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 Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 8:20 am
s o l o Saying the Right Things (663 words)
"C'mon, Elle, please? It's only a small loan."
Shelley tried to ignore her, but the slide of fingers along her collar bone, jowl, and the back of her neck was lulling her into a state where she would've readily gave in if it were someone other than Philomena. It'd been about a month since the redhead had chased her off and discovered her powers as Slievenamon, but like a dog between her legs, the blonde was always willing to return to get what she wanted. Shelley admired her persistence, too bad it didn't go toward more respectable things.
Feeling anger well up within her, Shelley grabbed Philomena's arm and forcefully twisted her about until she was laying under the sixteen year old. Looming over her, she expected Philomena to pale, but considering their precarious pose, the blonde only chuckled heartily. Shelley reddened and pushed herself to sitting on the edge of the bed again, arms hugging her legs to her chest.
"Phi, why the heck do you do this?" she asked softly. "Do you... even care about me? Like, at all? I know you're just after money, your intentions are clear, but even if it is just a little I... I don't know. Just tell me. Honestly."
"Oh, Ellie, of course I do!" Philomena said. However, this response earned a look of scorn from the redhead, and Philomena internally grimaced. Whenever she lied, her voice took on a singsong tone. Shelley had picked up on this relatively early in their budding relationship, so she couldn't win when she tried to play the field. Sighing now, she pushed herself up to sitting next to Shelley. "Elle, there are a lot of things I love," she said. "And not just literal things, I mean, like, things about you as well. I like how earnest you are about learning stuff, or when you play something on your flute. How you do that weird laugh when you find something entertaining or never wear your glasses out in public." She smoothed a lock away from the girl's face. "That's how I feel."
Shelley's eyes focused on Philomena again, but her expression did not change; she still wore a face a mix between perturbation and doubt. "I don't trust anyone one-hundred percent," the redhead said, pursing her lips and turning away.
"I don't either," said the blonde.
"So how can I trust anything you're saying? You've proven time and time again that you're just after money, so Phi, just— Mmph!"
Before Shelley could say more, Philomena thrust her down back on the bed and shut her up with a hard kiss. The redhead felt a shudder pass through her body and her arms reflexively twine about the blonde's neck. After a lengthy moment, Philomena broke the kiss, and Shelley huffed out a pant as she turned her reddened face to the side.
"Your thoughts are too messy, Elle," the blonde said, an amused smile tracing her lips into a curve. "Stop dwelling so much, you know it has never done you any good."
Shelley glared at her—there she went again, weaseling her way to what she wanted by saying the right things. It pissed the redhead off, but she couldn't help give in.
"Actions speak louder than words," Philomena said, tugging at the waist of her pants. "Don't think, just do."
"Phi..."
Hours later, Shelley awoke to an empty bed. Groaning, she stretched an arm down and grabbed at her clothes littered on the floor. When they proved to be too far to reach, she turned away with a sigh, and stared at the vacant spot where Philomena once lay. Fluttering her eyelids down, the teen didn't want to think anymore. She just wanted to do.
Do away with all of the negativity in her life—especially one named Philomena Hill.
She probably emptied my wallet again, Shelley thought. Maybe even plucked something from my desk as well. She took those earrings last time. Ugh...
I never learn.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 9:42 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 9:51 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 1:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 8:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 5:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 10:40 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 10:42 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2016 2:24 am
s o l o Parental Unit (660 words)
Shelley paced about the kitchen, her hands wringing each other as she tried to mentally go over the scenario in her head. Finding out who her mother was had answered more questions than provoked them, but there was still one on her mind she could not let go of: How the hell did Giselle find out her mother's name? Not even Shelley was aware of what she was called, so it bothered the redhead. Most of all, why did her stepmother—someone who hardly paid her a second thought—decide to help her so suddenly? Shelley just had to ask her.
So when the brunette came stumbling into the Nickson home with both hands barely gripped around name-brand bags filled with all kinds of expensive clothing, she passed her stepdaughter by without a second glance. She landed with an elegant flop down onto the living room sofa and dropped her bags at the side. As she clawed around for the remote, Shelley took his moment to approach her, and snatched the device out of Giselle's touch before she could firmly grasp it.
Looking offended, Giselle said, "Nuh-uh, Shelley! The television's mine for now! Give that here!"
"Giselle, we need to talk."
"Just give me the remote, Shelley, c'mon! I'm going to miss Judge Judy!"
"Giselle, we—"
"Shelleyyy...."
