The thing is that Annabelle had always been a giving person, she had never been used to receiving….. Until Simone. Simone understood her and her weird, chaotic mind. She had never pushed Annabelle into hasty confessions, giving her enough time to reassemble her feelings, cope with her emotions before talking to her about them. After a week of silence and meaningless ‘I’m fine baby’s, Annabelle had finally talked about her fears and doubts to Simone, telling her everything she had on her mind. Since then, she slept just fine. Simone was the restless one now, trying to think of something to tell her lover in the morning to ease the struggle of her mind.

As she parked, Simone was relieved to be home, now she could fall onto the couch and have a nap until Annabelle came back. She didn’t really like being home alone. Even though she had been living alone for most of her life, even though she knew that Uni started soon, meaning both of them would be spending less time together, Simone was just missing Annabelle so much it was pathetic. Smiling at herself at the last thought, she started making her way upstairs, before quickly going back to her car as she had forgotten her keys there, again.

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"And?"

"What do you mean and?"
"Well, are you going to let him see his daughter? Your daughter?"

"Of course I am!" Kristen replied, indignant by the question "What kind of monster do you think I am?"

Annabelle felt a wave of hatred traverse her at the reply as she thought of her mom. Kicking the thought out, she smiled at Kristen and resumed the conversation.

Apparently, Annabelle had been the only one not noticing Collins’ gay side. Even Kristen’s gaydar was more active than her own.

"Maybe it’s Liz."

"Yeah Right!" Annabelle replied, smiling.

"Oh c’mon! I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but, since the whole ‘I’m so in love with my teacher it’s disgusting how happy I am with her’, she’s kinda over you.”

Smilingly, Annabelle replied "Good. ‘Cause I am in love with my EX teacher and I couldn’t take anymore of her eyes and hands falling on my cleavage every now and then."