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Pleasant Revelations; Part 4 of Brian and Ruby's backstory (Private)
Topic Started: Jun 21 2012, 05:10 AM (1,187 Views)
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((Regan Flagg continued from A week or so later))

She just couldn't get it right. Just by listening to it, you wouldn't think it would be that hard to play. Well, Regan wouldn't think it would be that hard to play. She could do the feedback part, she could do the first couple chords on the into, but she inevitably lost her place before it got to the first verse. The song was called The Groove, by Muse. She hadn't actually heard it before a few days ago, when she found it while absently surfing Spotify for new music. But once she'd listened to it a couple times, it was like a spell had been cast. Well, maybe not that extreme, but she'd really wanted to learn how to play it. So, she'd looked up the tabs and begun the process of learning how to play it herself. It was...not going as planned. She just kept making stupid mistakes, beginner stuff. Messed up timing, misplaced fingers, easy stuff. She was getting frustrated, but she was also determined to learn how to play the song. As scatter-brained as she could be in nearly every other area of her life, playing the guitar was the one place she could be considered a perfectionist. If she couldn't get it just right, she'd keep trying until she did. Well past the point where it became more frustrating than fun. It probably wasn't the healthiest learning process, but that point when she could play the song, to her degree of perfection? It was like flying. Or maybe just something that was also really cool. See, she couldn't ever come up with decent metaphors! Analogies! Whatever! It was getting on her nerves.

She'd been standing in the middle of her room for the last hour or two, trying over and over again, trial and error, trial and error. She was determined to get it right, but she also knew that she was too distracted to learn much of anything then and there. She kept thinking about the talk she'd had with Ruby today at the Chinese restaurant. Did she do alright? Like, as a friend to friend, heart to heart? She always thought of herself as the comic foil, not the confidant. What if she just made things worse? Ruby had seemed appreciative, but what if it all backfired? And why the fuck did that idea appeal to her so much? Whenever she thought about Ruby breaking if off with Brian, she felt an odd sense of...what? Glee? Satisfaction? No, nothing manipulative. But something that made her feel a teensiest bit hopeful. And, for the life of her, she just could not explain why she felt that. Granted, she was never really one for introspection, but she should at least be able to connect what made her happy and what didn't, right? She tried the intro again, her fingers playing along the neck of her guitar, the pick strumming further down to the body. But what if Ruby did break up with Brian? So what? She asked herself? Didn't we establish that was going to happen anyway? All she would need to do was be there to comfort Ruby if she needed it. That was her job as BFF.

The pick struck the wrong chord, and the note that came out instead completely threw off her rhythm. She stopped suddenly, the string still vibrating under the fingers wrapped around the neck. She pressed the ball of her hand to her temple and closed her eyes, grumbling under her breath. She took a heavy seat on her bed, the guitar sitting across her lap. Why was she so distracted, anyway? She'd done all she could. Offered some damn fine advice and helped out her friend. All she could do now was wait until she saw Ruby again to get the damage relayed to her. So why the hell did she feel so unresolved? It was like there was something tearing at her nerves, waiting just outside her range to grasp what, exactly, was bothering her. Maybe she should text her. Ask how thing went. That'd be the friend thing to do, right? It wouldn't seem too personal, would it? Her fingers absently strummed out the chords to play the intro to Come As You Are, something that, unlike learning The Groove, she could do without focusing. It helped a little, she thought, gave her something to focus on. But still dancing at the edge of her thoughts was Ruby.

