skin.

Fuck, she was meant to be going on a date and she could barely stop herself falling asleep. On a public bus.

She definitely feels a little pathetic.

hhh..hH’IGTSS’x

The sneeze sneaks up on her, arising out of the perpetual, achey sort of tingling that had been plaguing her all day and throws her forward a little in her seat. God, she hates stifling when she’s sick. However, being on public transport and all, it’s common decency, but at the same time... ouch.

Swallowing uncomfortably against her throat, raw and aching as it was, she snuffles thickly and wills her face off its perch with a sleepy sigh. Reaching into her bag, she pokes around until she emerges with a tube of concealer and readies her phone’s front facing camera… wincing a little when she catches sight of her appearance in all its palid, selectively flushed glory..

Christ, I look a little bit like shit...

She really should’ve just texted Cee hours ago when it was socially appropriate to reschedule a date. It would’ve been so easy. She strikes her as such a painfully caring person, Georgie could say with a shocking degree of certainty (despite having only known her for a few weeks) that she wouldn’t have minded. She would’ve been her kind, lovely self and said “of course we can do it another time, don’t be silly! hope you feel better :( x”, or something to that effect.

Georgie had been poised several times that very day, text conversation open and ready to pull the trigger, but it was like some invisible force just… cancelled the action out of nowhere any time she went to start the text like she was a sim or something.

The makeup she’d applied for work had mostly held up, but it was blatantly obvious with the smudges of pale red skin visible around the rims of her nose that it’d spent the better part of the day buried in a tissue. She squints a little as she dabs the concealer on the sensitive patches. It stings a bit to the touch, which in turn makes her eyes water, and then has her diving into her pocket for a tissue because it’s only a matter of time before her nose joins in and starts streaming too.

Sigh. She feels gross. And a little bit sorry for herself.

Because you see, no matter how much she likes Cee, and how much she knows in her heart she was a gem of a human being (one who, on their very first date, with no hesitation or qualms about sounding silly or soft-hearted, asked the waitress to bring out a dish of sugar water for a tired bee that looked conked out on the windowsill beside their table), Georgie really shouldn’t be letting her see her like this, not somebody she genuinely liked and at this point was still actively working to impress, consciously or not. Yes, insert joke about how lesbians move fast in relationships, but realistically this sort of thing was definitely more “shouldn’t be encountered until we’re safely in a relationship and locked in” sort of territory.

Honestly, Georgie just… really, properly, embarrassingly likes her. In a way that makes her feel a little bit exposed. They’d been on a couple of dates now at this point, and it felt like during the time in between she was just counting down until they could see each other again. It felt clumsy and goofy to be so giddy about it all but she was. It was new, and sweet, and exciting. She hadn’t had this with someone in what felt like a long time, and it’s scary. But kind of joyful at the same time.

The rest of the bus journey passes in a bit of a daze. She’s staring out into the pitch dark scenery that blurs beside her, when a little ember of anxiety, very familiar, and one that flickers away covertly, anticipatory in the pit of her stomach at the best of times, begins to catch.

She feels repressed insecurities, and irrational worries begin to rise to a head, and it’s a very easy maze to get lost in, especially when her head feels so full and pressurised as is, but-

She suddenly looks up, for no exact reason, from where her eyes had been burning a hole in her lap and… there’s a baby a couple of rows ahead hanging over its mother’s shoulder, just… staring at her. All wide-eyed and curious.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, little kids goggling a bit, with the ends of her ‘just-not-quite-shoulder-length’ hair dyed a dark pink.

Georgie stares back for a second, and it’s as if the sudden break in hyper-concentration with her own thoughts burst the anxiety like a pin in a balloon. She feels lighter. A little deflated, but… in a good way?

She gives the baby a little wave, and can’t help but smile when it’s face alights with joy and it seems to start wiggling in excitement. It’s like the joy is transferable, and Georgie feels herself light up a little bit with it too.

Off the back of the emotion, she impulsively, and without really thinking too much about why she’s doing it, opens her phone and brings up Cee’s instagram for a quick look. Opening up a couple pictures that have grown to be her favourites (is that creepy? that’s not creepy, right?), she has to bite her lip to stop the smile before it gets entirely too enthusiastic for the tea time bus home from town.

