Retrograde Character Masterlist
I lied, here are all the characters. I’ll do in depth backstories later.
This probably isn't EVERY character but it's damn near close and just some basics about them that are totally subject to be altered or expanded upon later
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Afton Family
Michael Frederick Afton/ Fritz Smith/ Mike Schmidt:
Thick curly brown hair, hazel green eyes, grey tshirt with rolled sleeves, tucked into jeans// scars along his face, torso, and arms
Born October 7th, 1969 to Sandra Schmidt and William Afton
The oldest of the Afton children
Loved baseball, got his first bat from Henry
Scar across his nose came from a fight, hand scars came from attempting to pry open Fredbear's mouth during the bite, arm scar came from encounter with the Nightmares, torso scar came from getting scooped, various other scars from animatronic encounters
Fox mask bully, Dayshift worker at Freddy Fazbear’s in 1987, Technician at Circus Baby’s Pizza World and Party Rentals, Nightshift Security Guard at Freddy Fazbear’s in 1998
William David Afton:
Shiny dark hair, soft blue eyes that turned grey the first time he “died”, well-groomed and cared about his looks
Father of Michael, Elizabeth, and Cassidy Afton; Spouse of Sandra Afton
Co-owner of Fredbear’s Family Dinner, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, Circus Baby’s Pizza World, Fazbear Robotics and Fazbear Entertainment inc.; Owner of Afton Robotics LLC
Cunning, charming, and extremely persuasive, could find out absolutely anything about anyone and use it against them to get what he wanted
Extremely theatrical and loved going over the top in performances,
Loved robotics and excelled at crafting learning AI, but could never perfect it how he wanted
Drove himself mad with the idea of immortality and legacy
Absolutely hated being called Billy
Did love his kids, at least originally, he’s only Somewhat a heartless monster, but there’s something still beating in that chest of his
Cassandra “Sandra” Bella Schmidt:
Denim jumpsuit, dyed blonde hair, hazel green eyes
Mother of Michael, Elizabeth, and Cassidy Afton. Spouse of William Afton
Was a Broadway actress but left her career behind to marry William and raise her family
Very soft-spoken, only confident when she was on a stage under the spotlight
Had a beautiful singing voice and would often sing her children to sleep, especially if they woke up from night terrors
Elizabeth “Lizzie” Rose Afton:
Dark strawberry blonde hair curled into tight ringlets and pulled back into two ponytails with red ribbon ties, bright green eyes, often wore a lot bright colors
Born May 12th, 1979. Died February 1986
The youngest of the Afton children
Suspected of being the product of an affair as her looks did not resemble her father’s
Did whatever it took to get her way and was very cunning about how she went about doing that
Liked to sing with her mother and was very musically inclined
Evan “Ev” Afton:
Thick brown curls that often fell in front of bright green eyes, white collared shirt a large black tshirt with two white stripes across the chest
Born October 31st, 1975. Bitten by Fredbear October 31st, 1983. “Died” November 5th, 1983
The middle child of the Afton children
Was never the best at communicating with others, complained a lot, fought with his brother constantly at home
After witnessing Charlie’s unaliving, became traumatized and cried all the time
Had a large collection of stuffed animals but was usually carrying around at least one of the Fazbear Plushies
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Emily Family
Henry Emily
Shoulder length hair always swept or pulled back out of his face, dirty overalls, hands are never clean
Father of Charlotte and Samuel Emily. Spouse of Donna Emily
Treated all the robots the same way he did his own children
Caring and understanding but had a short temper and lacked patience, especially when under a lot of stress
Extremely talented in robotics, excelling in them from an early age. He could make anything look lifelike and real.
Preferred the comfort of his garage workshop over really showing his face
Donna Fitzgerald:
Big and poofy dark hair, dark eyes, high-waisted acid-wash jeans, pink wool turtleneck
Mother of Charlotte and Samuel Emily. Spouse of Henry Emily.
Strong-willed and very loud about her opinions on things.
Very supportive of Henry’s passion with robotics even if the whole topic gave her headaches when she attempted to wrap her brain around the concept
Charlotte “Charlie” Emily:
Denim overalls decorated with marker drawings of flowers, green striped tshirt, green wrist band, untamable brown hair pulled into two high pigtails
Born June 26th, 1978. Died April 5th, 1983
The younger of the Emily children
Extremely empathetic and caring, always went out of her way to care for children smaller than her, wanting them to feel loved and accepted
She was never afraid to get dirty, she always colored outside of the lines on purpose, she wanted to do the daring and unexpected.
