So, I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this, but for the longest time my professor wanted me to write an intimate scene between Arianna & Laurel.

Sooo...I wrote this; it's not exactly a sex scene (which is what he originally wanted), but it definitely takes their relationship to a whole new level.

Fun Fact: my professor cried/got choked up while reading this! :)

Note: ughhh it won't let me cut...sooo, deal with it haha
I was currently sitting in Arianna’s room, Bear lying down next to me on Arianna’s bed, as his usual.
Even though it was mid-October, here in Florida, the weather outside was a scorcher, what with it being ninety degree weather and all.
I felt Bear breathing in and out rather heavily. Droplets of drool slid off of his tongue and soaked into Arianna’s comforter.
“Oh, she’s gonna be mad,” I muttered under my breath.
“Bear stop! You’re getting drool on the bed!” I swatted his nose and he cowered, lowering his head deeper into the blanket, thinking he was in trouble or something.
“What’d he do?” Arianna’s voice called out as she opened her bedroom door, walking into her room after had taking a shower.
Arianna’s mom was away on business for the weekend and she thought it would be best if someone kept her daughter company within those few days.
Arianna did not waste a second. She instantly called me and after much convincing from my Mom, she allowed for me to spend these next two nights at Arianna’s house. Well I needed to bring Bear along and check in with her every so often. Of course knowing my Mom there would be rules. It’s not like I’m going out of the country or anything.
I lightly stroked Bear’s head, while also lifting my head in the direction of Arianna’s door. “It appears that he got doggie slobber on your bed a little bit.” I felt around for the wet droplets that were currently soaking into the material of Arianna’s soft comforter.
Arianna walked over to her bed, her footsteps sounding delicate, like the way snow falls on the cold ground. She plopped down on her bed, one leg at a time, based on the way the bed jostled twice.
She scooted up next to me to investigate her comforter, the piece of her clothing rubbing up against my thigh. Wait, I recognize that familiar fabric. I brought my hand out and lightly brushed my fingers against the fabric, feeling the rough fibers of the material. “Are you wearing a towel?” I said to her.
“Yep, he definitely drooled.” Arianna said in unison.
Arianna was rubbing her comforter, but stopped after she realized I also said something.
All I could do to avoid this awkward conversation was grab a hold of Bear’s thick, soft fur. He immediately rolled over in hopes I would rub his stomach.
But I knew I had to ask her again.
After all she wasn’t saying anything. She was probably waiting for me to repeat myself.
“Are you wearing…a towel?” Why was I so intrigued by this? Was it because barely a week ago, I thought about kissing her during a drunken game of spin the bottle?
A brief pause occurred between us. Well, okay you could hear Bear panting softly next to me, and the fan that was briskly spinning high above us. He moved every which way, probably uncomfortable because of the heat.
“Uh, yeah. I did just come from the shower, ya doofus.”
Her hand lightly touched my arm and I felt her playfully push me in a joking manner.
All I could do was smile out of sheer awkwardness. Of course she would be wearing a towel for that reason. I thought.
I had to say something to her to make her think I hadn’t completely lost my mind. But of course all I could muster was, “Oh, right.”
What is wrong with you, Laurel? This is Arianna you’re talking to, not a stranger.
Because I wasn’t talking, Arianna got up off the bed, her feet landing softly on her soft as fur carpet.
Dresser drawers were being pried open, the squeaking sound resonating throughout the room. I could only imagine the trendy pajamas Arianna has; like a bright purple and blue polka-dotted tank with matching shorts or pink silk pajamas. Oh how soft the material would be on my skin. Wait, why am I thinking this?
I paused trying to come to my senses, taking a long breath in the process.
Why is Arianna being cool about this? Why isn’t she freaking out?
“You okay, Laurels. You seem kinda out of it.” Arianna asked me.
I didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything. Why? Because Arianna is standing in front of me, completely exposed.
People always think they can get away with things in front of blind people. Like we won’t notice if you scratch your butt in public or that you roll your eyes the minute you see us. Sure, sometimes we aren’t able to pick up every little thing you do in front of us; but you’d be surprised at what we are able to detect.
I thought Arianna wasn’t that person, but I guess I was wrong.
“Earth to Laurel!”
I jolt back into reality.
Arianna walks closer to me, her footsteps hesitant and slow. “What’s up?” The second she places her hands on each of my shoulders I freeze; from the fact that she’s rubbing her hands up and down my shoulders and arms.
She thinks this is comforting, but to me it’s more like suffocating.
I reach out and grab a hold of Arianna’s hands and remove them from my body. A chill runs down my back.
Then suddenly, I transport back into my mind, imagining the two of us to be walking down a cobblestone road, holding hands as the sun pours down on us and the wind blows our hair every which way. And we’re happy, because we have each other.
“Stop!” I yell.
Bear lifts his head up from the bed, letting out a low whine from the sudden change in tone.
I’m not sure who I was yelling at, Arianna: for comforting me, or myself: for imagining that such a thing between Arianna and I was possible.
“What’s wrong?” She’s doing it again. This time she’s pushing long strands of my hair behind my ears.
“Just stop!” I push her hands off of me, this time with much force.
It’s then I knew I had to get out of there. I had to leave her room. It’s like the walls were slowly closing in on me. The thought of Arianna and I being alone in her bedroom made me uncomfortable, claustrophobic even.
But where could I go to escape from everything. My fears, my desires and most importantly: her.
Having been in Arianna’s house and bedroom several times within the past month, I know exactly where to go that is assessable to me right now.
The bathroom, which is located straight ahead of me and a little to the right.
Knowing exactly where it is and also knowing that Arianna has nothing lying around that could cause me trip or hinder my ‘dramatic exit’, I leap off the bed and quickly walk to where I think Arianna’s bathroom is.
Meanwhile, Bear is barking because I’ve gotten up suddenly without his knowing, and by now Arianna has gotten up and made her way towards me, saying various phrases like, “What’s wrong?” or “Laurel, where are you going?”
I know that Arianna has the advantage of grabbing a strong hold of me, bringing me back onto the bed and having a heart to heart about whatever the hell is going on with me.
But she doesn’t. I guess she knows that I want to be left alone.
Once I’m able to locate the doorknob, I don’t hesitate to open the door, shut it and lock myself inside.
I slide my body down to the cold marble tile of the bathroom, the intricate woodwork in the door rubbing against my back like sandpaper.
It’s like I’m in one of those romantic movies, when the protagonist has just been wronged and comes home a crying mess.
But the thing is, I’m not home; I’m in my friends Jack and Jill style bathroom, now muffling back tears. And no one has wronged me or caused me any harm, I’ve done that all myself.
I hear Arianna behind the door saying, “Laurel, please come out. What’s wrong? We can talk about whatever’s bothering you.”
I continue to blubber like an idiot on the other end. I notice I smell the faint hint of vanilla in Arianna’s bathroom.
The smell both intoxicates me and makes me want to throw up at the same time.
Bear’s barking loudly behind the door. He’s pawing at the door while Arianna keeps twisting the knob every which way.
I hope her door isn’t one of those easy doors that unlock with just a jab of a bobby pin.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” I finally say. At least I try to say as salty tears slowly make their way from my tear ducts to the bottoms of my cheeks.
Arianna drops to the ground as well, causing me to jump on the other side of the bathroom door.
“Well, there clearly is since you’ve locked yourself in my bathroom.” Arianna says rather calmly I might add. “You’re lucky there are multiple bathrooms in this house because I really have to pee.”
And leave it to Arianna to turn a serious moment into humorous.
I try to stifle back my laugh. I’m supposed to be sad, I think to myself.
I take a deep breath and try my best to explain what’s wrong. It would be great if I could actually explain things from time to time. I always end up just being too afraid of what people think and just mutter a phrase of something until someone changes the subject.
“Remember a couple weeks ago, when everyone was at my house.”
“Yeah, of course.” Arianna responds.
I hear Bear panting in front of the door. Sounds like Arianna is keeping him company, while I’m busy having a meltdown.
“Well, remember spin the bottle? And how the bottle I spun landed on you and…”
“We were supposed to kiss.” Arianna said for me. She knew exactly where this was going. “Then you were blubbering on and on about physical attraction and how you can’t like girls.”
More tears roll down my cheeks at just the memories of that time.
“Aw honey, I thought that was just the alcohol talking. Sometimes people get a little gay when they drink.”
I continue to just have Arianna talk for me. Have her piece the puzzles together so I hopefully don’t have to say anything else and we can go back to having fun.
“So, what are you trying to say, Laurel?” she asked me. “That you like me?”
“No.” Yeah, that was convincing. Not.
“Laurel.” Arianna said, it was like she was scolding Bear or something. She knew exactly what I was going to say.
“It’s just that when I’m with you, I’m the most happiest I’ve ever been, and probably that I’ll ever be. You treat me normal, like I don’t have this challenging disability to overcome everyday.”
Silence on the other end.
“You make me feel normal. It’s like I can do anything when I’m with you.”
“Laurel,” Arianna said.
Did she not feel the same way? Was she angry? Weirded out? Did she want me to leave?
But no she wasn’t at all.
“Unlock the door.”
And so I did, not because she told me to, but because of curiosity.
What came next was the most unexpected thing that has ever happened to me.
Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she pulls me in closer.
She kisses me lightly.
It was sweet, simple, and most of all it felt right.

