I like girls who like girls [Sasha/Lynda]

[lari]

Sequel to "I like boys who like boys." This is one year later--Sasha and Lynda drifted apart because he was with Logan and Lynda didn't like being the other "significant other." By Christmas, they no longer spoke to each other. This is the end of the next summer, once again starting at the Pride Rally. Lynda now bi-curious (which is why the title is as it is) and Sasha and Logan have broken up.


Lynda gave the girl across from her a big grin, enjoying flirting with a female instead of a male for once. Lynda found herself once again at Pride. Just the year before, she met Sasha here; she enjoyed thinking about Sasha. She finally got over him to a point where she could think about the times she had with him and smile without being bitter. He was her first love and taught her a lot about relationships; never let yourself fall for a taken man. Lesson learned. She didn't really hate him for it; though if she were to talk to him at that very moment, she wouldn't be thinking that. She would be angry at him if he was right in front of her face. But if she didn't have to see him, she could think about him with fondness.

"Well, chica, I better get going, but I doubt this is the last time I'll be seeing you," Courtney practically purred. She was hot, sure, but she didn't have enough brains to keep Lynda interested. She enjoyed the flirting process with the females, but her actual attempted relationships never got past the first date. She wasn't sure exactly what she thought about girls. She was kind of attracted to them, but not nearly as much as she was attracted to boys. Courtney touched Lynda's bare arms, a smirk on her face. As hot as Courtney was, she was so fake that it disgusted Lynda a bit. Lynda looked down at her "Likes boys who likes boys" shirt. It now said "Likes boys (and girls) who like boys (and girls)." Courtney slipped a piece of paper out of her pocket and stuffed it down Lynda's tank top and bra. That's where she drew the line. She was sooo not calling the slut. But on the outside, all she did was smile at her.

Lynda waved and walk away, in her tank top and super short rainbow skirt. Then there was her rainbow socks that went to her knees. She glanced around through the crowd. He was there. On the bench. Their bench. Looking kind of sad. He wore a long sleeved shirt, which was odd for him. Not only was he actually wearing a shirt, but it went down to his wrists. And he wasn't even partying. Lynda reluctantly went over to him and sat down. She was sweating buckets from the heat and still wore a smile on her face from the all the fun she's been having. "What's wrong?" she finally asked him. She shouldn't have talked to him. She was going to regret it. He was going to tell them how well Logan was and how much in love they were in and all her work at getting over him would fly out the window.

They say you never really get over your first love. Whoever they are, they're right.

[Livvia]

He'd come to Pride hoping for a pick-me-up. Something to take his mind off what had been going on the past few months. The sun's heat didn't exactly help make him more comfortable. It gave him an itchy feeling that only reminded him of what had happened more. If this had been a year ago, he'd be dancing, flirting, getting his party on. He would be wearing next to nothing and loving it.

Instead, Sasha Daniels found himself sitting on an all too familiar bench in clothes that covered so much of his body that it should have been a goddamn crime. He found himself dwelling on the loss of Logan and, thanks to his history with this rally, Lynda. So engrossed in these thoughts was he that he almost didn't notice that he was no longer sitting alone-- until her voice shattered his barriers. Sure, it was loud at the park already, music blaring and people having at it, but her voice seemed to cut through it all.

"Lynda?" He turned to face her, obviously surprised. "N-nothing's wrong." Oh, how he was lying through his pretty little teeth. "I was just, you know, taking a break from dancing and all. Er... long time no see." He threw her a fake smile, hoping to hell that she wouldn't see through it. He could only hope, though. His track record on lying wasn't bad exactly, but it did have its bad spots.

[lari]

"You're lying," Lynda observed. Despite all that has changed, she will always have some of her old traits stuck to her. Logic, science, observation. That will never leave her, no matter how much else seems to change. "But you don't have to tell me what's wrong. I don't have a right to be nosy, since I've been ignoring you for... wow, it's been long. Since the soccer game." Lynda immediately frowned, thinking of soccer. It would always be her favorite sport to play, even if she couldn't play it anymore. At least as of now. "I stopped playing soccer," she told him mornfully. She didn't know why she was telling him, though. Why would he care?

Lynda had matured in a way. She became more outgoing, and didn't hate or judge people any more. She talked to anyone and everyone now. She was less sarcastic and rude. She was turning into Jaynee, just a little. And it had all started because of Sasha. Well, it wasn't him all the way. But after she had started to drift from him, she realized how pathetic she was. And she started to discover who she was. Not the girl who hid her emotions. Not the girl who comformed to her father's command. But the true Lynda. She hadn't changed all that much. Just a little bit of opening up and a little bit of taking control.

And it all happened because of Sasha. The man who was now sulking in a long sleeved t-shirt in the hottest time of the year. He looked depressed. What had happened to him? Lynda felt like she needed to help him; she still cared. Where's the care-free, happy-go-lucky Sasha I loved? "You were right," she told Sasha suddenly. "I needed to smile more. But now you should take your own advice."

[Livvia]

'I'm not lying," He frowned, averting his gaze as a group of guys in nothing but what appeared to be speedos sauntered past. He trained his eyes on them for a ten-count before finally making himself look back at Lynda, soaking in her words as well as her appearance. She looked the same -- except, as she herself pointed out, happier. "I'm always right," he replied, his old egotism shining through. "And you happen to be wrong. I'm fine. Never better."

