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‘You know what’s funny?’ Brenda hummed, finger carefully tracing her girlfriend’s arm, connecting the freckles that were dotted about. Stacey looked up at her with a tired, questioning hum. The blonde girl lay in her partner’s lap on the garishly patterned picnic blanket. A bird tittered somewhere nearby. Brenda almost forgot to continue speaking as she found herself appreciating the peace they had found. It was early Autumn, leaves softly falling on the grass beside them as crisp air whipped across their faces. Stacey pulled her cardigan closer around her as she waited for an elaboration. She could wait for however long Brenda wanted her to. What was the point in robbing their peace from them?
‘I think you’re why I realised I was a girl.’ Brenda verbalising it was the first time she had realised it within herself. ‘You know, when you dumped me.’ She giggled at that last bit, which caused Stacey to make a sound of indignance.
‘It was sixth grade!’ She insisted as she reached up to hold Brenda’s face. ‘If I had known I wouldn’t have, I swear. It was just a really confusing time.’ She wasn’t lying. Sixth grade was a big time for both of them.
‘It was also a stupid kiddy relationship.’ Brenda giggled before kissing Stacey quickly. ‘I’m glad we’re not that couple. People who get together in middle school, or God forbid, before then, and stay together for life are fucking weird.’ She loved Stacey, but she was more than happy being with her now.
‘So… Just like Kyle’s parents.’ Stacey raised an eyebrow with a small smile. ‘But like, they have seven kids and counting, that’s like the bare minimum of weird for them. Or for Kyle.’
‘Oh my god… Don’t get me started.’ Brenda groaned as she began to braid her girlfriend’s hair. ‘When we did the whole beard thing, I invited him over… My parents looked like I had brought home, I don’t know… The fucking wolfman. They hated him, for good reason, he started roughhousing with my brother and very nearly threw the kid into a fucking wall.’ She was very embarrassed by her dating history, even if it wasn’t real with Kyle. They had made all these excuses about wanting to be together but being blocked by Max, so they never had to date anyone else. It really backfired when Max loosened the reigns.
‘Bet they were glad you came out the second time.’ Stacey hummed, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s palm. ‘And the first, no offense… But you were a shitty pre-teen, babe…’
Brenda rolled her eyes again. ‘Don’t I know it… He haunts me, I swear. You were right to break up with me. If that me was still around, I would beg you to kick him in the balls.’
‘He wasn’t that bad, but I like you better.’ Stacey leant up to kiss her, taking her time before pulling away, breathless. ‘And I was also a lesbian, and very confused that I loved you.’
‘You think you were confused?’ Brenda barked out a laugh as she finished playing with her girlfriend’s hair. ‘I was trying so hard to be cool and popular, and fuck, Max was such a loser then, not even being friends with you could have saved him then. I just kind of thought that if I was like… the guy everyone liked, maybe it would stop feeling so weird. Then you broke up with me and told me it was because I wasn’t a girl… That kind of broke something…’ She said it sadly though she couldn’t have been more thankful for it, she wouldn’t have figured it out otherwise.
‘I’m sorry.’ Stacey said softly, looking up at her girlfriend with a soft expression. ‘For dumping you that harshly, it did help in the long run though.’ There was the shit-eating grin that Brenda loved so much.
‘Yeah, it did.’ Brenda shifted her legs, which had fallen asleep from Stacey laying across her. ‘My parents were so relieved when I told them, they were worrying. And my hair was so shitty then, oh my god! I’m so glad I figured it out before Max transitioned too, or I would have ended up like the nerds.’ She used that term affectionately, things had calmed down a lot lately.
‘So, what I’m hearing, correct me if I’m wrong, me breaking up with you was the best thing that ever happened to you?’ Stacey sat up and raised an eyebrow, looking at her girlfriend, challenging her.
‘Breaking up in sixth grade.’ Brenda corrected herself. ‘If you do it again, I’ll cry.’
‘Wasn’t planning on it.’ Stacey giggled and leant in to kiss her girlfriend.
Ravenpuff99 Tue 08 Jul 2025 08:07PM UTC
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