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23 June 2013 @ 09:42 pm
I know I've posted this before somewhere, but I reallyyyyy love it! Like legit, it's my FAVORITE story I've ever written.
And since the lovely Fiona Coyne is no longer on Degrassi (D: I'll be okay, I promise!! *sobs*), I figured it was the perfect opportunity to post this!
It's actually really funny, my professor read this (& myself) aloud last year in my Advanced Creative Non-Fiction and when the twist happened my ENTIRE class just gasped really loud and were COMPLETELY invested in this story, it was AMAZING!
After class (which kinda upset me) one of the girls in my class said, "Your story was SO good! I wish it was real!"
I was like to myself, "Uh, okay, you wish one of my greatest fears actually happened? Hmmm...okay."
And even my professor was all, "Who knows? Maybe that'll happen someday." (or something along the lines).
(I had SO many issues with that professor last year!)

Oh and I have a few other non-fiction pieces that I like that you could read too (if you want??)

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I REALLY like this one! Well I will really like it once I freaking write the whole scene! haha
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23 June 2013 @ 09:28 pm
I really like this one! Well somewhat... I definitely think it needs to be tweaked abit (I always say that haha); like I think I need to include what happens prior to this scene/piece first in order for things to make sense (even though to be honest...I have NO clue what happens!)

And also: do you think this is TOO dramatic for our little Laurels to face?

Oh and you get mindtwin points if you can guess what inspired me while writing this! (I'll give you a hint; here's the quote from the show which i think you might know: "How could I forget?")

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23 June 2013 @ 09:21 pm
I might have posted this somewhere awhile again (originally in a close 3rd POV of Lily's) but I decided to change it in Laurel's POV; same story, just different POV/couple! :)
I'm personally not that fond of it, but whatevs. it's kinda canon?

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