Title: One and Only, Chapter 1“I’m so sorry Heather.” She repeated over and over, tears welling up in her eyes. “I never—”
Pairing: Naya Rivera/Heather Morris
Rating: PG for Angst right now, bumping up to R and NC-17 in later chapters for language and sex.
Word Count: 505
Summary: The change occurs in one weekend. Heather's mom comes to visit for Heather's appearance on Saturday Night Live and notices the things that have remained unspoken. Who knew a visit from mom could change everything?
Author's Note: So this is my first fanfic story ever and it's also a RPF which I don't think I ever imagined myself writing. I woke up one day with this brilliant idea and couldn't shake it, so I wrote it. Hope you enjoy and comment/review. Eeek I'm nervous and excited to see how people will respond. Okay, read on! :]
“Save it Naya. You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew it would never work but you pushed and you pushed. I gave in because I felt bad for you. I was drunk and you were pathetic, practically undressing me with your eyes. It was pity sex. Did you really ever think I’d love you like that? And you told my mother that you were in love with me. MY MOTHER NAYA! She warned me about you from the beginning, I guess she was right.” Heather said, fire flashing in her normally laughing blue eyes.
“You disgust me.” And with that she turned around and walked out of the trailer and out of Naya’s life for what felt like forever.
“Heather! Please…I’m so sor—” Naya collapsed into sobs on the floor as the door of her trailer slammed shut so loudly it shattered her heart.
“Heather…Heather…Heather…” she sobbed.
Naya awoke with tears streaming down her face. Sweat made her bangs stick to her forehead and her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest she didn’t know how it hadn’t woken her best friend who was sleeping peacefully next to her.
Seeing the naked blonde next to her, the very same one who’d said those hurtful things and walked out on Naya in her dream, brought fresh tears to Naya’s eyes.
Her brain filled with every emotion she felt about her best friend and what they had done, what they were doing continually.
She knew she’d never get back to sleep.
Her tears turned to sobs as she let the love she felt for the girl fully consume her. As always the guilt and shame followed closely behind.
Heather was her best friend.
Her best friend who was a girl.
Her best friend who was a girl and had a boyfriend.
Her best friend who was a girl and had a boyfriend and was a devout Christian.
Yes, this was wrong on so many levels.
Suddenly Naya’s proximity to her vice made her sick to her stomach. She didn’t deserve to be this close to the pure angel she so often tainted with her lips and fingers.
The memories of the night before came flooding back in vivid detail intensifying Naya’s sobs.
She climbed out of the bed as quickly and quietly as she could, not wanting what she knew was rapidly turning into a panic attack, to wake the slumbering beauty.
Naya stumbled to the bathroom, hot tears flooding out of her eyes as her sobs ripped at her from the inside out. She turned on the shower and turned the handle until the water was scalding hot.
She got in and collapsed under the weight of all she was feeling as she felt herself begin to shake. Naya attributed the shaking partially to shock from the heat, but mostly to the pure hatred she felt for herself, as she did every morning.