12-04-2019, 03:03 PM
"college sucks all the time for me," Denise said, looking back down at her notebook. Julie craned her head a little, not really trying to read it, but looking like she was. Denise pulled the book away.
"Sorry about that. I'm nosy. I'm sure it's really personal stuff. Hey, if you were two when Buffy ended, that means you can't be more than fourteen or fifteen. Don't worry; I'm a pervert, not a sicko. I didn't come over here to hit on you. Just relax a little." Denise suddenly felt like relaxing a little and set the book down.
"That's... um... good. Thanks. Sorry, I'm working on something here."
"That's what it looked like. And that IS why I walked over. How's the note coming?" Denise scooted away a bit.
"Ok, that's the second time you've mentioned suicide notes. What's going on? How did you know?"
"I was only about 80% sure until you filled in the rest just now, Denise. I didn't say 'suicide note' this last time, I said 'note.' But to answer your question; when I saw you over there, it looked like as you were writing, heavy burdens were being lifted from you. Like, you were getting down the shit that needed to get said before you left. I know that look well."
"You? Why would you? You're gorgeous."
"Wasn't looking for that, Denise, but thank you; and don't think for a second you're not either. Not me, but I had a girlfriend whose life at home was such shit that I caught her writing away heavy burdens herself a couple times. My first girlfriend from around when we were your age, in fact. I see the little pink triangles and rainbows you've drawn on your backpack amongst the Crass and Subhumans symbols, I feel I can tell you that stuff; excellent bands, by the way. Lovely work, too. I draw a bit, myself."
Denise turned to face Julie, eyes wide that this "Normie except for the hair" who was older than her liked girls too, but also that she knew who either of those bands were.
"Thanks. You're into girls? You said you've got a husband."
"Yep," Julie said with a sweet smile. "Fortunately, it turns out he's also into girls, so it works out." Denise laughed at that. "Thing is, high college sucks, that's its job. Double for a Purple Girl, triple for a gay or bi one. So, what's brought this on? I've got guesses, but I don't know your life, Denise. You can tell me."
Denise sighed before speaking, realizing she could tell this woman.
"Well, it's not as bad as your friend. There's this girl at college, I thought she might be interested. It took me a long time to work up the nerve to say anything and when I did, she freaked out. She's told some people. I'm worried my parents will find out."
"And guessing by the note-writing, it won't go over well. Well, Denise, I give a fuck about you. I don't know if that's what you need to hear, but it's what my friend did, and it's just as true now as it was for her. Things got much better for her, and if you're not above talking to someone who wants to listen, I know they can for you. Here, it's a little weird, but tell me something that isn't when two Purple Girls meet."
Julie reached into the bag and produced a pewter figurine of a dragon with purple crystals for eyes and red and white crystals scattered amongst the "treasure horde" at the dragon's feet as it spread its wings, mouth open in a mighty roar. She handed it to Denise, who looked it over, admired it, and then tried to hand it back to Julie.
"Oh no, that's for you," Julie said, fishing for a pen in her purse.
"Wow, thanks," Denise said with a real smile. "How did you know I liked dragons?"
"Purple Girls always like dragons," Julie said without looking up, finding a pen and writing something on a card. "I'm going to write my cell number on the back of this card. I don't want you to ever tell yourself that nobody gives a fuck or you don't have anyone to talk to, because you've got to give a fuck about someone to give them a dragon. And you can call me whenever you need. If you need to have someone there when you talk to your parents, I'll be happy to explain things to them in a way I know they'll understand."
"Sorry about that. I'm nosy. I'm sure it's really personal stuff. Hey, if you were two when Buffy ended, that means you can't be more than fourteen or fifteen. Don't worry; I'm a pervert, not a sicko. I didn't come over here to hit on you. Just relax a little." Denise suddenly felt like relaxing a little and set the book down.
"That's... um... good. Thanks. Sorry, I'm working on something here."
"That's what it looked like. And that IS why I walked over. How's the note coming?" Denise scooted away a bit.
"Ok, that's the second time you've mentioned suicide notes. What's going on? How did you know?"
"I was only about 80% sure until you filled in the rest just now, Denise. I didn't say 'suicide note' this last time, I said 'note.' But to answer your question; when I saw you over there, it looked like as you were writing, heavy burdens were being lifted from you. Like, you were getting down the shit that needed to get said before you left. I know that look well."
"You? Why would you? You're gorgeous."
"Wasn't looking for that, Denise, but thank you; and don't think for a second you're not either. Not me, but I had a girlfriend whose life at home was such shit that I caught her writing away heavy burdens herself a couple times. My first girlfriend from around when we were your age, in fact. I see the little pink triangles and rainbows you've drawn on your backpack amongst the Crass and Subhumans symbols, I feel I can tell you that stuff; excellent bands, by the way. Lovely work, too. I draw a bit, myself."
Denise turned to face Julie, eyes wide that this "Normie except for the hair" who was older than her liked girls too, but also that she knew who either of those bands were.
"Thanks. You're into girls? You said you've got a husband."
"Yep," Julie said with a sweet smile. "Fortunately, it turns out he's also into girls, so it works out." Denise laughed at that. "Thing is, high college sucks, that's its job. Double for a Purple Girl, triple for a gay or bi one. So, what's brought this on? I've got guesses, but I don't know your life, Denise. You can tell me."
Denise sighed before speaking, realizing she could tell this woman.
"Well, it's not as bad as your friend. There's this girl at college, I thought she might be interested. It took me a long time to work up the nerve to say anything and when I did, she freaked out. She's told some people. I'm worried my parents will find out."
"And guessing by the note-writing, it won't go over well. Well, Denise, I give a fuck about you. I don't know if that's what you need to hear, but it's what my friend did, and it's just as true now as it was for her. Things got much better for her, and if you're not above talking to someone who wants to listen, I know they can for you. Here, it's a little weird, but tell me something that isn't when two Purple Girls meet."
Julie reached into the bag and produced a pewter figurine of a dragon with purple crystals for eyes and red and white crystals scattered amongst the "treasure horde" at the dragon's feet as it spread its wings, mouth open in a mighty roar. She handed it to Denise, who looked it over, admired it, and then tried to hand it back to Julie.
"Oh no, that's for you," Julie said, fishing for a pen in her purse.
"Wow, thanks," Denise said with a real smile. "How did you know I liked dragons?"
"Purple Girls always like dragons," Julie said without looking up, finding a pen and writing something on a card. "I'm going to write my cell number on the back of this card. I don't want you to ever tell yourself that nobody gives a fuck or you don't have anyone to talk to, because you've got to give a fuck about someone to give them a dragon. And you can call me whenever you need. If you need to have someone there when you talk to your parents, I'll be happy to explain things to them in a way I know they'll understand."
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