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Hss class act fanfiction

Looking at the same sky - part 3

(Skye x MC)

[A/N -- If you would like to be tagged in these chapters in the future, let me know and I'll make sure you're on the list.]

Skye read the message and felt a strange mix of relief for being able to talk to Bailey after the conversation she had just had with her mother, and nerves because of the words her girlfriend had used

'Can I call? We need to talk about something 🖤'

Running though several scenarios in her head, Skye threw herself on to her bed and wiped at her dampening eyes. She sent a thumbs up emoji back and waited for the phone to ring. Within seconds, her phone lit up, playing 'Love will tear us apart'. Looking at the screen, Skye saw that it was a video call coming through and quickly hit 'Decline'. Sending a quick message, asking Bailey to wait a few minutes, she dashed to the mirror to check the make-up on her eyes was intact and pulling off the tatty pyjama top she was wearing, covering herself instead with her black bathrobe. Settling back on to her bed, after running her fingers through her long red hair, she opened a video call with Bailey.

Within seconds, Bailey appeared on the screen. Her eyes were heavy and her smile was plainly forced. Skye mirrored her expression, trying to hide the way her last conversation made her feel. Bailey worried about her enough. She didn't need outdated thinking and unveiled homophobia from her family adding to it.

"Hey Bailey." She said softly, clearing her throat after to help her voice. Bailey was clearly checking her own reflection on her camera, subtly wiping at the bottom of her eyes and trying harder to school her smile.

"Hey Skye. I miss you" Her attention was now clearly on Skye who smiled contentedly at her.

"Its hardly been an hour. But I miss you too, especially when you're sweet."

"So always, right?" Bailey let out a small laugh that caught in her throat as she spoke.

"Yeah. You're always cute I guess." Skye smirked. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well..." Bailey began. As she thought of the best way to approach it, she saw the poorly hidden, scared look on Skye's face. "What's wrong?"

The question startled Skye. Realising she should never have accepted a video call, she gave up trying to keep herself together. A glance at her door showed no shadows in the light under it. It wasn't unusual for one of them to decide to listen in so they stay in control of everything. Skye explained what had happened since they parted. Brian snooping, her mother's critique, her dad's obliviousness to her. By the time she had finished, her cheeks were streaked with charcoal tears. Bailey looked calm, taking in everything Skye was saying, giving her time to finish before reacting, but her eyes betrayed her anger. She was furious. They talked through it. Bailey helping Skye to process what she was feeling while listening to everything her girlfriend needed to get off of her chest.

Skye exhaled slowly, composing herself and ready to move on.

"You never said what you wanted to talk about" She said dryly.

"Oh yeah..." Bailey paused. "I was going to ask..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you wearing anything under that big ol bathrobe?" She giggled.

"Seriously?!" Skye gasped with a deep blush creeping over her face. "No..."

"No?!" Bailey choked out, her blush surpassing Syke's.

"I meant, no, that's not what you wanted to talk about"

"Oh right... yeah, I definitely knew that. It's ok, we'll talk tomorrow. It's nothing to worry about right now anyway."

"You sure?" Concern shook Skye's voice.

"Yeah. Are you ok? The last thing I want is you worrying." Bailey asked, searchingly.

"I am. I think I'm just tired at this point."

"It takes a lot out of you, huh?"

"Sometimes. Talking to you helps. You always know what to say."

Bailey blushed harder than before at the praise. Suddenly feeling a little relieved, knowing she would still always be able to talk to her, she could always be there for her that way.

"I'm here to help." She said with a salute to her camera. "You should get some sleep though. If you wake up, just call me, ok? You're not disturbing me, I promise."

"Okay. I will, if I need to." Skye assured her.