"Giselle!" Shelley shouted with such frustration and volume that the brunette seemed to shrivel up for a second. Now, with her quiet, she settled down in on the open spot next to her stepmother and drew a breath. Calmly and slowly, Shelley said, "Giselle, I have to ask you something. Where... did you... get my mother's name from?"
Giselle blinked. "Eh? I don't know—"
"The piece of paper, Giselle!" Shelley snapped. "In the dress from last week! The name Songhee Im was written on a paper and put inside it. It came from you. How did you know my mother's name?"
Giselle's lips pulled taut. Straightened herself from her slouched position, she averted her eyes from Shelley and ran a thumb across her knuckles. "Well, um, you see, Shelley..." she began. "Your father... Desmond... He likes to drink, y'know? I know you don't like being around him when he does, especially since he drinks a lot, but like, he tends to spew stuff when he does. He's told me everything after he's gotten a few glasses of scotch down. Some things I can't mention, but one of them was your ma. He told me all about that poor girl and what he decided to do with you. It was horrible, Shelley. I never knew that about your father."
Looking to her, Giselle stretched her hand across and laid it on Shelley's. This caught the girl off guard for a moment and she exchanged glances between her stepmother's apologetic stare and the warmth of her bony fingers. It was so alien to Shelley; Giselle had never been so nice before. As if reacting on her discomfort, Giselle withdrew her hand, and settled them both back on her lap.
"After I learned about Songhee, I really couldn't... Your dad became unbearable, Shelley. But I couldn't leave him, he just..."
When Giselle quieted suddenly, she watched her stepmother absently fiddle with her wedding ring by twisting it about on the finger. The hunk of diamond—chosen by Desmond himself—was of an identifiable karat, but enough to make the average housewife swoon in jealousy. Shelley didn't need elaboration here, she knew exactly why Giselle couldn't just leave her father.
It's always been about the money, she thought.
"I understand, Giselle," she said, rising to her feet. "Thank you, though. That name, it helped. I happened to meet my grandmother. My maternal one, anyway."
Giselle looked up to her and she could see her stepmother's eyes smile. It almost made the redhead retch; it had never came to her that something so simple could make her happy.
"You're welcome," Giselle said with a chuckle.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2016 2:51 am
s o l o Dateline (1312 words)
Philomena puckered her lips and leaned forward toward Shelley. "I wonnn," she said. "So one kiss, one."
The redhead's face strained in annoyance and she pushed the blonde''s mouth away. "Cut the s**t , Phi," she said.
The blonde fixed herself straight and tilted her head at the sixteen year old, taking particular notice of the way she fidgeted nervously. "Mmm," she hummed, a thought clicking in her mind. "Is something bothering you, Elle?"
"What?" she snapped at Philomena suddenly. "N-no, nothing is..."
"Oh, yes, yes there is!" She jabbed a finger into Shelley's face. "You're hiding something. C'mon, spill it, what's got you so tied up in knots?"
"Errr, well..." Shelley wrung her hands together. "Y'see, there's this girl..."
"Ohhh?" Philomena perked in interest. "Cheating on me already, Shelley?"
The redhead grimaced. "J-just let me finish, you a**! Where was I... Oh yea, there's this girl in my class and she's transferring schools soon. Um, yesterday, she asked me if I could go on a date with her and..."
"You agreed?"
"Well, yea," Shelley said, scratching her cheek. "I felt kinda sorry for her—she doesn't stand out much, and I hadn't known she liked me until now... Heck, I didn't even know she swung that way."
Philomena cocked her head the other way like a bird. "And you're telling ther because...?" she said, blinking as she cupped her jowl in her palm. "Are you looking for advice?"
She nodded. "I haven't the faintest idea how a date goes," Shelley admitted. "Yea, sure, I've gone out with girls, but you know how they were... Our dates consisted of drinking a couple of beers and making out. That's it. And I know this girl won't be game for that..."
Philomena hummed again in thought. "What kind of girl is she?" she asked.
"As I said, doesn't stand out much, meek, glasses. Your typical shrinking violet," Shelley told her.
The blonde clutched her chin between forefinger and thumb in thought and nodded to herself as she revised ideas in her mind. Then, turning to Shelley, she said, "Take her to a movie."
"I... Well, okay?" she said.
"But not just any movie, make it a comedy, so you have something for an uplifting mood because you know it'll be awkward as hell. It'll help her open up as well."
The redhead nodded to her reasoning. "That's actually a... good idea."
"Oh, and don't buy snacks either," Philomena continued. "Offer to eat something after the movie. That way, you'd both be hungry, and you'd also have something to talk about as you eat."
Shelley's eyes widened at how well that plan sounded. Snapping her fingers, she dipped her chin and smiled. "Damn, Philomena, that's clever."