She wondered if this was how a boy felt, when he just got the number of a girl he liked. Then she wondered why the hell that thought occurred to her. Then, speak of the devil, her door opened to reveal the exact girl who'd been occupying her thoughts. Ruby stood in her doorway, with the missus Flagg standing behind her. Marie Flagg looked like, if you could conceptualize it, the personification of 'preacher's wife'. Early 40's, blond hair, blue eyes, and best summed up with the word 'tidy'. Maybe 'fastidious'. All the same, she looked in at Regan with visible warmth, a warmth that was just as audible in her voice. "Regan, you're friend stopped by. I told her you weren't busy. You aren't, are you?" Regan scrambled to her feet, feeling, more than a little surprised, sliding the guitar over her shoulder and setting it on the bed. "No, no, of course not. Thanks, mom." Mrs. Flagg ushered Ruby into the room, hovering at the door for a moment afterward. "You two play nice, you hear?" She said with a playful wink and smile before closing the door and disappearing. Regan, on the other hand, felt a little put on the spot. Not that she minded Ruby stopping in. It's just that she might have straightened her room and herself up for first.

While it wasn't as big as the bedroom the Flagg parents shared, it was a near second. The wall were covered with various movie and band covers, with the odd superhero thrown in. Dirty clothes littered the floor in odd piles, leading in a trail to a dresser with the drawers hanging open to reveal folded clothing. Opposite the door was a decent sized window that was currently cracked to let some air in, with the bed pushed against the wall underneath it. At the foot of her bed was her amp, and next to that a guitar stand. On the left hand wall, her TV was mounted, a rather nice 40 inch HD. Her DVD's sat in a messy pile in front of a shelf containing still more DVD's in neat order. A faint humming was still coming from the guitar, so she hurried over to flip the switch, killing power to the amp and the guitar. Regan looked around hurriedly, holding up one finger to Ruby to ask for patience while she hastily put her room in some semblance of order. She wasn't going to change clothes with Ruby around, so Regan had to content herself with running a hand through her hair. She was clad in a black tank top with Captain America's shield emblazoned across the front, as well as a pair of jeans.

After she put her light blue Gibson DG-335 back onto it's stand, she finally turned to face Ruby, a frantic grin on her face. "So, what's up?" Her smile faltered as she read the expression on Ruby's face, changing into a look of concern. "How'd it go? Is everything okay?"

"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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While Ruby moved further into the room, Regan did one last sweep. Kicking errant clothes from her path, pushing her comics into more manageable piles, that sort of thing. She personally felt a little embarrassed that Ruby stopped in while her room was so out of sorts. Not that it's current state of mess was out of the ordinary. It almost always looked like a tornado had just passed through, a tornado that liked b-movies and comic books. The only progress ever made toward straightening up her room was when her mom did it for her while she was away from home. That was normal mom behavior right? Probably, yeah, but maybe not so much for an 18 year old girl. Really, the only time Regan did any cleaning of her own was when company was coming over. And when she had warning that company was coming over. Granted, Ruby had seen her room before. Probably in messier states then it was now. After all, she was a common enough sight in the Flagg household that she'd been escorted up well after 8 at night.

All the same, Regan wished she'd had some time to make her room, and herself, more presentable. That same unexplainable thought, comparing herself to a boy meeting his date for the first time, occurred to her. She wasn't sure if it made her want to laugh or curse. She settled on pushing it out of her head, trying to occupy herself with more productive lines of thought. Like, for example, being a good friend. Ruby was clearly upset about something. No prizes for guessing what.

While Ruby took a seat on the bed, Regan did one last glance around her room, just to police up anything that was especially...what? Incriminating? Embarrassing? Probably embarrassing. On impulse, she snatched up a trade paperback with Catwoman emblazoned across the cover, as scantily clad as ever, and quickly turned it over. Of course, Catwoman was also on the back. She slid over the pile of comics that she'd bought today so that they cascaded down and covered up Catwoman. It was only then she realized that two of the comics in the pile she knocked also featured Catwoman prominently on the cover. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder at Ruby, who was seemingly more interested in a poster than anything else for the moment. Regan looked at the poster Ruby indicated before finishing the job of hiding her Catwoman collection.

"You mean the Joan Jett poster? It's relatively new, I guess." Feeling strangely satisfied that her Catwoman collection was hidden, she turned and joined Ruby sitting on the edge of her bed. She looked up at the poster Ruby mentioned. It featured a view of a stylized and very very curvy Joan Jett from behind, her guitar at her side with the headstock pointed at three figures in the distance. Above the picture, it boasted (warned?) that 'THE WOMAN WITH THE BAD REPUTATION IS WAITING', and below that, 'JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS'. "I guess it's just a Joan Jett poster. I've never seen her before or anything. I just really like Joan Jett."