They said a short good night and ended their call, not before Bailey blowing Skye a loud kiss, then waiting expectantly for Skye to catch it, which she did with an eye roll. Skye settled under her covers easily, one hand tucked under her pillow, the other cradling her phone. She scrolled social media for a while, until her phone chimed with a notification from Bailey. Skye opened the picture that was captioned "There's nothing on under this bathrobe either"

When the picture opened, it was of Bailey's dog, Biscuit wearing her purple fluffy gown against his plush white fur. It made her smile, more than she had all night. Bailey could do that. Only Bailey.

'I really love her.' Was the last thought in Skye's mind as her eyelids hung heavy and she drifted in to a peaceful sleep.

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The next day, Skye was getting dressed and checking the time constantly. She always met Bailey at 10:45am. It gave her a perfect amount of time to leave her house without issue. Her dad leaves early, so does Brian. Her mother, being a woman of leisure, didn't leave the house until she was good and ready. The bar at the brunch place she met her 'friends' at on the weekends opened at 10:30, so she would leave 15 minutes before, giving Skye 10 minutes to leave her room and get out of the front door before Brian came home from the gym, stinking and overdosed on testosterone. She got out without a problem and took a slow walk in to town. As she got to the arcade, she saw Bailey hitting the side of a crane machine which had a plush toy hanging precariously over the edge of the prize slot.

"Why not just put in another quarter?" Skye commented from behind her, making her jump and knock the machine, causing the plushie to fall within reach.

"Yes! I never lose!" Bailey chuckled turning to Skye and holding out the toy for her. "Here, he's all yours."

"Oh, that's ok. I don't want to take your prize." She mumbled. Looking at the toy, she could see it was clearly a knock-off version of the doppelganger monster from the movie she had shown Bailey on the first (and last) night she had visited her bedroom.

"But I wouldn't have won it if you didn't make me knock in to the machine. Besides...." Bailey held out the little stuffed monster to her again. "...You're my prize."

Skye was use to the corny jokes, the cheesy one liners, the awful attempts at flirting. Her girlfriend was awkward, it was a fact. She usually compensated for this by saying whatever first came to mind so she didn't overthink what she was saying. It made Skye feel more secure, knowing that Bailey meant everything she said without any hidden intent.

"Your prize for what?" She asked shyly, gently taking the toy and fighting her smile back.

"Hmmm... putting up with Ajay. I should definitely be compensated for that."

"Don't forget Danielle." Skye smirked.

"The girl who made me look like I would risk someone's life for a role in a play. I had totally forgotten about her, thank you." She laughed, shoving Skye's shoulder slightly.

The two of them shared a sweet kiss and walked in to the arcade, hand in hand. After playing their usual favourite games they moved over to the cafe area to get some lunch. Skye ordered their food, refusing to let Bailey pay while Bailey tried to get the busted tablet attached to the table to work. Skye sat beside her, sliding her a red basket of fries and a soft drink.

"Any luck?" She asked, nodding at the tablet.

"No, but..." Bailey gestured to the window. "...How about some classic entertainment?"

Outside, Skye saw Brian, flocked by some of his friends, all of them wearing similar gym clothes, surrounding a small group of girls. Brian was the only one speaking by the look of it, until the entire group of girls burst with laughter as walked off practically holding their sides. Brian, who's face now matched his hair perfectly, stormed off in the other direction with his friends trailing behind. Skye and Bailey shared a smile before falling into a fit of loud giggles.

As they are their lunch, Skye began to notice how quiet Bailey had become. She wasn't even eating much, just pushing her food around instead.

"Bailey!" Skye called out.

"What?!"

"You're not this quiet. What's wrong?" She asked as she stared in to Bailey's eyes, trying to find an answer.

"So. Remember I said we needed to talk about something?" She muttered.

"Yeah. Then I dropped all that stuff about my family on you..."

"No. I wanted to know how you were. You didn't drop anything on me, Skye. It's not a burden, ok?" Bailey interrupted.

"Ok. Thank you. Yeah, I remember."

"Well. It's kind of serious. I don't really know what to say." Bailey looked down, avoiding Skye's eyes. "I don't want today to be ruined. I don't want to ruin any day with this, but..." She took a deep breath. "The sooner I say it, the more ready the two of us will be for it."