Carried around a porcelain doll that was styled like a black and white jester
Her robotic counterpart was the spitting image of the real one
Robotic Charlie was much more sensitive and much more analytical of the world around her
Samuel “Sammy” Jeremy Emily/ Jeremy Fitzgerald:
Born June 24th, 1970. Bitten by Mangle October 7th, 1987
The older of the Emily children
He was always a very gifted child, excelling in mathematics from a very young age, but hit gifted kid burnout by the time he hit highschool
Never had much of an interest in robotics
Patient and gentle, he preferred to keep to himself and would often seek out quiet places he could be alone
Jennifer “Aunt Jen/Jenny” Emily:
Older sister of Henry Emily
Always had an interest in robotics and passed her skills on to her baby brother
Fiercely loyal to family she would do anything she could to protect them and keep them happy, especially Henry since he was the only family she really had left
She was strong-willed, even in her younger years, and able to hold her own very well
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Before the Bite
Michelle “Mitchie” Peters:
Spiky short brown hair, green t shirt, blue boy shorts, green sweatbands
Bear mask bully
Older sister to Gabriel Peters
Died July 4th,1985
Michael’s closest childhood friend
A tomboy, closet case, and had a major superiority complex or at least pretended to have one
Called the Mama Bear of the group due to her caring deeply for her friends but aggressiveness towards everyone else
David “Davie” Kennedy:
Wavy black hair, red polo shirt with a popped collar, blue bunny mask
Bigger kid and designated meat shield of the group.
Willing to defend his friends to his dying breath.
Inside, he had a soft core. He was the one who would check on each of them, asking if they were ok and if they needed help. His soft core often got him teased by his friends but it never stopped him from wanting to make sure they were always safe
Bunny mask bully, Technician at Circus Baby’s Pizza World and Party Rentals
Christopher “Chris” Houghton:
Short curly dark hair, long sleeve blue shirt
Chicken mask bully
Never left the arcade, living that sweet gamer life
Liked to run his mouth and always needed to have the last word
Vanessa “Nessa/Ness” Abernathy
Dark hair, rainbow clip extensions, dark eyes
Born December 24th, 1970.
Knew Michael in school, had a crush on him, he was the first one to ever call her Ness and the only one she ever let call her that
Took a robotics class because of him and also got really into coding
Influenced by William and eventually taken completely under his control. She was his eyes and ears in the outside world. Talks to him through the Spring Bonnie plush when non-possessed
Poses as Mike’s therapist to keep an eye on him for William
Matthew “Matt” Griffiths
Older man though no one was sure how old he actually is or if he can even die, choppy hair, thick rimmed glasses
Phone guy
Dayshift worker/ Training Manager at Fredbear’s Family Diner, General Manager of the first Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria
Loyal to the company but also put his own well being and safety before anyone else’s
Would not stick his neck out for anybody on his own
Blunt and standoffish, sometimes considered rude though he was never rude to customers or kids
One of Afton’s first “puppets”
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Party of 1985
Susan “Susie” Waylar:
Messy golden blonde curls, blue eyes, pink shirt, bedazzled jeans
Older sister of Samantha Waylar
Best friends with Gabriel Peters
Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Chica
Extremely energetic and always told she should settle and be quieter like her sister
Despite being super messy, constantly having gunk in her hair and under her nails, she had an unnatural ability to always keep her dresses clean
Gabriel “Gabe” Peters:
Straight light brown hair, striped shirt beneath denim overalls, missing front tooth
Younger brother of Mitchie Peters
Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Freddy Fazbear
Stood up for the smaller kids whenever possible
Energetic, never able to settle, and outgoing. Impossible to ever see him not smiling
He was clumsy and always getting hurt accidently.
Best friends with Susie Waylar
Cassidy “Dee-Dee” Richards:
Dark hair always pulled into two uneven pigtails, always wearing yellow
Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Golden Freddy
Pulled a lot of pranks, some lighthearted, some not so much.
Threw tantrums to get what she wanted.