"I try. Do tell me how the date goes when it's over," the blonde said. "Now that that's through, how's about that kiss—"
As she leaned in again for that smooch, Shelley slapped her hand over her mouth and drew her away. "a*****e."
When Shelley returned to her own home, she gave the girl a call and relayed her plans for that Saturday. When her date came around, things went surprisingly smooth. She took her to see a raunchy comedy that had the two in tears until they hit a local diner and discussed their favorite scenes. They then walked around for an hour window-shopping because the girl's train didn't come at eight. Standing before the terminal, the girl hugged her hands to her bosom.
"U-um, S-Shelley?" she stammered. "I-I was wondering if... If I could get a hug b-before I leave?"
The redhead shoved her hands in her pockets. Despite trying to avoid awkwardness, she couldn't help but feel so at her question. "S-sure," she said with a nod.
As the girl stepped forward, she gently wrapped arms about her waist and, tentatively, Shelley did the same. They stood in acquiesce for a moment before the female noticed a tremble to the girl's shoulders.
Oh crap, is she crying? she mentally sighed. Crap...
Feeling petite arms loosen from her form, Shelley watched as the girl wiped away a tear from beneath her glasses. "T-thanks... T-thank you so much for today," she said, bowing her head.
"Same," she returned, forcing a smile. "I'll see you around, 'kay?"
The girl looked up to her with a doleful expression. "Yea," she said. "Some time... See you."
As she turned on her heel and marched off in the direction of the train terminal, Shelley glanced eyes to her wrist watch. It's already eight-thirty... she noted. Would it be too late to...? Shelley shook her head. I shouldn't, but she did ask. 'Sides, it is only a twenty minute walk...
Philomena jumped from her spot on the living sofa when she heard her home's doorbell. "Who the heck is that?" she asked herself as she slipped from her seat and pulled open the door. Seeing the redhead standing in the mouth of the door, she blinked. "Shelley? Why are you here? It's almost nine."
Averting her eyes in embarrassment, Shelley began to regret even coming. "You said to tell you how the date went when it was over..." she replied.
Philomena blinked a few more times. "You could've just called me, you dolt," the blonde said. "But whatever, just come inside, come inside."
Stepping aside, the redhead pushed her hands into her pockets and casually entered. Turning her head over her shoulder, she felt Philomena guide her with a push to the living room.
"Sooo?" she began. "How far did you get?"
Shelley felt a high urge to deck her. "I just gave her a hug," she said. "Otherwise, it went pretty good... Your ideas were great, by the way. We went to see a funny movie, as you said, and even talked a bit after the showing. We also walked around a bit after doing so because her train didn't come until late."
"Mmm," Philomena nodded with a smile. "Good for you. I'm glad things went smoothly."
The easygoing reply miffed Shelley a bit. Thinning her lips, she thought for a second, and then stood. "Well, if it is fine by you, I'm going."
Just as she stood, Philomena soon followed. "Hey... Hey, wait," she said, catching the female by her forearm. "The heck, so soon? Stay a bit."
"I couldn't..."
Philomena closed her eyes and flashed her a coy smile. "Y'know, my mom doesn't come home until late, sooo..."
"Philomena..."
She opened her fallow eyes. "So if you ********..." Shelley turned her face away. "Phi, stop being an a**..."
"Oh?" Reaching a hand to the her face, she pinched her cheeks and jerked her face back to her own. "You're acting pensive again. What's bothering you now?"
"Nothing!"
"Liiiies. Something is definitely—" Before she continued, her mind put two and two together. "Oh, Shelley, aren't you cute. You wanted me to object to your date."
"I... I never said—!"
"You're so transparent, it's adorable." Philomena teased. "If I knew you felt—"
Before she could finish, Shelley tugged her forward with a fistful of shirt. "You're such an a**," she said and then forced a kiss on the blonde.
Widening her eyes, Philomena came close to objecting, but accepted with a tight wrap of her arms about the redhead's shoulders. Drawing back from her, her gaze fell half-lidded as she licked her lip. "If you wanted to, you could've just said so," she sighed as she dragged Shelley to her bedroom.
A hour later, the blonde had an arm thrown over her. She jumped a bit when Shelley smoothed her lips to her ear.
"Are you okay?" she asked in a mutter.
"I'm exhausted," she replied with a light chuckle, lying an arm across her brow. "But that's a given, no?"
Shelley hummed in response. "Yea, I guess..."
Another chuckle rumbled from the blonde's throat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 9:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2016 5:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 10:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 6:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 8:38 pm
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