With that in the way of explanation, they both fell silent. Maybe Ruby expected her to ramble some more. For once, Regan had her tongue on lock down. It was obvious from the way Ruby was fidgeting that this wasn't a social call. This was BFF stuff right here, and it was damn important. At least, in the confines of the room and to the people in it, it was damn important. In the grand scheme of things, maybe not so much. Anyway.

Regan listened quietly as Ruby recounted the evening. Kenji was the guy who was, like, crazy about Spiderman, wasn't he? She was pretty sure she was thinking of the right guy. He hadn't seemed like he was gay. Then again, neither did Brian. Of course, her frame of reference for 'gay' was Elton John, or maybe Freddie Mercury. Though, technically, Mercury wasn't gay. She wasn't sure where this train of thought was going or what she intended to prove with it, so she let it derail there instead of running the risk of asking Ruby if Brian acted Elton John-ish in the last few days. By the time Ruby finished, Regan had a dozen things she wanted to say. Mostly the same sort of platitudes she'd spouted off in the restaurant today. If she had known Ruby planned to stop by after breaking the news to Brian, she would have done some research to come up with something better than 'there are other fish in the sea'. Most of the thoughts that occurred to her were along those lines and were therefore out of consideration automatically. While she struggled to come up with something to say, a sudden realization hit her like a bolt of lighting. When she'd held Ruby's hand today, that had worked wonders. Hadn't it? Yeah, of course it had. The topic at hand was orders of magnitude worse, so the gesture should be something more comforting.

"So... Yeah, long story short, it probably could have gone a lot better."

So, Regan hugged her. It seemed like the best, most obvious thing she could do. So obvious, in fact, she wondered why it didn't occur to her sooner. She guessed that it didn't matter now. Comfort mode:engaged. "I'm sorry that things ended up like they did." She hugged Ruby tighter. "But you're through it now. No more awkward feelings around Brian, no more pretending for his benefit. At least you can say that you're done with that." Regan let that sink in for a few moments, ostensibly to make it sound more poignant. Part of her felt strangely content to just hold Ruby. She felt acutely aware of Ruby's body against hers. When she realized that, as a friend, she probably wasn't supposed to think things like that, she relaxed the hug, enough so that she could speak to Ruby face to face, instead of face to shoulder. Her face felt uncomfortably warm, and she guessed she might be blushing, for God knows what reason. "At least you got it over with, right? Awkward stuff is out of the way, at least for the time being. You probably won't hear from Brian until tomorrow, when he meets up with you to explain that he and Kenji both tripped and fell on each other and proceeded to get braces stuck together or something equally plausible."

Maybe it was time for some levity? Some of that patented Regan charm. Or maybe 'charm' would be more accurate. Still, she seemed to amuse Ruby often enough, so maybe this was the best way she could help? Bring her out of a funk, as it were. Regan offered a grin, albeit a weak one. "Look on the bright side! Now you're automatically the good guy in this relationship argument. Everyone sides with the cheated upon. Like, it's the law. Unless you were smacking him around a bit before hand, but I'm almost fairly sure you didn't. Besides, like you said, you were going to break things off anyway. This just saved you some time in explaining that it's not him. As sweet as you are, you would've probably found a way to make him think it was his idea all along, but can you imagine how long that would have taken? You know what you should do, especially if you're feeling vindictive? Talk some girl into telling Brian you started fooling around with her. This one would work better if you waited some time first, as Brian would never believe you fooled around while seeing him. That whole 'too sweet' thing again." Regan paused, pretending to give the issue serious thought. "Would pretending to date a girl actually get to him, though? You know what, scratch that idea, I'll come up with something better."

