Title: Between Friends Fandom/original: Original Characters: Original, Haiti + Lindsay Rating: PG Word count: 675
‘It’s raining.’
‘So?’ Haiti grinned, looking over her shoulder at her friend. ‘It feels really, really, really good,’ she said teasingly, looking down from the gentle curve of her friend’s breasts to the trim cut of her waist. The rain had plastered Lin’s shirt to her skin, darkening the color until it wasn’t really beige anymore.
Haiti looked back up quickly, innocently. ‘And the rain always makes everything look so pretty!’ she said, looking away from familiar green eyes mountains in the distance, then back. ‘Don’t you think?’
‘Yes,’ Lindsay said, a sweet smile turning the corners of her lips, green eyes bright. ‘Sneezing and buckets full of snot are the new vogue, wouldn’t you say?’
Haiti huffed indignantly. ‘Hey! I do not drip buckets full of snot!’ she said, wrinkling her nose at the image. Ew. ‘And I was trying to be flirty. You could’ve at least, y’know, tried to be flattered. Or something.’
Lin rolled her eyes. ‘Not when I can feel mud in my socks.’
Haiti looked down at her friend’s feet quickly. Lin was wearing a pair of black and purple sneakers, sans socks. They were almost completely covered in mud. ‘Oops. Um. You could’ve sent a text?’ she said, looking back up sheepishly.
Lindsay raised an eyebrow. ‘To what?’
‘My phone?’ Haiti said uncertainly.
‘You mean this?’
Haiti stared at the tiny red and silver cell that Lin was holding and snickered. ‘Yeah. About that.’ She grinned brightly. ‘See, I knew I had it somewhere. Just, apparently, not on me. And why couldn’t you have texted me anyway?’
‘It’s raining.’
‘I know.’ It had been raining a long time before she’d been out.
‘And you didn’t have your phone with you.’
‘Nope,’ Haiti said. She knew that, too. She was the one who’d left it behind.
Slowly, as if something was physically dragging her back, Lin walked over to the swing. ‘I didn’t want you to get sick,’ she said.
‘Why not?’ Haiti asked quietly, staring up at the face she’d grown to memorize in the past several years she’d seen it. The features were too severe, the eyes bracketed with too many crow’s feet, the mouth thinned to disapproving lines more often than not—and when upset, those ugly, bushy eyebrows Lindsay wouldn’t let her near would pinch together, exactly like now.
‘I thought you didn’t care about the happy little valley-girl who didn’t know enough about the world to even care about some small, relatively insignificant part of it getting nuked?’ Haiti said, reaching up to poke an eyebrow petulantly. Why did she have to fall in love with a woman like Lindsay Fielding anyway?
‘I—didn’t mean it,’ Lin said hesitantly.
‘The rain’s still nice,’ Haiti said, turning away abruptly to catch a handful of the water that had collected in the curved seat of the swing. She hated Moments. Lindsay might be good at them, what with being brooding and philosophical and serious, but she wasn’t. ‘And we still have enough Nyquil, y’know? So it’s okay.’
She wasn’t sure what, exactly, would be okay.
And if it wasn’t her health, then she didn’t really know who she was convincing.
After all, she was the one who’d run outside in the middle of the storm after they more or less blew up in each other’s faces. Haiti stared down at the water in her hands, and blew out a breath in annoyance. ‘I didn’t mean it, too,’ she said. ‘You’re not easy that to hate. You risked muddy toes for me!’ She looked back at Lindsay and grinned.
For a moment, something like embarrassment cut through the severity in her friend’s expression. Then the frown was back, except it wasn’t quite the same. ‘Why didn’t you bring your phone?’
‘Because I was mad at you, idiot.’
‘…why are we still out here in the rain, if you’re not mad at me anymore?’
‘Because sometimes you shouldn’t worry about things! Like, um, getting sick. Or, y’know—okay, we can go in now. I think a leaf just flew into my mouth.’