Always wanting to be first, always wanting to come out ahead, always
Jeremy Velasquez:
Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Bonnie
A generally shy kid who’s loud and energetic around his friends
Started growing out of Freddy’s pretty early on
Susie felt bad for him and invited him to hang out with her and Gabe
Frederick “Fritz” Parker:
Messy auburn hair, pastel pink polo shirt
Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Foxy
Aggressive and rude, rather abrasive and destructive
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Party of 1987
Pete Dinglewood:
Brown hair, red letterman jacket, backwards baseball cap, prosthetic hand and glass eye after being hit by a car and barely surviving.
Died October 4th, 1987. Stuffed into Foxy
Older brother of Charles “Chuck” Dinglewood
Always sticking gum under the tables in the party rooms
Alec Wilkins:
Blonde curly rocker mullet, sci-fi movie shirt with cut off sleeves, braces
Died October 4th, 1987. Stuffed into Freddy
Older brother of Hazel Wilkins
Could be rude at times, always got himself into trouble and pinned with the “problem child” title
Toby Billings:
Fluffy brown hair, mullet, reminds Michael of Cass, pullover sweatshirt with an athletic team’s logo on the front, always putting stuff in his mouth
Died October 4th, 1987. Stuffed into Bonnie
Younger brother of Connor Billings
Wanted to have the highest scores in the arcade
Cracks his knuckles when he’s lying or when he’s nervous which most people will loudly say is gross and annoying
Millicent “Millie” Fitzsimmons:
Dyed black hair always teased and pinned on one side, always wears a lot of black and intense black makeup
Died October 4th, 1987, stuffed into Chica
Best friends with Alec
Lives alone with her grandfather, who is sometimes hired by Fazbear’s or Afton Robotics to fix any minor technical malfunctions with the animatronics
Was there during the grand opening event of Circuse Baby’s when Elizabeth was killed in 1986
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Around Town
Connor Billings:
Brown hair, square face, very hyper and always laughing even if the joke isn’t funny
Phone dude
Older brother of Toby Billings
Became obsessed with the mysteries of the place after looking into the 1987 deaths more
Collected old remnants of the closed down restaurants.
Hired by Henry to find the stuff still haunted to put into Fazbear’s Frights, no questions asked
Lowkey scared of Michael saying, quote, “the guy just gives me bad vibes”
Samantha Waylar:
Older sister of Susie Waylar
Quieter, though who’s to say that equals maturity
Preferred to keep to herself and her books
She knew how to stand up for herself and was actually better at telling kids off than her sister was
Swear she loved Oliver more
Stanley Martinez:
Technician at Circus Baby’s Pizza World and Party Rentals
Was into tech most of his life.
Known to be a generally kind man, putting others and their well being before himself
He was never one to snoop around and would prefer staying out of other’s business
Clayton “Clay” Burke:
Father of Carlton Burke. Spouse of Betty Burke
Chief of police. Was a detective when the 5 murders happened, worked on the case.
Though he is at times a little air headed, he is very caring of those around him
Carlton Burke:
Ginger hair, dark clothing
Only son of Carlton and Betty Burke
Childhood friends of Charlie, John, and Jessica
Always the kind to crack jokes when the mood was down and laugh in the face of danger.
Art and theatre kid
John Aowyn:
Messy brown hair, white shirt, brown leather jacket
Childhood friend of Charlie, John and Carlton. Had a crush on Charlie
He was a writer and constantly lost in his own fantasy world that sometimes it was hard to pull him out of
Jessica Sinclair:
Shiny light brown hair, brown doe-eyes, always clean cut, fashionable clothing, contagious smile
Childhood friend of Charlie, John and Carlton
Fiercely loyal to her friends, and would do anything to protect them. She hated seeing them sad or hurt and was always there with bandaids and snacks the moment they needed her
Very perceptive and smart, she had a love of forensics and her friends would often put on mystery hunts just for her
Leslie Dunn:
Round face, light hair, police uniform
Police officer/ Detective
A bit blunt at times though not with the intention of being rude
A bit awkward at times
Jack Flores:
Younger man, greasy hair, bright eyes
Nightshift Security Guard at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria
Overly curious, couldn’t keep his nose out of other’s business
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Make You Believe (Ravjila) - Juniper
Summary: Manila works too many hours in an old diner, but it’s worth it when a customer catches her interest. That is, until she becomes involved with someone from Manila’s past. 10K.
Saturday mornings weren’t complete without at least three coffee stains and a vow to never look at another egg again.