The ideal goal was a smile. Maybe even a laugh if the Fates were feeling generous. But she could content herself with a smile, especially if it meant she had helped Ruby out. Regan brought her in for another hug, just to make sure that she'd done her job. "Whatever you decide, it's going to be okay. You'll find someone you're happy with, someone you don't need to pretend for. This is just a little road-bump. You'll see. It's all going to work out in the end."
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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Was she...? Did Ruby really just kiss her? For a few seconds, she couldn't begin to even process anything else as that question ran circles around her head. It just seemed so...ludicrous? No, incredible? So unlikely, that she could scarcely believe it had happened. It had happened, right? She didn't just, you know, snap, right? Maybe she was hallucinating. Would that be preferable? Well, no, schizophrenia would never be preferable to anything. Not that she meant to go on a tangent about mental disorders. She was just trying to make sense of what was happening. Like, why would Ruby kiss her? She knew that her joke about sleeping with another woman was just that, right? A joke? Ruby maintained a strong sense of humor in the past, so not getting the joke wasn't likely. Maybe finding Brian in the act did irreparable damage to her funny-bone? Maybe Regan just did such an awesome job making Ruby feel better that...Ruby decided that Regan was just that irresistible. Okay, yeah, she was stretching.

It was just, you know, first kiss. First kiss, and from a member of the same sex at that. Confusion was understandable, right? Hell, Regan had been lost from the moment Ruby's lips make contact. For a very fleeting second, she considered pushing Ruby away, or moving back herself, or really anything to break the kiss. It was just so unexpected, she could only think about putting the situation back to normal. Normal being, not kissing another girl. But that second's hesitation seemed to just melt away as the kiss went on. Any thoughts of pushing her away similarly melted away. All Regan could think of how soft Ruby's lips were, how wonderful, how right this all felt. As surprising and unexpected at it all was, it felt amazing. It might have been her imagination, but there might have been stars. Probably her imagination. The last thing she wanted was first the kiss to end. As far as first kisses went, she'd probably give it a 9.

But, she guessed all good things must come to an end. As engrossed as she was in the kiss, some part of her realized that sooner or later one of them would realize what they were doing. To her disappointment, Ruby pulled away after only a few seconds. At least, it must have only been a few seconds, thought it felt much longer. While Ruby stammered out apologies and pushed herself back on the bed, Regan tried to figured out why she felt so elated. Maybe it was just the novel feeling of being kissed for the first time? Or maybe it was Ruby. Maybe it was that the kiss was such a surprised, in and of itself? Or maybe it was Ruby.

Regan never claimed to be the smartest girl around. Her scatter-brain reputation was well-earned. But even she couldn't ignore the evidence right in front of her face. This was just the last puzzle piece to fall into place. Yeah, sure, most people could figure out a puzzle way before that point. You start with edges and work your way in, getting the corner pieces first. But if you went with that, the whole metananalogy fell apart. So, going with the last puzzle piece angle. How long had she felt weird around Ruby? Not like she was keeping some big secret and just trying to keep it hidden. Well, maybe she was keeping a secret of a sort, but whatever. How long had she always felt like there was something about Ruby that always caught her and held her attention? She'd really only started noticing it around the bowling birthday bash (alliteration was awesome), but she couldn't say that it wasn't happening before that. It had slowly developed, sure, but it had developed all the same. The culmination of all that developing interest was the kiss, and and now it made perfect sense. Or some semblance of perfect sense.

So, while Ruby was trying to make things right, Regan started to giggle. It wasn't as hysterical as her earlier fear of schizophrenia might have suggested. Instead, it was a happy, nervous giggle. She'd had the same giggle when her parents had presented her with her brand new DG-335 Pelham Blue guitar, when she didn't want assume that it was automatically going to her, but was really, really hoping. It was the laugh she had now, as Ruby tried to smooth things over. She held up her hand, just to cut Ruby off.