He stood up, ignoring the heat and the discomfort and held open his arms grandly. "I'm here at pride having a GREAT time. What the hell could possibly be wrong?" He glared down at her, not entirely sure why he was suddenly so angry. She was a reminder of a happier time, when he had just about everything. Too much. He'd screwed himself over and here was the proof, standing before him. Without Sasha, Lynda seemed to be doing splendidly. It broke part of his heart all over again. Dropping his arms, his gaze softened. "Lynda..." It even hurt to say her name. "What do you want from me? What could you possibly get out of talking to me? You and I both know I don't deserve it."

[lari]

"Yes, what could possibly be wrong?" Lynda said sarastically, practically sneering. "Everthing is obviously right with the world." She hadn't acted like so since what felt like eons ago. Sure, she was sarcastic, but never in a negative way anymore. She took a page of optimism from Jaynee, and things had never been better since. But pessimism was like alcohol addiction. Once a alcoholic, always one. It was a trait she could pretend wasn't there, but it was always there in the pits of her mind.

"The Sasha I know never glares, never wears a shirt if he doesn't have to, and would be dancing right now, because this is some awesome music they're playing," Lynda said matter-of-factly. The reality that maybe she didn't know him anymore scared her. She looked at Sasha, feeling overwhelming amounts of sadness. She was hoping again, something that never mixed well with Sasha. "Yes, you don't deserve it," Lynda agreed immediately. "But you look like you need someone right now. So I'm giving you two options. We can go somewhere on the other side of the park where it isn't so crowded and catch up--obviously a lot has happened to you, and some big stuff has happened to me too--or you can come dance with me, because they're playing some fun dancing songs. And neither is not an option." Lynda gave him an intense stare, waiting for an answer. This wasn't going to be a good outcome, that's for sure, but she had a feeling that he needed to be pulled out of whatever hole he had fallen into. And just maybe she could help him. And not fall in love with him again in the process.

[Livvia]

Sasha couldn't help but flinch, taking what felt like the verbal abuse of the year. Pursing his lips, just took it, all of it. It took everything in him not to shout that he didn't want her to know the Sasha he was now. What killed him was that everything she said was right. He wasn't himself. If he was, he wouldn't be hesitating in face of the opportunity to dance, or strip. In another life, he would be overjoyed to see Lynda.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he set his eyes on the mass of dancing bodies. "Fine," he sighed, turning away. "Let's go, then." Without looking back at her, he set off in the other direction. The last thing he wanted was to tell her how he was doing. It was just his misfortune that dancing was an utter impossibility for him, at the moment. There was no way he could do it without hurting himself or overheating. He supposed he would have to endure her interrogation instead, much as he wasn't looking forward to it.

Soon, they were on the other side of the park, the pond in between them and the bench. It was quieter here. Less people bustling through. Mostly just those walking their dogs into the shade. Sasha kept his head down, barely nodding at some of the people he passed. Eventually he came to a mostly deserted area, stepping into the a thicket of shade. "So... What to start?" He asked, finally making himself look at her again.

[lari]

Lynda looked at this boy with her eyebrow raised. Who was this person in front of her? That was the biggest mystery of all. So much was wrong with this picture. She felt guilty for forcing him to talk to her, but she didn't want him bottling things up. That led to depression, which could lead to death. And live without Sasha, even if she never sees him anymore anyway, would be a miserable thing. She was totally not over him, that was for sure.

"I guess I'll start, since you don't seem to keen on talking," Lynda muttered. "Good stuff first, I say. Jaynee's doing good. She has the cutest boyfriend ever and is happy as can be--nothing new there, really. And Finn's still a hyper puppy. Hasn't tried to run away again or anything. Um... well, I guess that's all I can say about happy." Even if it was only two things to say, Lynda felt blessed that she had some happy things. It was better than none, right?

"Oh, I guess you could say I'm 'bi' now. Or bi-curious. I don't know how to label my sexual orientation anymore. That's something pretty new, and you could throw that into the good things or the bad, depending." The half smile on Lynda's face dropped after that. And to the bad stuff. "You probably think everything's fine with me, right?" She glanced at him, smiling slightly. "Not really, though. I was always the daddy's girl, and Jaynee the Momma's girl. So when my grade's dropped last year, he was pretty pissed. And then I told him I wanted to be a school teacher and not a Doctor like him--strike two. And then I told him that I may just like girls. That was stupid. He gets angry really easy, and I don't think he ment it, but he pushed me, and I ended up falling down the stairs." Lynda shifted ther hair to part it in a way that showed a scar starting at her forehead and going all the way to the back of her neck. Then she rolled her sock down to show the scar on her knee.

"I don't know if you remember when I was gone for the month of school last year? Well, I cracked my skull open and shattered my knee. I can't play soccer anymore, which I love probably more than my twin and Finn combined. And your the second person who know the real reason; all my old friends think I quit for the hell of it and don't talk to me anymore because I 'ditched them.' And my dad hasn't talked to me since; he's either guilty or still angry with me. I can't tell. I could go on about other crappy things that have happened, but they're all minor compared to this."

It was like pouring her soul out to a stranger. She enjoyed talking to strangers. They didn't know her and couldn't judge her on her past acts because they didn't know anything about her. Sasha knew very little about her, giving her the stranger-complex when talking. She had no fear in pouring her soul out. And the more emotions she gave him, the more he'd give back.

Lynda sighed, feeling like she was in a bubble of self-pity. She did this originally because she wanted to get him to talk. But she needed to let some things out too; things that her and her twin usually avoided talking about. She needed this too. But she also needed to hear Sasha. She tended to worry about other people's problems more than her own; she was never good at focusing on her own issues. He could be a good distraction--her distraction used to be soccer, but because of her head injury, she gets light headed easily and is prone to fainting. Not a good thing in soccer. "Please talk to me," she almost begged. "As I just discovered in my rant, it makes you feel better."