 

By the time she has to get off the bus, she’s verging on being late and the skies have opened (thank-you the South of England in the middle of October). So she barely has time to think before she realises she has no choice but to just book it to the cosy little restaurant Cee had picked out. Which means she arrives just a little bit wet. And out of breath.

Shit…” she huffs to herself, ducking into the hallway just inside the doorway before you properly enter the building with a short, irritated little burst of sickly-sounding coughs. She pulls out her phone again to check her appearance and make sure she didn’t look totally awful.

The most she can do at this stage is roughly rub away the black smudges from the corner of her eyes where the mascara has run, blow her nose one last time, and send up a prayer that she doesn’t come across as gross and contagious as she feels.

Maybe she stood out there a few more seconds than was really necessary. Maybe she gave herself a mental pep talk. Who’s to know, really?

All she does know is that when she finally goes inside and see’s Cee sitting at one of the tables, goofing around on her phone, somehow it feels worth it.

Georgie can’t bite back the giddy little smile this time as she crosses the room. Cee’s face lights up in turn when she looks up and see’s her approaching, and she immediately stands to greet her.

It always catches Georgie a little bit off guard how small in stature the woman is. She has this great commanding nature and presence of character, both virtually and in real life conversation, that she always appears taller/bigger than she really is. Athletic, toned, but can’t be more than adorably 5”2.

But Georgie’s stopped up short when faint tingling of irritation suddenly, and sharply peaks again. Her eyes flutter shut and her mouth drops open, taking a step off course to bring her coat sleeve to her face, a-and…

hihhh’IHGTSSX’uh

She turns back around with a quickness and continues course, as if trying to brush off the fact that it had even happened at all, though now blushing fiercely.

Cee chuckles and still reaches to pull her into a hug.

“Bless you! You alright? God, you’re soaked through...”

The lightness of her tone eases the tension in Georgie’s chest a bit, and she can’t help but laugh a little in return as they both make to sit down.

“Ugh, thadk-you. Yeah, it’s absolutely chucking it dowd outside, I had to run frob sdniff from Uniod street” she explains, taking her coat off despite feeling a little chilled, because, y’know, polite. “And here’s whed you find out that I cad’t run to save mby life. We get caught up id the apocalypse? Sorry, but I’ll end up letting the zombies take me because there’s ndo use wasting the edergy whed they’ll definitely get me anyway”.

Inwardly she cringes a little at her blunt, rounded consonants and just how generally blocked up her voice is, despite having only just blown her nose before she came in. So... bleh.

Cee grins and shoots her a faux-incredulous look. “Shut up. I’ll put you on my back. Or find you a nice wheelbarrow to hop into, or something like that…”

Georgie snorts with laughter, the sound catching in her throat forcing her to cough a little.

“Where are you going to find a wheelbarrow id the mbiddle of the apocalypse?”

“Hey, I’m very resourceful! Also, we live in Brighton, we’ll definitely find a hipster using one as a garden ornament or flower display box or something around here”.

They banter a bit more back and forth as they wait for drinks and to order food, the flow they settle into immediately natural, in a warm, comforting way.

However, as much as she’s trying to concentrate on what Cee’s story, Georgie can definitely feel her nose threatening to stream (whether it’s from the sudden temperature change of the cold outside compared to the heat inside), but she knows that by pulling out a tissue she’s basically admitting straight up that she’s sick.

As if it wasn’t already obvious, but still.

Cee chats away, but Georgie’s only really half listening at this stage. She’s left her nose alone for long enough now, only appeasing it with useless, blocked up sniffles that are destined to get her nowhere, that the trickle of fluid has teased a prickly itch to life.

Cee pauses mid-sentence when Georgie’s eyes go all hazy, filling with moisture as expression falls. She finally gives in and fumbles in her pocket for a tissue.

hehh...s-sorry- hih’EHTSSCH’uh!

She manages to swivel away from the table and actually sneeze properly for the first time in hours, and for a split, blessed moment it’s relieving despite how it scratched up her throat on the way out. Rest assured the embarrassment is hot on its heels though, as she’s suddenly aware of Cee’s eyes on her, sympathetic as they are.

“Oh goodness, bless you…” she says, voice laden in thinly-veiled concern, and all of a sudden Georgie feels silly.