"It's okay." She said, wearing a broad, albeit nervous, grin. "Really, really. It's, I mean, really, totally okay. Completely okay. I mean, I'm really really okay with it." She giggled again, and the blush on her cheeks deepened. "And I think I'm saying really a lot, but I'm just...I don't know, this is just...that was great. Really really great. In fact, it was so great..." At the moment, Regan felt she could take on the world in a fist fight and win. She was riding high, and nothing was impossible. With this confidence spurring her own, she took Ruby's hand and leaned in close, planting a kiss of her own. It was no doubt fumbling and uneducated by comparison, but that wasn't the important part. The important part was that it conveyed, to Ruby from Regan, that she wasn't upset. Far from it, really. It conveyed that, any feelings Ruby might have, Regan reciprocated. It occurred to Regan that maybe Ruby really had made a mistake and just might regret the kiss for reasons other than embarrassment. Of course, those things occurred to her after the second kiss was finished. All the same, she finished the thought she scarcely remembered starting. "It was so great that I needed to try it again.
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So, her evening had definitely taken a turn for the strange. Pleasantly strange, of course. Not like, 'stalked by the government paranoia' strange, but...Okay, yeah, strange. It was, like, how could she have ever expected this to happen? Going from consoling her best friend to making out with her? Her! As in, a girl! Regan was still grasping the novelty of it all, how startling and swift it all was, but also how amazing it turned out to be. Not the the realization that she was gay, but the revelation that her best friend was gay and also into her. Really, what were the odds? This was some Love Actually, Sleepless in Seattle romantic comedy stuff. But it was still wonderful and fantastic and amazing, despite that. Wasn't there a saying about not looking a gift cow in the mouth? Cow? Some farm animal. Gift farm animal in the mouth. The point being, this was a good thing. Finding out Ruby digged her, and discovering that, to her (sort of) surprise, she herself dug Ruby. Both parties were obviously happy with how things turned out. It was a good thing, and maybe she should just let it be that.

Well, yeah, sure, there was Ruby trying to talk herself out of the idea. But she wasn't very convincing. Not to compare Ruby to an alcoholic, but it sounded a lot like a drinker trying (and failing) to talk himself into one more drink. Like, what's the harm in it? After all, one drink never killed anyone, right? That argument. Deep down, the guy already knows he's going to drink. Anyone with him already knows he's going to drink. So, let's not kid anyone, right? Regan was sorely tempted to enact a version of that and lean across the bed to give Ruby another kiss to speed things along. Making peace with the idea of liking girls was important and all, but Regan was impatient and she'd finally admitted to the notion that she found Ruby stone-gorgeous. Just to be fair, she'd compare herself to the drinker this time. Like the guy saw a bottle of, she didn't know, vodka wine or something. She didn't know alcohol, so whatever, some intoxicating beverage. That beverage was right in front of her, him, and he'd know it'd make him feel awesome. So why wait?

Regan felt sort of like that. Only, actually, throw that analogy out the window, because part of her felt that comparing people to alcoholics was probably bad.

While Ruby deliberated, Regan rocked back and forth on her bed, fully of excited and nervous energy. She wore a broad grin on her face, and, as impatient as she might be feeling, she guessed that it was probably important that Ruby didn't feel rushed. A smaller part of her wondered why she was willing to jump right in. After all, Ruby was the one with relationship experience, and if was nervous and uncertain about all this, shouldn't Regan be feeling the same? Like, shouldn't she be feeling Ruby's lead, offering these new developments due consideration?

Well, yeah, she probably could. But it felt right. You know? Just so right. She didn't want to deliberate on it, and maybe run this risk of talking herself out of on account of nerves. Her approach to life more or less boiled down to this: Life's a race, and you've gotta dare to win.

Well, it was something like that. Different wording, similar message. You know how it is.