"Am I supposed to be scared right now? Because I am."

"Skye, I have to move. Away from Cedar Cove. Away from Berry..." Bailey's eyes misted and her breath caught as she spoke. "I'm so sorry"

Suddenly, there was no sound. The arcades went quiet, the sounds of people talking dimmed until they were mute. Bailey was still apologising, but the sound struggled to reach Skye's ears. The whole world seemed as though it was losing its connection and Skye's senses suffered it alone. Midway through what Bailey was trying to get across, Skye grabbed her by the loose green shirt that hung loosely from her and pulled her in to a tight embrace. Bailey's hands rested on Skye's back, drawing small circles against her frame. It was too much. There wasn't anything to say to make this better. It was bad, and no amount of 'sorry' could make it better. It wasn't Bailey's fault, this clearly broke her heart too. After a few minutes of the two of them holding eachother as though they would be pulled apart this second if they dared to let go, Skye spoke up, softly.

"But... I need you. Please... don't." The words were strained in her throat and her arms tightened around the girl who was her only beacon in the dark that surrounded her life.

"Skye. I'm sorry, I didn't want..."

"PLEASE!" Skye screamed without a single thought of who would hear her. "Please...?" She cried.

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TBC in the next chapter....

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robotsandzombiesarebi · 4 years

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Hss CA - fanfic

Looking at the same sky - p.2

(Pairing = Skye x f!mc)

There was a discussion. Something about the griddle not earning enough money. Something about a better opportunity. Pros and cons laid out to help Bailey and Casey to understand the decision that their parents had come to. The voices all sounded like static, white noise; even when Casey had spoke up to stress the importance of their developing relationships and their extracurriculars.

At some point, in hopes of moving away from the heated discussion between her brother and her parents, Bailey found herself moving slowly towards the stairs that led to her bedroom. The bedroom door clicked softly behind her as the tears that pricked her eyes finally spilled over and ran hot down her cheeks. Silently she scanned her room, unsure of what to do. Rory's light was on, she could see it shining through on to the hardwood floor of her room. Pulling her phone from her pocket, remembering how filled with excitement she was the last time it was in her hand, she opened a chat with Rory. After typing and deleting a few different messages, she simply sent 'Hey'.

Rory text back almost instantly with a simple request, 'Window?'

Having done it many times before, Bailey's legs carried her thoughtlessly to the window. She opened it and waited a minute for Rory to arrive at hers.

"Hey Bailey..." Rory sighed with a contented smile. "...Why is your room so dark? I wouldn't have known you were home if I hadn't seen you out front."

"Were you looking out for me?" Bailey jested, earning her a full, embarrassed blush from Rory.

"No" she said, tucking her hair back. "I was just bored so I thought I'd people watch." She tucked her hair back again. Bailey had known her for long enough to know that it was a clear sign she was lying. "So, why the dark room?"

"I guess I forgot to turn on my light." It came out in a half hearted laugh.

"Oh yeah, I'm always forgetting to do that" Rory smirked.

"Really?"

"No!" She laughed. "Somethings on your mind, right?" Rory's look turned from amused to mildly concerned. Bailey went on to explain the bare facts that she had just learned. Rory was already asking a follow up question when she cut her off and told her that she left the discussion before she got the details.

"So..." Rory began, now sounding more filled with a sad kind of pity. "What are you going to tell Skye?"

The question hit Bailey harder than the news. Rory had always been the first person she could tell her problems to, but Skye, how could she possibly tell her that she wouldn't be around anymore. Long distance was the obvious option, but video calls, constant texts and even cute hand written sentiments wouldn't be able to make sure Skye feels safe and loved.

Bailey and Rory talked for a while longer. Bailey trying to keep the subjects light, battling with Rory asking more and more questions to try and make sense of the situation. As their conversation drew to a close, they said their 'goodbyes' and 'good nights' and came away from their windows with a promise to catch up tomorrow.

