Parallel Plays | P.B & C.C

10. red wine supernova. SAVANNAH

Savannah shook her head no. "I don't want to intrude" Savannah mumbled into Paige's chest

""You won't. C'mon Savy. Be friends with people outside of the cheer team" Paige lifted Savannah off her chest and into her lap. She knew it was intimate but she really wanted Savannah to understand

"We see the cheerleaders all the time. But we don't know any of them. Please savy" Paige practically begged

Savannah sighed. She couldn't say no. She nodded

"Let me change first please" Savannah got up off Paige's lap walking to her bedroom.

"You know you can wear what you are now? They don't care" Paige chuckled lightly

"I wanna look put together." She said back. A little louder so Paige could hear

"Savy your fine. KK probably won't even have a shirt on." Paige yelled back

That thought made Savannah blush.

Wait? What?

Why am I blushing? Savannah thought. She didn't like girls.. like that.

Whatever. She ignored the feeling

She slipped on her favorite jeans. They were baggy enough to where they didn't touch her legs to much

She slipped on her Ugg minis not caring to look a little basic. She kept the UConn cheer hoodie on.

"Ok we can go." Savannah grabbed her lanyard and her phone and followed Paige

Back to first person

The cool night air brushes against my skin as Paige and I make our way across campus, the rhythmic sound of our footsteps filling the quiet between us. Normally, I'd love nights like this—crisp air, the low hum of conversation in the distance, and the promise of good food waiting for us at Nika's dorm.

But tonight, my mind is swirling.

Too many thoughts, too little clarity.

Concussion recovery. Cheer practice. The way my world feels slightly off-center now.

And then, of course, the other thing.

The thing I keep trying to push to the back of my mind but refuse to stay there.

Do I like girls?

I nearly trip over my own feet just thinking it.

Paige doesn't seem to notice, her long strides steady beside me, hands tucked into the pockets of her hoodie.

It's fine. Everything is fine. I'm overthinking. It's just the concussion. My brain is foggy, that's all. It's making me confused.

I don't like girls like that. I've dated guys. I've kissed guys. Sure, I've never been obsessed with them the way some girls are, but that doesn't mean anything, right?

Right.

I nod to myself like that settles it.

Then my eyes flicker to Paige.

To the way her hoodie stretches across her shoulders, the way her forearms flex as she adjusts her sleeves, the way she moves so effortlessly, completely at ease with herself.

I swallow hard.

Okay. So maybe I can appreciate aesthetic attractiveness. That's normal. That doesn't mean anything. Girls can think other girls are hot without it being a thing.

Except—

Why doesn't the thought of KK without a shirt make me nervous the way Paige casually rolling up her sleeves does?