The point was, when Ruby finally deciding that one more kiss was in order to fully decided her position, Regan was more than ready. She wasn't quite sure etiquette in this situation, though. Kissing, she meant. Like, kissing someone for the first time. If they started to initiate the kiss, should you meet in the middle or let them come to you? What about hands? What do you do with this things? Like, keep them pinned at the sides, no visas for traveling? Despite her motto, she was guessed that it'd probably be best if Ruby took the lead. If only just for now. Because, if she was sure of anything, this wasn't going to be a one time dealie. Oh, hell no. This was awesome, and she was pretty sure Ruby felt similarly. It would be a situation that would requite some planning, and that could wait for later. For the time being, she was perfectly content to lose herself in this kiss. Had she mentioned how right it felt? Because she wanted to stress that. Right, and awesome, and just, just great. Really perfect. Actually, now that she was subject to a guiding hand she decided she'd be pretty content with Ruby taking the lead in the future. Confidence-inspired second kiss aside, letting Ruby take the lead was proving overall to be a better experience. Did that mean she was the 'girl' in the relationship? Yes, she was a girl in the relationship, but was Ruby acting as the boy? Was that an actually set of terms of gay couples? Man, she'd need to do some research or something.

Also, she'd need to make sure this would actually be a relationship. That part was also probably important.

Also, it seemed that Ruby knew proper hand etiquette. She ad one hand on the back of her head, holding her steady. Yeah, like Regan planned on going anywhere. Besides the minute adjustments Ruby made, the occasional gasp, and the just general closeness of Ruby, Regan began to drift. She started to tune everything else out. Everything except Ruby. She didn't want the moment-the kiss- to end, and for the longest time, it didn't. When Ruby broke away, it was like a veil had been lifted. She was lying on her bed, with Ruby hovering over. She giggled again, mumbling something that sounded like, "Easy, tiger." She wanted to lean up and kiss Ruby again, just to make sure that this was all really happening, that it wasn't just a dream. Ruby; finger brushed gentle across her forehead, brushing aside a strand of hair. In that moment, Regan realized that she loved her. It seemed like a sudden realization, but maybe she'd felt it for a long time. After all, they'd know each other for a long time. Maybe it was like the realization that she was gay. All she needed was the right catalyst to bring it to light.

Her reverie was broke when her mom's voice broke the comfortable silence the two of them were sharing. Ruby leaned back, and Regan's own response to the sudden intrusion was to nearly jump out of her skin. She managed to keep from crying out like some horror movie scream queen, but only just. She looked guiltily toward the door and glanced back at Ruby as her mom called out. "Regan, honey, has your friend already eaten dinner?" Regan looked over at Ruby and made some spastic hand gestures that might possibly convey 'I'll try to get her out of here'. If you were being honest, they looked more like spastic hands gestures that conveyed only poor motor skills. "We can heat something up downstairs if she's hungry, mom. We're okay for now." To her credit, she didn't sound nearly as flustered as she looked. At least, she didn't think so. In any case, it was hard to top her seizure-gestures. From the other side of the door, her mom replied, "If you say so, dear. Let me know if you need anything." And, with that, departing foot steps. Regan collapsed back on the bed, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Well... I, uh.... Wow, I literally have no idea what to say."


"I'm sure I can come up with something romantic and charming once I'm sure I'm not going to have a heart attack," Regan offered, accompanied by a frenetic grin. "Until then, I'll settle on saying that, other than nearly dying of fright, I haven't felt this awesome in ages. I feel like I could fist-fight Batman and Bane at the same time." She raised her fists in the air, throwing a few loose punches at the ceiling. "If I picked up my guitar, I could probably play Stone Cold Crazy, which, for the uninitiated, is a really fast and difficult song." Regan looked up at Ruby and smiled, big and broad and excited. "This is easily the best night of my life. So far, I mean. I'm sure something could along to top, but I'd assume you'd be involved in that too, probably. But, for now, best night of my life."
Edited by Sister Grimm, Aug 22 2012, 10:49 PM.
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Ruby was right, in that now, here, after this kiss(es, plural), it all seemed obvious. Like a puzzle or whatever she had compared it to before. It kind of made her wonder why no one had figured it out before. Especially lately, with all the lingering touches and...other stuff. But, you know, hindsight and all that. Like, now, yeah, it was obvious. Like, duh, of course we're both gay. We should date. Or, kiss. Make-out. There's the terminology again. Was this considered making out? Assuming that this all did, in face, turn into something more, Regan had some awkward conversation in store for Ruby. Awkward? Well, maybe not awkward, as it were. Not if it was just the two of them. Especially since she planned to lead with 'what constitutes making out, and when is it only kissing?' Fundamental relationship stuff, you know how it is. 'What's the correct term for two women dating: a partnership, or a couple?' That last one actually was legitimate. She always saw it referred to as partners, not a couple. What was up with that? A partner was someone who helped you rustle some cattle, or helped you perform a drug bust.

