A Different Morgendorffer, A Different Sloane - Prologue

 A Different Morgendorffer, A Different Sloane - Prologue

It was stormy in Lawndale. Two teenage girls were braving the elements as they climbed up the Big Strawberry. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” one of them asked, the one with the long red hair.

 

“Yes, Q. It’s a great view, even in weather like this,” the other girl, with short brown hair answered.

 

“More that It’s dangerous,” Q pointed out.

 

“When has that stopped us before.”

 

“Point.”

 

 

They soon reached the top and looked out over the large suburban town. “I can’t believe you haven’t been here before,” the brown haired one said.

 

“Oh, Else. It’s that I’ve been busy with school, shopping and stuff,” Q responded, as she took the other’s hand in hers.

 

“I can believe that,” Else said, looking deeply into Q’s eyes.

 

Q blushed, and blinked as the water was getting into her eyes. It was now or never. They then kissed passionately. They remained like that for half a minute until a clap of thunder startled them. “That was close!” Q said, as they parted.

 

“Another thing off the bucket list!” Else said.

 

Why she and Else had added ‘Make out on the top of the Big Strawberry during a thunderstorm’ to their bucket list, Q wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t ready to go home yet, where her sister would judge her for her choices and her parents didn’t understand her. She looked over the town in that direction, where she knew some of the other houses blocked the direct view.

 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Else asked quietly. She knew her too well.

 

“Oh you, know, family,” Q said quietly.

 

“Neither of ours understand us,” Else said in a familiar refrain. “We can stay for a while longer.”

 

Q smiled and kissed her girlfriend again. There were a few minutes before another lightning strike came close to the Strawberry.

 

 

“That was closer,” Q said.

 

“I can take you home,” Else said.

 

“Not yet,” Q said.

 

“My place?”

 

Q shook her head. “Cluster Burger.”

 

“Sure,” Else responded.

 

 

For the staff at Cluster Burger, seeing two drenched teenagers enter the store holding hands was par for the course.

“Welcome to Cluster Burger, may I take your order?”

 

“Like, a Vege Burger with small fries and diet soda?” the one with her red hair tied back in a pony tail that ran down her back said.

 

“Burger with the lot with medium fries and soda,” the short haired brunette added.

 

“Sure,” the girl behind the counter said. She took another glance at the couple. She knew one of them, in passing. ‘I didn’t know she was, that way…’

 

 

The orders soon arrived. Else attacked hers with gusto, whereas Q took slow bites. “So, what’s next?” Else asked when she had finished her fries.

 

Q took out a soggy, though still legible piece of paper from her pocket. “Run along Main Street on a cloudy Sunday afternoon,” she said.

 

“Sounds doable, if it’s still cloudy this Sunday,” Else said with a shrug.

 

“Sure.”

 

They remained in thought as Q finished her meal.

 

 

“Ready to go home?” Else asked.

 

“Sure, but not by the direct route,” Q answered.

 

“Of course, by Lover’s Lane it is,” Else said.

 

 

After a long make out session at ‘lover’s lane,’ the girlfriends finally called it a night. It was still stormy when Else dropped Q off in front of a red brick McMansion in one of Lawndale’s newer upper middle class subdivisions.

 

 

Q waved goodbye as she entered the house.