Her One and Only

Cheerleader

Miles

The ride home was pretty uneventful. My head was full of Lumen objectifying Nyght, and Nyght silently staring her new bong down the entire thirty minute drive. I think she's either pretty deep in thought about something, or someone gave her a joint while I wasn't looking.

I wonder what she's thinking about...

Suddenly, I can hear Nyght's voice in my head.

"Weed.."

I laugh out loud, and she glances at me.

"I thought of a joke I heard once."

She glares at me, and goes back to staring at her bong.

"You know we're home, right?"

She looks up at me, and then out the window.

"Oh."

I laugh loudly, and her cheeks turn red.

"Tell her a dirty joke, I like when her cheeks get red."

Lumen! Shut up!

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"So what is this movie called?"

"It's called 'But I'm A Cheerleader.' It's a culturally important lesbian movie." I answer.

"Culturally important for a straight girl?" she asks.

I laugh. "Obviously!"

We're literally watching this because you remind me of Megan.

She laughs, and gets comfy on my couch. Well- I guess our couch these days.

I start the movie, and she is immediately grooving to the beginning song, totally focused on the titties bouncing on screen. The odds are not in her favor here.

"Her boyfriend is gross. He kind of reminds me of Alex," she chuckles.

Really not in her favor...

I smile at her and nod, and her attention returns to the movie.

We're at the bit where Megan is told she's gay by everyone she knows, and insists she's straight despite all of the signs being laid out in front of her.

Nyght is totally silent, which is unusual for her during movies. She's a talker. Especially since I know this movie and she doesn't.

She watches intently, and definitely looked a little surprised by the "I'm a homo" scene, but she is a little clueless.

Still, for not knowing she's gay, she's pretty forward.

"You can if you want to." her words ring through my brain.

I'm really into her. All day I think of her, and the way she smiles at me. How she stares at me when she thinks I'm not looking (I'll never tell her that I can, in fact, see her looking at me). I've been thinking about finding a girlfriend recently, and I guess this is kind of my last attempt at figuring out Nyght's deal.

I don't know how I expect to get over Nyght. Firstly, over half of my job is just protecting her. Second, gods, look at her! She's perfection in a physical form! I look over toward her, she's still completely focused on the movie. We're at the point where the whole Graham and Meghan arc has begun. We're close to the scene where they kiss, I'm honestly excited to see how Nyght takes it. I know she has some thoughts about Graham.

"Graham is kind of a d**k," she states.

"Yeah," I sigh. "She gets better-ish, though!"

She laughs.

"I hope so. Does that sign say 'c*cksucker'?"

I can't help but laugh at her question. "Yeah, gay bars are usually named extravagantly."

She goes quiet as the dancing scene comes onto the screen. I personally don't love this scene. Graham is a pushy d**k, and don't get me started on Sinead. Spooky b*tch.

I watch her golden eyes study the screen as Graham and Megan are fighting. I focus on the screen, the kiss is coming up after all, and I feel Nyght looking at me. I can see her in my peripheral, her amber irises investigating every crease of my face. It takes all of my strength to not meet her gaze. She looks back at the screen and gasps, I smile.

"Do you ship it?" I laugh.

"I don't know yet." she sits back folds her arms, forcing a giggle from my chest.

We watch more of the movie, and I can tell she longs for a real relationship, not the b*llshit Alex has been giving her.

"I should probably mention, there is a s*x scene but you don't see a whole lot."

She turns to me, and thinks for a minute.

"It's gay?"

I laugh.

"Yes, two girls."

"Good."

I c**k my head at her. She turns back to the movie.

"There is a really uncomfortable bit with an Adam costume though."

She turns back to me, and raises an eyebrow.

"An Adam costume?"

I laugh.

"You'll see, it isn't bad."

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Nyght POV

The credits roll, and I'm left with the emotional ending. I find myself longing for a relationship that's actually worth longing for. I can't wait to break it off with Alex. I am so tired of feeling trapped by rules I didn't write. I don't want to be with him, I want to be with... Not him? I don't know.

She looks at me.

"You like it?"

I sigh.

"Yes, but gods do I wish I hadn't found my mate," I laugh solemnly.

She looks at me and gives a look of empathy.

I stand up.

"I'm gonna go put on sweatpants. Wanna get the bud out and we'll smoke a bowl?"

Miles nods, and I walk down the hall. She gave me a pair of sweatpants the first night I got here and ever since I have not stopped wearing them. I don't sleep in them, I get too warm, but I wear them any time we're just hanging out. She always smiles when I come out in them, it makes me happy.

I lay down on my bed and take a deep breath, soaking the day in.

I pull my jeans off and slip my sweatpants on.

They're so comfy.

I grab my bong off of my dresser on the way through, and make my way out to the living room where Miles is. Just like clockwork, as I round around the corner Miles gives me a casual smile and pats beside her on the couch.

"Freshly ground green, for your smoking pleasure," she offers me the grinder.

"Thank you, Ms. Bellator," I do a half bow, using it to bring myself down to the couch.

I look over and Miles has already packed her bowl, and is just waiting on me now. I pack it tightly, I don't like repacking eight times just to get high, and pass her a lighter.

"Smoke buddies, huh?" I smile.

"Smoke buddies for life!" she laughs heartily.

We each take our first hit, and fill the room with smoke.

As the THC flows through my bloodstream, thoughts flood my head about the movie. I find myself ruminating on the s*x scene, and how it made me feel. I should find Alex attractive, I mean he is handsome... but I don't want to bed him like that. Do I? My mind is racing. I take another hit to dull the anxiety.

I look over at Miles and she's looking at me already.

"What? Is something wrong?" I question.

"No, you just looked bothered. Are you okay?" she places a hand on my knee.

I take a deep breath.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I offer her a soft smile.

We each go quiet for a bit. Taking hits occasionally, but mostly just staring at the blank TV.

"I think I need to call Alex."

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