It was nauseating and exhausting, but Manila wouldn’t trade the breakfast rush for the world. Or so she made the customers believe, with an artificial twinkle in her eye. The clank of metal spoons against porcelain cups, mixed with the grumbles of insufferable elderlies hidden behind newspapers, was a surefire way to light a flame under her ass and remind her that this was all a way to fund her dreams.
As miserable as it got, there were things she enjoyed, too. There were the regulars who always commented on how nice she looked, even when her mascara was smudged and her hair stuck up in six different directions. She liked seeing the lit up faces of little kids when she snuck them the last chocolate chip cookie when her manager wasn’t looking.
Royale’s was one of the oldest places to eat in town, and even through many renovations, it kept its’ charm. The bar was lined with red leather stools, matching the jukebox next to the front door. It was usually playing some old soulful hit, and Manila danced to the music during closing time as she mopped the black and white tiled floors. Classic metal Coca Cola signs adorned the walls, beside framed photos of the diner hitting milestones throughout the years. The kitchen was in the back, and Manila pinned orders to clotheslines, picking up prepared plates through a small window.
Even though half the time it was covered in syrup, she loved her uniform. She and the other girls all sported the same dress, each in a different color. Manila’s was mint with pale, yellow accents and it suited her well, in her humble opinion. It was part of what had drawn her to apply two years prior, and she still felt a little giddy when she saw them all in a line, like a pretty, vintage rainbow.
Carmen always stayed at the register, in burnt orange, blowing bubbles and batting her eyelashes. Her pretty face was supposed to be the first and last thing the customers saw, as to coax them into returning. A girl like Carmen was one that you didn’t forget.
Shangie was a vision in red, but you always heard her about five minutes before you saw her. She and a purple-clad Juju always kept the customers engaged and entertained. They had big laughs, and even bigger personalities. They kept Manila’s spirits up when she was in the tail-end of a nine hour shift, dirty mouths getting them in trouble on more than one occasion.
Their senior manager was named George, and more often than not, he treated the girls rottenly. If he did have a soft spot for them, he had a funny way of showing it.
Pancakes and sausages turned into burgers and fries as the time on the clock drilled on, and sometimes she didn’t even notice she had sat on an open mustard packet until she got home. But despite the headaches, Royale’s was like a second home to Manila.
They’d have to start getting ready for lunch soon, Manila thought, as she restocked sugar packets. Juju nudged her in the side, and put her mouth right up to her ear, much too close for comfort.
“Hottie alert,” she whispered. “Check out the girl in Shangela’s section.”
She was in a booth across the diner, with a menu blocking out her face. Manila could make out a long, silvery ponytail. The girl was wearing black leather shorts, and dark legs shot out, seeming to extend for miles. She was clearly a stranger to Royale’s.
This was a mystery, and Manila was interested in getting a closer look to see if Juju was onto something.
“Just take her,” her coworker urged. “Shangela is off giving her hourly halleloo to some undeserving victim.”
Manila nodded and straightened out her apron before emerging from behind the bar. She strolled over, white tennis shoes still retaining some squeak.
“Hi, I’m Manila, and I’ll be your server today,” she said, always finding a way to make it sound overly-chipper. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”
The girl closed her menu and smiled up at her. If it wasn’t a process forever programmed into the depths of Manila’s brain, she may have faltered.
She had big, brown eyes and a pretty smile. Manila was a little jealous of how the light hit her face, her cheekbones glittering excellently. The fluorescent lighting always made her look a little tired, yet the girl in front of her made her feel wide awake.
“Hey! How’s the coffee?”
Her voice was intriguingly deep, and when she talked her head quirked slightly to the left, causing her earrings to swing.
“Fresh, if that’s what you’re asking,” Manila replied. “But I’m supposed to say it’s delicious.”
The girl giggled into her palm, and while her eyes were shut, Manila snuck a glance back at Juju, who was shooting her an unsubtle thumbs-up. Manila made a mental note to smack her with a menu later.
“I’ll take your word for it, then. Do you guys have like a bagel or something?”
“Well, breakfast is over, but there’s one of my blueberry muffins in the back. If you want it, it’s yours.”
The girl smiled again, and Manila had to resist the urge to audibly thank her lucky stars that her curls were looking right today, and that her new coconut perfume was still lingering.
“You’re an angel.”
When she brought out her order, the girl looked at her with wide eyes as she was chewing on the muffin. Manila laughed as she poured the steaming beverage into her cup.