Actually, she might hold off on the gay culture stuff. It occurred to her that Ruby was as new to it all as she was. Well, yeah, Ruby was smarter, but it was still a new subject.

Anyway, that could all wait. She was drifting again. Drifting about Ruby, but still drifting while the real thing was lying right next to her. Man, just the mental acknowledgement oif that made her fell giddy. It was like, you know that something really awesome is actually true, but then you actually spell it out to yourself and it's that that much better. It wasn't a DG-335 Pelham Blue guitar, it was her DG-335 Pelham Blue guitar. Ruby wasn't lying on the bed, she was lying on the bed next to her. Okay, phrased like that, it didn't have as much of an impact. But it was still really really awesome. It still made her want to just jump up and rattle off a tough guitar solo or doing something similarly impressive for Ruby. Maybe box a rhino, or something. She'd go into the prep required, but that way lies rambling. Maybe she'd just settle for the guitar. Easier, much more skilled at it, especially compared to rhino-boxing.

"I... I don't suppose you feel the same way, do you?"

To be honest, Regan had been more considering the best way to demonstrate her affection for Ruby instead of hanging on every word. There was probably a lesson there, something about compromise. Despite her thoughts being occupied by Ruby, she felt a little guilty that she had exactly listened to Ruby. It kind of balanced out, right? So, it wasn't as guilt-inspiring as, say, thinking about shoes. Or whatever it was normal girls thought about. Still, can you imagine how embarrassing it'd be to confess she wasn't listening with exactly rapt attention? Hell with that. No, she had this. Besides, how many way could you interpret a question like that? Well, a lot, depending on context. The context here? Kissing (making out?). So, puzzle it out. Assume she meant an emotional attraction. Obviously, they both enjoyed kissing. Obviously. Maybe that was what she was talking about? Or maybe it was the emotional attachment. Maybe that was wishful thinking? No, no, the cheek touch, that was emotional attachment. So, connect the dots.

But, even assuming that was what she meant, what was the answer? Not a...difficult question, no. Just, she wanted to be sure that it was, you know, actually attraction and not, post-coming-out nerves or something. That made sense right? Yeah, she thought so. Did she feel the same way?

Yeah. Hell yeah, even. Ruby was, is, the only girl for her. The only girl that stood out in her mind. Even when she wasn't admitting anything to anyone, she felt that way about Ruby. Always in or near her thoughts, even when they weren't hanging out. Which, by the way, wasn't often. They hung out all the time. Yeah, maybe, at the time, she might have noticed that another girl was cute. But no one ever stuck with her like Ruby. So, maybe she should share that? Or, at least, parts of it. Maybe tastefully edited.

Cue the blush and bashful grin. "Honest injun? I'm crazy about you. I mean, I really really-" See, she didn't want to jump off that diving board quite yet. Professing love wasn't something done casually, even if it seemed to be pretty common now. What if she did say it and Ruby thought she was weird for saying it so soon? Like, not even before the relationship properly began? Yeah, maybe she'd hold onto that one. Just in case, you know? "-really, really care about you. More than friends caring, I mean. It's why I always try to be so funny around you, I mean. I like making you laugh. I plain old like making you happy. It's cheesy, but I'm happy when you're happy. I think I've always wanted to say this, but I'm head over heels for you and I think I have been for a long time now. Have been for ages now, I mean. At least since the bowling bash birthday thing."

Still really hoping that was actually the question Ruby asked. If not, things might get awkward.
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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