Challenge #9 – A Love Story

Callie wasn’t sure she’d made the right choice for tonight. She was surrounded by bodies moving to a beat she found tolerable at best. Instead, she could have been at home, binge watching stupid Lifetime movies and working on her latest craft project, a dress she was sewing. But tonight, she had the distinct privilege of watching Sarah dance uninhibitedly as her third favorite band played. Callie hadn’t heard of the band before. Let’s face it, she thought, I’d do anything for her. Particularly if it meant seeing the other girl like this, sweaty and enraptured. Frankly, she’d sit quietly and watch Sarah read for hours, if it meant Callie could be near her.

Sarah knew none of this, of course. Callie would die if Sarah knew how deep her interest ran, because she was fairly certain Sarah was not into girls at all. It didn’t really matter. Callie was just happy to be allowed into Sarah’s circle, such as it was. Sarah didn’t have many friends, not since Laura moved away last year. This was what led to Callie being invited to come along to the concert tonight.

It wasn’t that bad, honestly. Not really Callie’s thing, but she could see the appeal. The beat drove the entire room to dance, jumping in time, the crowd screaming the lyrics along with the music. She started to relax into it, seduced by how comfortable and joyous Sarah was. A song began that Callie was surprised to discover she knew the lyrics to, and she began to sing along. Just as she began to really get into it, belting the lyrics with the rest of the crowd and bopping to the beat, Sarah turned to face her.

Callie’s heart stopped, or it felt like that anyway. Sarah’s face was glowing, covered in a sheen of sweat, a smile plastered across it. Callie was suddenly overwhelmed by the need to touch her, and she reached out and grasped Sarah’s hand. Sarah’s grip tightened around Callie’s hand as their fingers intertwined, but she made no move to draw away. It suddenly felt as if they were in their own bubble, a private space among the mass of people. Callie’s heart beat in her throat. What did this mean, after all? They stayed like that for the next three songs, locked together, Callie afraid to loosen her grip even a bit, lest Sarah let go.

Finally the band announced their last song, a high energy number that had Callie and Sarah both dancing so hard they almost lost their grip on one another. As the song wound down, Callie knew she had one shot. She tugged at Sarah’s hand, pulling her close. They stayed that way for a long second, as the band shouted their goodbye, face to face, barely a breath between them. Callie reluctantly released Sarah’s hand and placed both of hers on Sarah’s cheeks. She drew Sarah in and placed a kiss on her lips so tenderly that it felt like a whisper. Sarah responded by leaning forward, opening her mouth, and sliding her tongue against Callie’s.

The kiss felt like food to a starving man, like something Callie had always needed and could never go without again. Callie finally understood what it meant to fell fireworks. Her stomach felt as if an entire flock of butterflies had taken up residence there.

When they parted, Callie was breathing heavily. Sarah just nodded. They were gently jostled by the departing crowd, but neither girl especially cared. Callie had a hundred questions, a thousand, for Sarah. Instead of asking anything, though, she just grinned like a fool in love. She saw her own euphoria reflected in Sarah’s eyes and smile.

It was Sarah to break first. She exhaled with a huff and asked one of the questions Callie had been thinking.

“Want to get out of here?”

Callie did.

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