“Umb, yeah…” she mutters, inconspicuously mopping herself up a bit before turning back round to the table, her eyes doing a cautionary sweep to see if anyone had seen else around that. “I mbead I think it’s pretty obvious but I have a bit of a cold, a-and I’m really sorry…”

Cee breathes a dramatic sigh of relief, and jumps to action.

“A bit? You sound full of it, poor thing…” she retorts, pulling her backpack up from where it was sitting under the table and starts rooting around in it.

“I wasn’t going to mention it if you weren’t; didn’t want to make you feel awkward or anything like that, but I’m just sitting here, like, dying to do something to help. Maybe fuss. A little.”

Georgie chuckles self-deprecatingly reckons she should feel more uncomfortable right now, but there’s something in Cee’s tone, the obvious affection laced through it, that makes her feel somewhat more okay with this situation. It puts her at ease. Normally she’d want to run a mile from, well, this but… somehow this was kind of all right.

Cee comes up empty, and instead picks up her own napkin from the table and passes it over. “I could’ve swore I had some tissues in that bag, but this is apparently all I have”

Georgie accepts it with a small, grateful quirk of her lips at the way their fingers brush. Which would be nice, only now she’s struck with the urge to hold it and that’s all her brain can suddenly conjure thoughts about.

“And there’s no need to be sorry, don’t be silly”

“I suppose it’s kind of more ‘sorry for ndot letting you kdow or offering to reschedule’ mbore thad ‘sorry for being ill’, but I cad’t say I’b ndot… at least a little bit sorry for just gederally being gross and ill. So id the interest of mby conscience, I have to advise you to keep your distance” she expresses with a nervous chuckle.

Cee’s about to respond, but there’s something about the fondness in her eyes as Georgie gazes at them, or the so sweetly concerned cut of her expression cast in the dim, homely light of their surroundings that causes her heart to leap, and her mouth to open, cutting her off-

“I just… I really wadted to see you, y’know? I kdow it’s odly beed like a week sidce we last did this, sdnff, but I’ve kiiiinda looked forward to this every day sidce thed”

She says it half to the table, and half to the potted plant just over Cee’s right shoulder, the sincerity burning in her chest and in the blush of her cheeks. But when Georgie finishes and finally wills her eyes to meet Cee’s, brown and soulful any day of the week, but were now glazed with something.. else in particular. In that moment Georgie couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly that ‘else’ was, but whatever it was her heart clearly knew more than she did because it set into a fluttering, excitable rhythm.

As if unable to simply do nothing anymore, Cee reaches across the table and takes Georgie’s hand in hers, running her fingers gently over her knuckles before bringing them briefly to her lips. When she brings it down, she stays holding it on top of the table.

Cee’s fingers are elegant, and soft, and just a little bit distracting. Georgie melts.

“All I’ll say is, as insanely selfish as this probably sounds, I’m incredibly glad you still came. Even though you should definitely be in bed with a cup of tea right now, and I’m dying to give you my scarf because you do look freezing. Are you warm enough?”

Georgie lets herself grin, happiness settling in her chest like the welcome comfort of a warm blanket, before taking a cleansing breath and giving Cee’s hand a squeeze.

“Let’s order sobe food first, thed you cad fuss. Please tell mbe do a ndiiiiice soup here…”

 

a/n; so these are a couple of oc's i've been developing and been having a really good time with! pride month been having me feeling: very gay, so behold my lesbians. hope you enjoy!

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This is something good. ;)

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I love these two!! Please continue and please make more stories about them:doublethumbsup:

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I love this!! Everything about this story is awesome. The characters are adorable and their relationship is so heart warming. You wrote this story so well, down to the minor details which make it such a great story. The location you chose for this story is also interesting. Almost makes one want to travel to Brighton 😂 I need more of these two and this story like yesterday!

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I love this! You’ve really captured these two character’s personality and I’m loving the story line so far. Please continue! And yes, Happy Pride!

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I would absolutely love more of this! It's so sweet and wholesome, and I'd love to see more of Cee fussing over Georgie!

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I absolutely LOVE this story! I find it amazingly well-written and their relationship is sooo sweet!!!

Also,the description of the various symptoms is just breath-taking and imagining it all is effortless because it's done perfectly.

Please,do keep up the great work!

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Just realising I forgot to thank all you guys for your lovely comments! So - thank-you all so much, they're so kind and I really really appreciate it! ❤

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