Fiction: The Bathroom Floor
Eva got off the bus and waved to Ally and Kyle as it sped away. It had been a weird morning. A session of English and a session of Psychology, followed by coming out to two friends in the front seat of a 168. Eva had only known them for a few months. The confession sat weirdly in the pit of her stomach, but Kyle was gay and Ally bisexual, so it’s not like she was the only queer on the bus.
Eva trekked up the hill towards her house and let herself in. Her phone buzzed.
So are you seeing anyone at the moment? – Ally
Eva blinked at the screen and put it back in her pocket, then washed the dishes left on the side from breakfast. She plodded up the stairs, put her bag in her room and walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
She took her phone out of her pocket, bit her tongue and wrote:
No. I’m not dating anyone.
Eva lay down on the floor next to the bathtub and traced the outline of the wooden panelling. Her phone buzzed again. She counted to ten.
I was, uh, wondering if you might like to go out with me? – Ally
Eva plopped her phone down in the middle of her chest and stared at the ceiling.
She was 17. She’d been kissed once during a game of spin the bottle, but no-one had ever paid her any real attention before. The ceiling was white, but had a couple of marks where her sister had swatted a moth, but wasn’t tall enough to clean up the mess.
Ally was nice. And she was cute. Eva was attracted to her, but as she lay on the bathroom floor she realised that her whole body felt numb.
Finally, Eva took a long, tight breath. Then shot back:
Yeah! Okay 🙂