“You really made this? You’re amazing.”
“I’m alright,” Manila said. “It’s just a hobby of mine, and my manager lets me sell some of my creations. Baking is a good way to relieve stress, you know.”
“For you, maybe,” she replied, tearing open a sugar packet, letting the white granules trickle out. “The kitchen is the last place you’ll find me. I’d burn the whole place down.”
Manila didn’t believe her, but the thought was amusing.
Her name was Raja, she later found out from Carmen, who had snuck a glance at her debit card. Say what you want about the pretty ones; Carmen had an eye for detail.
After she’d gone, and Manila went to collect her tip, she noticed a napkin stuck under the salt shaker. It had been drawn on, in pen. An impressive illustration of the Gemini symbol, guarded by twin pairs of eyes. She folded the napkin and stuck it in her apron pocket.
Raja came back almost a week later, this time around mid-afternoon. Shangie begrudgingly handed Juju a dollar.
“I saw the way she looked at you,” she gloated, sticking the bill in her bra. “I knew she’d be back.”
After Raja had placed her order, Manila was pretending to wipe down the counters as she watched her aggressively type things into her phone. Every few minutes she’d let out a hefty sigh, and eventually, she gave up in favor of staring out the window.
“Waiting for someone, honey?”
Raja looked slightly relieved to see her, but the remaining pout was adorable. Her thin frame was swallowed by a very large denim jacket, littered with buttons and patches, and her hair was only half up. Manila felt like a kitten drawn to a particularly attractive bundle of yarn; she had to resist the urge to reach out and play with it.
“Not hardly. I’m trying to draw these lilies,” she sighed, gesturing to the sketchbook on the table in front of her. “But they look like shit, and I can’t figure out why.”
Manila looked at the page for a moment, humming in thought. She took the pencil stuck behind her ear and vigorously erased.
“You need to shade the edges a bit more here, and curve these lines. It would look a lot better if the petals weren’t so straight. Not even flowers are perfect.”
When she didn’t get a response, she looked up. Raja was wearing a curious smile.
The visits became more frequent, and on the sixth, she showed up during Manila’s lunch break. She spent her time off the clock in the booth with her, and they doodled on the back of the kid menus with crayons. Every now and then, Manila looked to the clock, and spotted Carmen watching them with a sweet smile.
“So how come I’ve never seen you around until recently?”
“I just moved to town,” Raja said, working a red Crayola over the paper. “I wanted a change of pace. This place is really charming.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Manila snorted. “There’s absolutely nothing to do here. Everything about this town is so boring.”
“I wouldn’t say everything.”
Manila smiled.
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Raja rarely came in empty handed. First, it was the sketch pads, then the books of poetry, and the fashion magazines. She was incredibly stylish, and Manila could swear that Raja modeled all the latest trends three weeks before they hit the stores.
They giggled and gossiped, flirted and fawned. If Manila conveniently forgot to add something to Raja’s bill, Carmen didn’t bring it up. When Manila found her tip folded into an origami heart, she held it close to her own.
“She’s got it bad, ladies,” Shangela announced. “Look at her! A total love fool.”
The girls were closing up, with Manila mopping the checkered floor, a cheesy grin on her face.
“Don’t be jealous, honey. Green’s not your color.”
“Listen to this shit,” Juju laughed, nudging Carmen. “It’s just a game of chase! It’s been months and you guys haven’t fucked once.”
“Jujubee! What have I told you about the language?”
Their manager pushed through the swinging door, looking cross. Carmen tried to hide her laughter from behind the dollar bills she was counting.
“Sorry, George,” she sheepishly mumbled.
He sighed heavily, placing his hands on his hips. The air conditioning blew the few hairs in his combover up and down lightly. His eyes looked tired, fatigued by too many years of working too many underappreciated shifts. The girls often wondered how his wife dealt with his hot temper and gloomy outlook. If there was a time when he could keep up an act of happiness out of customer company, it was long gone.
“What am I gonna do with you girls? Always too busy talking to get anything done. Luzon!”
Manila squeaked in acknowledgement.
“Hurry up, you should be done with those floors by now. Especially considering that the dinner rush was pretty slow,” he grunted. “Make sure you clock out on time. If I catch you trying to sneak in overtime again, you’re on suspension.”
“Yes, sir.”
