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"Scooter, are you awake?"
It was dark, darker than usual. The blonde couldn’t relax, she couldn’t rest because of the anxiety. Guilt? That didn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling, and on top of that, she hadn’t been able to sleep well for weeks.
"Yeah, the pain won’t let me sleep properly."
And to make matters worse, the pain. She couldn’t believe they had done something as stupid as throwing themselves down a hill on a skateboard together. Worst of all? She insisted. The girl with the cap just went along with it. She liked the adrenaline, but she didn’t expect it to end like this.
"I’m sorry, really."
She couldn’t believe that after just one week of dating, one of them ended up with a broken arm. Even worse, it was during their vacation, the only time they had to rest from work and school.
Clover decided to stay and keep her girlfriend company, at least to take care of her. They hadn’t talked much after going to the hospital; the girl got a cast, and that was it.
The guilt was suffocating. Because of her, the person she loved the most had broken bones, and she couldn’t forgive herself for that. She tried to calm herself, but the tears just kept coming.
"I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to. I... I didn’t think."
"You never think," she replied. Clover felt even worse.
"But that’s what makes it more fun."
Scooter laughed, grabbing her phone with her functional hand, turning on the flashlight, and pointing it directly at the other girl’s face. That was a mistake. Clover didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but she could hear her girlfriend laughing.
"I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention, but your face was so funny. I love your disturbed look."
The blonde relaxed a bit more. In the end, there was no resentment beyond that tense moment.
"Come here, crybaby."
The flashlight allowed them to see each other. Scooter made space on her bed. They were both very nervous; they had never slept together before, but they really needed each other’s company, especially after such a rough day.
When they finally managed to get comfortable, they turned off the light. The moon illuminated a bit more, or maybe it was just the anxiety that made their vision blurry. Scooter’s hair was messy but soft, really soft. Clover’s fingers gently threaded through her partner’s hair, making her smile like an idiot—or at least that’s what Scooter thought. Not in a bad way, she just had a tough way of thinking, but Clover loved that about her.
Scooter carefully, but not too carefully, pressed her lips to Clover’s, accidentally bumping their teeth against her braces. That always happened, but it didn’t bother Scooter.
It was one of the things she loved about her.
And for the first time in a long time, Clover was able to sleep well.