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Chapter Thirty-One:
| Whitney |
“Do you need some help?” Whitney asked in that chirpy way she always did when she was overly excited. Hollis’ last meeting at Lakeside ended ten minutes ago, and after she got through the crowd of women wanting to exchange their own personal versions of goodbye, the two girls were finally heading to the room Hollis shared with Clarissa to gather up her packed suitcase and army green Jansport backpack.
“It’s two bags, babe. I think I got it.” Hollis looked over her shoulder briefly, breaking out into a toothy grin before using the plain black hairband she wore around her wrist to tie up the swishing blonde hair bouncing along her shoulders. Whitney playfully poked the other girl’s back, right in between the shoulder blades as they approached the fifth room on the left.
“I want to slug you so bad right now, but I’ve missed my sarcastic Holly so she gets a pass this time.” She
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Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Two:
| Whitney |A hot shower was just what the doctor ordered; It soothed Whitney's aching back and left her feeling relaxed enough to snag a good night's sleep. The only problem she had now was not wanting to leave the comfort of the steamy bathroom to step back out into that freezing hotel air. On top of it all, she'd completely spaced bringing her light blue long sleeved fleece pajama set along before hopping in. Why the hell didn't I bring any clean clothes with me? Whitney swore to herself, reaching a hand just outside the beige shower curtain to retrieve a fluffy white towel. By doing so, a sharp breeze almost cut her to the bone.Okie dokie, this isn't going to work. Deciding to phone a friend in this situation, Whitney prayed Hollis was still awake and would be willing to fish through her luggage for the particular clothing items she wanted to wear. "Holly?" She shouted, wringing out her long black hair and
Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Three:
| Whitney |"I don't understand you. Never have, and I probably never will." James York's tired voice sighed on the other end of the phone for both Whitney and Hollis to hear. "Your mother showed me the text from, who I'm guessing, is some girl you met out there. Does she think we're monsters or something for wanting you to come home!? You don't belong in- in MAINE of all places-"As her father rambled on, Whitney slowly looked up to find Hollis' gentle grey eyes. She curled her finger's around Whitney's delicately and smiled softly as if to say "this guy has no fucking idea what he's talking about." It was at that moment Whitney knew for sure whose side she was on. After waiting for her father to finish his long winded rant, she drew a deep breath and exhaled with a relieved grin. "She's not some girl, dad. Her name is Hollis and I'm in love with her. She's in love with me, too and it feels so. fucking. GOOD. I told
Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Four:
| Whitney | Maine's sun had already set behind the vast trees and mountains that stretched for miles just beyond Kendra and Whitney's house before the three girls finally went inside. Hollis and Kendra were suddenly fourteen years old again, covered in snow and getting lost in shoving each other. They laughed in a way Whitney hadn't heard before. It was a pretty cool thing to be around, and she felt lucky to know and love both of them. "I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. You wanna stay for pizza, Hollis? Or did you guys eat already?" Kendra shrugged out of her fire engine red parka and hung it up on a wooden coat hanger. Hollis did the same with her jacket, and rested one of her hands on Whitney's fragile shoulder mischievously. "Wicked. Babe, you good with cheese? I don't care for the entire garden plus a few lettuce shavings on my pizza. Unlike your roommate over there." She egged Kendra on, who threw a hideous ancient decorative pillow that'd belonged
Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Five:
| Whitney |Getting up before noon wasn't on the top of Whitney’s favorite to do list, but after worrying about Hollis off and on all night she’d only managed to get a whopping four consecutive hours of sleep- making it six A.M by the time she finally gave up and dragged her exhausted body into a hot shower. Leaning into the steady stream, Whitney rested her forehead against the white tiled wall, listening to Hollis’ voicemail play over and over from memory.I wish you were awake right now, I just need to hear you say everything’s going to be alright. Her girlfriend sighed with dismay. The sniffling in the background made it sound like she’d been crying. Sleep well, baby. I’ll call you again as soon as I wake up. That was at one A.M. Whitney woke with a start at around two, checking her iPhone with a bad feeling and finding the voice message. Not wanting to disturb Hollis in case she’d finally pa
Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Six:
| Hollis |“Am I hearing this correctly? You want Zette’s number?” Whitney asked with a mild amount of fear hidden in her voice.“Are you fucking joking, babe!? Yeah, I want your disrespectful EX GIRLFRIEND’S number. This has gone on long enough and I’m about to bring it to a screeching halt. If your sister won’t listen to you, trust me, Zette will want to hear what I have to say.” Hollis snarled, hastily shimming into a pair of light wash low rise jeans. “It’s her ass that’s getting chewed out if she still decides to come with your family to Auburn.”“I’m just so tired of the drama, Holly.” Whitney sighed curtly, but surrendered to her girlfriend’s request. “I sent it. Don’t threaten her too much, please? I don’t need my over dramatic sister running to our parents and making this a bigge
Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Seven:
| Whitney |“Are you ever going to tell me what we're doing?” Whitney probed a half hour later, tugging on Hollis’ sweater anxiously. Her blonde lover’s smile was frozen in place as she kept driving, occasionally checking her side mirror the closer they got to heavier traffic. It seemed like wherever everyone else was going, they were heading the same way and it added to Whitney’s rapidly growing excitement. She loved surprises- as long as she didn’t have to wait for them. So maybe that meant she didn’t enjoy surprises after all? Did it qualify as a surprise if it was planned in advance, but revealed as soon as she caught on!?“Let’s play a game, okay?” Hollis finally spoke up, clearing her throat. Whitney’s light brown eyes glittered like spun gold as she bounced slightly in her seat.“What kinda game?”“I’ll give you th
Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Eight:
| Whitney |With December just around the corner, unforgiving Maine wind howled and whistled right outside the Munroe Inn. Hollis gruffly rose from the bed to kneel, removing her navy blue sweater and plain white tee she wore underneath as she maintained eye contact with Whitney. Their hotel room was starting to lose it’s chilly atmosphere, and the only sound that could be heard over their frantic panting was the hum of the heater. Hollis’ black bra followed and as soon as it was tossed aside, Whitney carefully cupped the blonde’s small perky tits in her trembling hands. When it came to sex, every time felt like the very first time, and it was almost always a feverish event. There was so much more to their relationship, but part of the initial connection would always stand out; Their undeniable physical attraction to one another. “God, your boobs drive me crazy...they’re so little and perfect!&
Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Nine:
| Whitney |"Do your parents know we work here?" Hollis asked Whitney in disbelief as she followed her girlfriend's family's rental toward a couple of free parking spaces, right next to Ringo's. The blonde hadn't seen anyone aside from their boss and Jake since she'd checked herself into Lakeside a couple months back, and seemed hesitant about just waltzing in as a customer. "I may have mentioned it in passing, but I don't remember." Whitney replied in amazement as they pulled up beside the Audi her father was driving. She yanked the visor in front of her down, peering into the lit up mirror so she could touch up her mascara. "Do you want to go somewhere else, Holly? I could ask." Things were already getting off to a fantastic start. Her father's invitation seemed sly, but she couldn't figure out what he was getting at yet. Whitney had to admit it seemed pretty weird that they wound up at Ringo's, of all places. "We
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- Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Seven:
- Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Six:
- Not All That Glitters Chapter Thirty-Five:
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