LOU'S POV
The loud knock of Diane's knuckles against the window made me jump in place. My mom had left just a few minutes ago and Diane decided to wait in my backyard until mommy dearest was out the door ready to party. It was so funny seeing her wear eyeliner and lip gloss, and I couldn't remember an occasion besides Thanksgiving or Christmas that she had wore heels.
I ran to let the blonde inside and hugged her as a greeting. She kissed me after said hug and then I took her coat. I gasped to see her outfit, "You didn't!"
"I did," She let out an adorable giggle and did a twirl to show her outfit. She was wearing jeans and a white blouse with a black bra underneath, just like I had told her I liked her in. Her blouse had a few buttons undone, giving me a view of her creamy skin.
I bit my lip and rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna space out every three minutes with you wearing that."
"Good. Enjoy it." She winked an eye at me, "How's your arm been doing since I last saw you?"
"It's doing good. Not so painful, thanks for asking." I pecked her lips.
I offered her something to drink, to which she opted for a soda and we sat down in my living room. I felt a little awkward and overdressed while she looked like a goddess, I was wearing a sweatshirt and the jeans she liked on me, the ones that she had complimented me on my ass a couple of times.
"I was actually fascinated with that book at first, but then I watched the movie and that ruined the book for me." Diane said, "Like, they changed many things... Abby was much nicer in the book, though!"
"I liked Abby and Carol." I commented.
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Really?!"
"Yeah, kind of. They had chemistry, but of course I love Carol and Therese." I shrugged my shoulders.
Diane gave me a nod, "Yeah, they sort of put this vibe like there could be something between them in the movie, while the book was just them being amazing, strong friends... kinda sucks how filmography ruins everything." She let out a scoff, as if this bothered her deeply.
I let out a small giggle as I kept staring at her beautiful eyes, "Aw, I love that you're so passionate about this. You're so sexy."
"You always know how to cheer me up, don't you?" She got closer to me, tucking a strand of my brown hair behind my ear.
"I mean, you're freaking out over a movie, but of course."
Diane laughed spontaneously, and then leaned to peck my lips, "Shall we cook something or order some food?"
"Let me guess, you're starving." I teased her.
"A bit much," She said with a smile on her lips, "We can make some pasta. I can cook and you can look from a secure distance."
"Ooh, like a kitchen program."
"Yup, and we both know I'm an excellent teacher," She again winked.
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Seeing Diane walk around the kitchen, swaying her hips at the rhythm of the music she put on the speaker after she insisted she wanted to DJ tonight as well. I loved how her hair looked in a messy bun. I couldn't stop biting my lower lip every time she came near me because each time I could take a look at that naked neck and chest of hers and get a tingle in between my legs.
"If I had to choose a favorite... probably Landslide by Fleetwood Mac." She replied to my question.
"Shit, and you talk bad about your parent's hippie past?" I joked, letting out a laugh.
Diane rolled her eyes dramatically but proceeded to explain, "It's a great song, alright? It's beautiful, doesn't talk about peace and love, flowers, witches, sex, or having fun... it's about finding a home and a safe place and feeling like you belong there."
"Like a state of mind?"
"Yeah. I don't know, it sort of gives me comfort because I've always thought that family is the people you love and trust, not just blood. It's more about bonding, and that song reassured me that so... it's my favorite."
I smiled at her, "That's so poetic. Oh, talking about poetry, when am I gonna read anything by you?"
"Never, of course." She said, turning around to check on the boiling water and pasta.
"Why not?" I asked.
She looked back to me, "Would you let me read yours?"
"No." I said.
"I will make you write me one anyways, in a couple of weeks." She turned off the fire and put on a kitchen glove.
"No! A poetry assignment?! Dee!"
She giggled, "I'm sorry, it's in my class plan."
"Fine, but I can't promise anything good."
"I know you'll do great." Diane affirmed, "What's your favorite song?"
"Hmm... Hysteria by Def Leppard."
"Oh my, that one is so good!" She exclaimed.
"I know, right?!"
We ate in the kitchen and I watched Diane clean the kitchen and our dishes, then we went up to my bedroom because I told Diane I wanted to show her something, that something being a shirt I stole from her a while ago.
I wasn't planning on letting her take it back home, I just wanted an excuse to take her to cuddle with me before she left.
As I mentally planned: we laid down on my bed. She played with my hair while I nuzzled into her smooth chest, "Lou?"
"Hm?"
"You're my landslide... that safe place. Having you with me gives me that state of mind full of love, passion, safety... poetry." She kissed the top of my head.
"You're mine too." I sighed like a teenager in love (because I was one), "You're so romantic."
"You're so beautiful."
"Stop, I'm blushing already." I whispered against her skin, "Shut up and hold me."
She stopped playing my hair to hold me closer to her body. Her breathing was so calm and I loved being in this pool of calmness and her scent.
"Last night I was laughing on my own, remembering when you first demanded to see me again, and kept insisting you needed to see me." Diane said, to which I snorted, "And as much as I wanted to say yes right away, I wanted to be professional... but fuck it, you got in my head and I couldn't get you out of it."
"Everything reminded me of you. Dogs in the streets, colors, sounds, songs. I couldn't get away from you. And then you kissed me that night, you begged for the kiss and I couldn't stop daydreaming of how much I enjoyed it. How much I loved having your lips touch mine."
Diane's hand slowly grabbed my chin and made me look up to her, "I'm convinced I fell in love with you the second you acted like a brat in my classroom, you annoyed me but I liked it, I would smile each day you told me some insolent comment and i would smile every time you showered me with compliments and all that flirting."
"Wow. You're really into me." I said.
Diane chuckled, "Damn right I am."
She leaned her head closer and kissed my lips softly, "I love you," she managed to mutter before capturing my lips again and again.
"I love you too," I told her after a couple more of kisses.
Diane gave me a skimmo kiss, "I love you more."
"I love you to the moon and back." I challenged, and gave a kiss to her nose.
"I love you more than poetry." She said, her voice still so low and calming that she melted my heart.
"I love you more than pizza." I blurted out.
Diane laughed out loud and pecked my lips, "That's a lot of love."
"I do love you a lot," I kissed her jaw. I couldn't caress her beautiful face with my damn cast, so she had to deal with the random kisses instead.
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short update, so sorry!