Bailey threw herself down on to her bed and stared at the ceiling, her phone growing warm in her hand as she thought about how to open up a conversation that would break her heart and the heart of the one person outside of her family that she truly cherishes. With a decent amount of willpower, she unlocked her phone and began typing.

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The Crandall's house was quiet as usual. Sometimes it sounded as though a war was brewing, but most of the time, each member of the family resigned themselves to their chosen rooms. Mrs. Crandall could be found in the (ironically named) family room. Mr. Crandall would be in his study doing who-knows-what. Brian would either be in his bedroom, or strutting around acting his usual arrogant self. Skye, as always, confined herself in her bedroom. Though it was far from her taste, the bedroom was a place that even her intrusive family understood was a place of solitude.

Skye sat at her desk, doodling tribal symbols emblazoned with skulls and low hanging wings, surrounded by roses on all sides that bore thorns to mark them as dangerous as much as they were beautiful. Lost in her own thoughts, pencil slowly stroking the paper in front of her, she almost jumped as her phone chimed. Unlike her girlfriend, Skye wasn't quite sentimental enough to assign ringtones to all of her friends, so she ignored the message to carry on as she was. As though the universe didn't want her to have any peace, her mother's voice carried through the almost bare halls of the house.

"Skye! Downstairs, please."

With a long, drawn out sigh she pushed her chair back from the desk, deliberately scraping it across the floor as she stood. She slowly walked down the marble stairs, her bare feet padding with each step until she reached the plush carpet of the family room. Her mother sat on the armchair nearest the bookcase, not that she ever bothered to open a book, as usual. Her eyes looked heavy, which lead Skye to guess that the glass of wine in her hand wasn't her first.

"Skye..." She began, slurring slightly. "...Your brother tells me he saw something outside."

"Wow" Skye gasped sarcastically, turning to her brother stood in the far doorway. "You noticed something outside? The lessons must really be paying off."

"Not now, Skye." Her mother groaned. "He says you were with that... Bailey child, again."

"Yes?"

"You told us you were going for a walk. Are we supposed to believe you simply happened upon her?"

"No. I went to meet her at work, and she walked me home. I walked there and back. Is that not a walk?"

Mrs. Crandall sighed loudly enough to turn Skye's stomach at the thought that they have the habit in common. It was clear to her already that they weren't Bailey's biggest fans. It had been made apparent with all of the slight jabs at the company Skye keeps, the ideas of this girl and her 'alternative lifestyle' affecting their darling daughter and of course, the fact that she was noticeably below their station.

"You know how we feel about you being friends with her, Skye."

"Well lucky for you we're not friends, she's my gir.." Before Skye could finish, her mother raised her hand in a familiar 'Stop' gesture.

"Enough of that, Skye. I have no idea what she or any of those degenerates in your theatre club have filled your head with; but you're not... that way."

"Who the hell are you to tell me..." Skye screeched. The bile of her stomach rising to meet her tongue while her blood reached a feverish temperature. She almost choked on her words, feeling hate reaching its way through her veins, ready to burst from her. Her balled fists unclenched and she took in a cool, calming breath, ready to say more, but thought better of it. She turned on her heel and quietly walked away with the image of Brian and her mother's smug faces burning in her mind. She passed her father's study on the way back to her room, glancing at the door.

'He heard us. I know he did.' She thought to herself, dismissing the idea that he would have been any help anyway. As the door to her room closed behind her, Skye let out a shaking breath. She looked around the room and started to list things she could hear, things she could smell, things she could see. A trick Bailey had taught her for when she feels overwhelmed. Among the things she listed was the blinking light on her phone that had been forgotten on her desk. The screen lit under her touch, showing her screensaver of herself pulling a sour face while Bailey, who took the picture, kissed her cheek. There were a few notifications, built up from her ignoring her phone while she drew, most of them dismissed straight away, except the one from her girlfriend.

'Can I call? We need to talk about something 🖤'

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