Manila stuck her tongue out at his back as he returned to his office. Juju groaned loudly once he was out of sight.
“God, what a dick,” she huffed, sending the other three into a laughing fit.
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“But, Carmen,” Manila whined. “We’re never both off on Friday nights!”
Carmen was focused on the roll of quarters she was unwrapping.
“Girl, I love you, but I love my man, too. I can’t bail. Next time, I promise.”
Juju and Shangela had just come back from break, and were failing to pretend to look busy. It was pitifully slow, only a matter of time before George sent at least one of them home for the day.
“How about you spend your time off with someone else,” Shangie hinted.
Manila bit her lip and glanced over to Raja, who just happened to look up at the same time. She waved happily, and Manila beamed.
Juju tossed her a small towel to dry off the clean dishes with.
“Bitch, if you don’t ask her out in the next five minutes, I’m stealing her away.”
“Good luck with that,” Manila snorted.
“Damn! That was so shady, did you two hear that?”
“Seriously,” Carmen interjected. “The girl is obviously crazy about you, Manila. You need to make a move before she finds someone else.”
“Okay, okay!” She exclaimed, holding her hands up in defense. “I’ll…I’ll do it today. I’ll ask her out, alright? I just have to figure out what to say.”
It was then that the bell chimed, and a customer walked through the door.
“Welcome to Royale’s!” Shangela greeted. “Feel free to seat yourself.”
The girl stayed by the door, on the phone, but offered a polite nod.
“Oh, shit.”
“No way.”
“What?” Shangela turned to see her coworkers with sour expressions. Manila looked particularly disturbed.
“What the hell is she doing here? She hasn’t come in once since I got hired.”
“You got beef with that girl, Manila?”
She had bleached beachy waves, hitting just below her chin. Her makeup was exquisite, and it reminded Manila of something you’d see with a million likes on Instagram. Her manicured fingers clung onto the strap of her designer bag. Even from behind the counter, she could see her piercing eyes, matching her intense aura so well.
Raven was even more beautiful than she remembered.
“Leave it to Manila to be exes with the bitchiest girl from high school,” Carmen whispered harshly.
They were huddled now, trying not to stare. Despite the music from the jukebox, Manila could make out the faint sound of her laughter. She tapped her foot in annoyance, trying not to squeeze the glass in her hand too hard.
“Come on, she’s not that bad,” Juju protested, causing Carmen to roll her eyes. “She can actually be really sweet. Sorry, ‘Nila.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure she has to have at least one face that’s lovely.”
The forgotten girl coughed to get their attention.
“Okay, will someone please fill Shangie in on what’s happening, y’all?”
“Basically,” Carmen started, spitting her gum into a scrap piece of receipt paper. “That girl, Raven, was Manila’s BFF. For, like, ever. Hormones and shit happen, and our girl here falls for her, or whatever. Everything works out, and they start moving in the direction of a relationship. Then, at my Halloween party senior year, they finally hook up. Suddenly, that was the end of it. Raven dropped her, both as a girlfriend and a best friend. Never even gave an explanation.”
“Oh,” Shangela replied awkwardly.
Manila flushed, the memories rushing back to her. People moved to the pounding bass in Carmen’s living room, beer sloshing in plastic cups. The night was cool, but the mood was heated. She was dressed as Audrey Hepburn, classic Breakfast at Tiffany’s get-up, and Raven made a stellar Catwoman. They couldn’t get their hands off each other all night, before finally sneaking off.
She’d never been with a girl before, much less her best friend. Carmen had given her plenty of advice, but Manila was still incredibly nervous. Everything was sweet, tasting like smoke and illegal alcohol. Her hands trembled as she touched Raven’s body, feeling shaken by the purr she released into her ear.
The costumes came off, and the clouds parted, allowing moonlight to creep in through the window. With Raven’s naked, sweaty body on top of her, she began to panic. It was the part she never told Carmen or Juju, or anyone.
Her breathing became irregular, and she began to cry, burying her face in her hands. Her best friend immediately pulled off of her, and brought her close, hugging her gently. She soothed her, whispering sweet affirmations into her hair.
It was the realizations. That yes, this was really it. She was a lesbian, and she’d have to tell her parents and face that the world would feel like it deserved some explanation, as if it were entitled to her heart. This was her virginity, and she was losing it to her best friend. If she messed this up, she’d be losing the person most important to her.