Between Friends
Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Original, Haiti + Lindsay
Rating: PG
Word count: 675
‘It’s raining.’
‘So?’ Haiti grinned, looking over her shoulder at her friend. ‘It feels really, really, really good,’ she said teasingly, looking down from the gentle curve of her friend’s breasts to the trim cut of her waist. The rain had plastered Lin’s shirt to her skin, darkening the color until it wasn’t really beige anymore.
Haiti looked back up quickly, innocently. ‘And the rain always makes everything look so pretty!’ she said, looking away from familiar green eyes mountains in the distance, then back. ‘Don’t you think?’
‘Yes,’ Lindsay said, a sweet smile turning the corners of her lips, green eyes bright. ‘Sneezing and buckets full of snot are the new vogue, wouldn’t you say?’
Haiti huffed indignantly. ‘Hey! I do not drip buckets full of snot!’ she said, wrinkling her nose at the image. Ew. ‘And I was trying to be flirty. You could’ve at least, y’know, tried to be flattered. Or something.’
Lin rolled her eyes. ‘Not when I can feel mud in my socks.’
Haiti looked down at her friend’s feet quickly. Lin was wearing a pair of black and purple sneakers, sans socks. They were almost completely covered in mud. ‘Oops. Um. You could’ve sent a text?’ she said, looking back up sheepishly.
Lindsay raised an eyebrow. ‘To what?’
‘My phone?’ Haiti said uncertainly.
‘You mean this?’
Haiti stared at the tiny red and silver cell that Lin was holding and snickered. ‘Yeah. About that.’ She grinned brightly. ‘See, I knew I had it somewhere. Just, apparently, not on me. And why couldn’t you have texted me anyway?’
‘It’s raining.’
‘I know.’ It had been raining a long time before she’d been out.
‘And you didn’t have your phone with you.’
‘Nope,’ Haiti said. She knew that, too. She was the one who’d left it behind.
Slowly, as if something was physically dragging her back, Lin walked over to the swing. ‘I didn’t want you to get sick,’ she said.
‘Why not?’ Haiti asked quietly, staring up at the face she’d grown to memorize in the past several years she’d seen it. The features were too severe, the eyes bracketed with too many crow’s feet, the mouth thinned to disapproving lines more often than not—and when upset, those ugly, bushy eyebrows Lindsay wouldn’t let her near would pinch together, exactly like now.
‘I thought you didn’t care about the happy little valley-girl who didn’t know enough about the world to even care about some small, relatively insignificant part of it getting nuked?’ Haiti said, reaching up to poke an eyebrow petulantly. Why did she have to fall in love with a woman like Lindsay Fielding anyway?
‘I—didn’t mean it,’ Lin said hesitantly.
‘The rain’s still nice,’ Haiti said, turning away abruptly to catch a handful of the water that had collected in the curved seat of the swing. She hated Moments. Lindsay might be good at them, what with being brooding and philosophical and serious, but she wasn’t. ‘And we still have enough Nyquil, y’know? So it’s okay.’
She wasn’t sure what, exactly, would be okay.
And if it wasn’t her health, then she didn’t really know who she was convincing.
After all, she was the one who’d run outside in the middle of the storm after they more or less blew up in each other’s faces. Haiti stared down at the water in her hands, and blew out a breath in annoyance. ‘I didn’t mean it, too,’ she said. ‘You’re not easy that to hate. You risked muddy toes for me!’ She looked back at Lindsay and grinned.
For a moment, something like embarrassment cut through the severity in her friend’s expression. Then the frown was back, except it wasn’t quite the same. ‘Why didn’t you bring your phone?’
‘Because I was mad at you, idiot.’
‘…why are we still out here in the rain, if you’re not mad at me anymore?’
‘Because sometimes you shouldn’t worry about things! Like, um, getting sick. Or, y’know—okay, we can go in now. I think a leaf just flew into my mouth.’