Title: I Believe in the Fallen
Chapter Title: Rise Above This
Disclaimer:These characters are sadly not mine. However, I do admit that these two women are very beautiful, talented actresses who deserve their fame and fortune.
Warning:Femmeslash—you've been warned. I do not want any flames for writing such material; if I receive them they will be ignored like an annoying bill collector when you are broke. Besides, who is No Wishing On The Never Star without femmeslash?Summary: I know I loved her; I couldn't deny my feelings, especially to myself. Staring at her, I licked my lips, but luckily no one noticed, or if they did, they didn't voice their recognition. [ChRav
Genre:Romance / Drama
Rating:Rated T, M in later chapters if you're good.
Chapter 1: Rise Above This
I know I loved her; I couldn't deny my feelings, especially to myself. Every time she sang, smiled, hugged me, touched my arm or thigh when we would sit and talk, my breath would momentarily catch in my throat. I love the way she smells like strawberries; the way her red hair, a deep dark red, shines in the wondrous sunlight. Her beauty is absolutely breath-taking. I absolutely adore her.
Oh, how I want her. I love her more than those good-for-nothing boys do; the ones that dump her harshly all because she won't "put out" as you would say. I am the one that comforts her when she gets her heart broken; the one that holds her while she cries and sobs into my chest, all the while ignoring the tingling sensations coursing through my body. It has taken me some time, but I'm finally admitting it; I love you, Chelsea Ophelia Daniels.
I was laying on a grassy hill. The hill was covered in little deep lilac flowers. I was lying on my back looking at the clouds slowly rolling by. I turned my head to the left only to be suprised; I was looking at Chelsea smiling elatedly. We were holding hands.
The beautiful red-head sat up, pulling me up with her. She plucked a pretty purple flower from the ground and carefully slid it in to my hair behind my ear. Smiling beautifully, she leaned towards me and...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Damn alarm clock!" I spat. Rolling over on my bed, I turned the alarm off and deeply sighed. "Why is the alarm on when it's Saturday?" I grumbled. I'm ticked off because I've had this damn dream for three days straight. I always dream of us being together; happy and holding hands. One of us leans in for a kiss and I wake up, either from Corey or the pesky alarm clock. Can't a girl just get a damned kiss?
I've decided since I was up I might as well get dressed. Getting out of bed, I trudged to my closet then to my private bathroom. An hour later I was showered, dressed, and had my make up applied. I walked out the front door to my car and drove off to the mall, where I was supposed to meet Chelsea and Eddie.
Getting to the mall at about noon, I walked to our meeting spot; the movie theater. I opened the door and stepped into the lighted theater lobby.
Eddie and I have been waiting for Raven for about 15 minutes now. As the theater door opens, Raven walks in. I smile instantly; she's so beautiful. Her shiny black hair was down, stopping at the middle of her back; her some-what tight jeans and cute polo shirt hugged her curves in all the right places, and her make up was flawless as if a professional had done it. She's gorgeous.
I know this is wrong, but I'm in love with my best friend. I love you so much, Raven Lydia Baxter.
Raven sauntered over to us and greeted us with a smile and a hug. I couldn't help it; I stared at her, admiring her. Staring at her, I licked my lips, but luckily no one noticed, or if they did they didn't voice their recognition. I wish I had her delicious curves; they are wickedly sexy.
"Hey, sexy," I greeted her, surprised at how seductively low my voice had so suddenly gotten. She smirked and looked me up and down in her obvious manner, "What are you talking about? You're the sexy one," Raven said in a sweet, husky voice. Her voice was so warm and smooth like honey; it felt as if it was caressing me physically. I stifled a moan threatening to escape my lips. She looks like a fucking wet dream.
Shaking the rated M thoughts from my gutter-head, I smile nervously, "So what movie are we seeing guys?"
So, how was it? Is it worth continuing or should I just leave it as an one-shot? Your call. BTW, my Law & Order:SVU stories are higher up in my priorities so it might take a bit for me to update, if I do.