Raven promised that it was okay, she wasn’t angry. Swore that she hadn’t ruined anything. They fell asleep together, covered in nothing but a sheet.
When Manila woke up with a ringing in her ears, she stretched, noting that the bed felt extremely spacious. She pried her eyes open; she was alone.
That was the last she ever heard from Raven. Texts went ignored, and she was avoided in the halls. It was a heartbreak like no other, to lose your best friend and the person you harbored feelings for in the same night. She spent many nights crying, watching the seconds tick by on the clocks in class, every minute dragging by so slowly. Her heart was so heavy, and she felt so alone.
Now, Manila shook her head, attempting to leave the dark period behind her. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder why Raven would randomly show up at Royale’s four years after graduation. Was she finally ready to make amends? Did Manila even want that?
“So, you mean to tell me you kissed those lips?” Shangela inquired.
“About five sets of injections ago,” she laughed ostentatiously. Bitterness was easier than sadness.
Carmen joked that there was nothing wrong with a little enhancement, “and really, the bitch could stand a heart transplant”.
“Come on, Car, it was years ago,” Juju groaned. “Can’t we all put it behind us?”
“I take it you’re still buddies with her,” Shangie said. Jujubee looked at the floor.
“You bet,” Carmen said. “Way to be a support system, J.”
“We’re 22 years old. I’m not going to pick teams over something that happened in high school. She didn’t break up with me.”
Finally, Raven hung up her cell, and moved towards a booth, right past the four observing waitresses.
When she slid into Raja’s booth, Juju grabbed Manila’s wrist so fast that she almost dropped the glass.
“Oh, my God. What the hell?”
There was a collective gasp as the four saw Raja and Raven exchange pleasantries, smiles on both faces. Manila felt dizzy.
“What the fuck? What are the odds?” Carmen asked, clearly stunned.
Six different forms of jealousy were taking hold of Manila’s mind, and she could barely see straight. Not only was it unnerving to see her ex-best friend turned ex-lover, but here she was, on a date with the girl Manila had been crazy about for months.
As soon as Raja excused herself to go to the restroom, Manila sped over. She never mustered up the courage to confront Raven during high school, but all of the anger was finally bubbling to the surface, pushing her closer and closer to that booth.
She set down a glass of lemonade rather roughly, causing the ice to loudly shuffle.
Raven looked up, and her face showed a flicker of shock before regaining composure.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Manila spat.
“Nice to see you, too,” she replied evenly.
“Save it, Raven. You don’t come here. You never come here. What’s the deal?”
“There’s no agenda, Manila. I didn’t even know you still worked here,” she sighed.
“Why did you come with Raja?”
“Raja? I wasn’t aware you knew each other. She asked me out, and mentioned this was her favorite place…” her voice trailed off, realization sneaking in. Something ignited in Raven’s eye as she placed her elbow on the table, chin resting in palm. “You like her.”
“No, I don’t,” Manila quickly argued. Her vision honed in on the mole right beneath Raven’s eye, and she was bombarded by confusing feelings and the scent of the same perfume from years past. She gripped the skirt of her dress, knuckles white.
“You do!” She laughed. “How cute. Sorry, Luzon. What do they say, all’s fair in love and war?”
Manila spun on her heel to refrain from saying something that would surely warrant a complaint to management.
When Raja returned, Shangela came to take their order.
“Um, ma’am, what happened to our other waitress?” She frowned. Raven said nothing, stirring her straw.
“She was moved to another section. It happens. Don’t worry, I’ll help you out for the rest of your visit!”
Raja spent half the meal looking distracted, absent-mindedly poking at her salad with her fork. Raven was growing slightly annoyed, as she could tell where the other girl’s gaze kept drifting off to.
“Earth to Raja.”
She looked up and smiled apologetically.
“Sorry! God, I’m being rude,” she said. “How’s the lemonade? I’ve never tried it.”
Raven faltered for a moment, looking down at her glass. She’d been sipping on it the whole time, never realizing that she hadn’t even ordered it.
“Um, it’s my favorite,” she said softly. Raja sighed.
“I was just thinking about our waitress. Why she switched, I mean.”
While she adored her, Raven was growing increasingly curious about the strange love triangle she’d managed to wind up in. Over the past few weeks since they’d met, they learned so much about each other, but she’d never once mentioned Manila. She suspected the lack of communication was a bigger problem than Raja thought.
“Well, I for one enjoy Miss Shangela,” she said, lifting a fry to her mouth. “I think she’s fun. Halleloo!”
“Lord knows you’re hard to impress,” Raja joked. “It’s just…the other girl, she’s always my waitress. We’re pretty good friends…we have so many things in common. I wonder if I pissed her off or something.”
If Raven hadn’t spent years perfecting her poker face, her distaste would be apparent. It would be her luck to find a beautiful girl to catch her attention, only to discover that she was tangled up with Manila Luzon, of all people.
“Maybe she’s jealous.”
Raja seemed to consider the thought for a moment.
“I don’t know, probably not. I used to think she liked me…but she never said anything. God, this is horrible date talk. I’m so sorry.”
“You’re right, you are horrible. I think you owe me a milkshake for all this grief.”
Raja exhaled and took her hand. So, there was something unspoken between the two. Typically, she wouldn’t tangle herself up in these kinds of messes.
But something about Raja’s glittering eyes told her to stay. If she played her cards right, nothing ever had to come of their little crushes.
–
Manila let the cool water run over her hands as she scratched at the goopy spots of syrup, always managing to catch rogue fuzz and dust bunnies. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror above the sink, and scrunched her nose. The good concealer was getting its use today, paired with several coats of mascara to make her look semi-alert.
Her Friday night was spent getting wine drunk on the couch, cursing at Titanic on her television screen. She sobbed loudly, pounding her pillow. It was essential emotional release, she told herself, ignoring the fact that she would have to open the next morning.
She had spent half of the morning rush with her apron turned inside out, moving from table to table in a groggy daze, only delivering their breakfasts by the sheer force of muscle memory.
When George swept by, telling her to smile, she flashed her teeth with dead eyes. He’d be back in five minutes for his coffee, and she seriously considered spitting in it.
Manila peered through the circular window in the swinging door. Since her very first visit, Raja had not missed a Saturday morning at Royale’s, yet now, her booth remained unoccupied. Manila had braced herself, but still felt disappointment. She had something else, now. Someone else.
Drying her hands on her apron, she bumped the door open with her hip. Carmen was catching up with the regulars, handing them individually wrapped toothpicks. All the men always hung around the register a little too long, unable to get enough of her.
A set of nails tapped on the counter, and Manila turned her attention to them with a smile.
“Um, hi.”
It was Raja, perched on one of the stools, looking nervous. Her cheeks were pink, and she had a small package in front of her. There was one of her little doodles on the side, a cartoonish pineapple with a smiling face.
When Shangela bussed their table, Manila asked for the drawing left under the salt shaker, but all the napkins had was excess lipstick and grease spots.
“I’m not much of a chef, but I tried my hand at baking last night,” she offered. “They’re brownies. For your break.”
Manila didn’t know what to say. What was this? A peace offering? A “sorry I led you on and ended up with your ex” gift? She could practically hear Raven’s gloating laughter.
“Thanks,” was her awkward response.
They looked at each other for a few moments, neither wanting to be the first to say something.
“Um, so,” Manila started.
“I’ll cut right to it. I hate conflict, Manila. What did I do to make you ditch me yesterday?”
“What?” Manila blinked. “Um, nothing. Nothing, you’re fine. George just comes in and rezones us every so often, to make sure we’re not stealing tables from the other girls.”
She was lying, and prayed it wasn’t obvious. Truthfully, Manila had never even bothered to ask Raja to move out of Shangela’s section, and George hadn’t noticed yet.
The fact was that she couldn’t bear to look at Raven a second longer. This was not the reunion she had spent so many years daydreaming about. She was supposed to show up with flowers, grovel at Manila’s feet for forgiveness. Not show up with the same icy attitude and steal her crush away. Rejection from Raja would have been miserable enough, but she could have survived. However, she refused to torture herself by bringing burgers to the happy couple, sharing everything she’d always wanted.
She was feeling nostalgic in the worst of ways, and it sent her into a vicious cycle of emotion, alternating between feeling pissed off and devastated. She had spent the rest of their date spritzing the windows with glass cleaner, wiping aggressive circles into the panes to try and wash away the reflection.
Raja seemed to buy it, judging by the smile on her face.
“Oh, good. I was worried that you were mad at me.”
Manila felt a tug on her heart. Her misery wasn’t Raja’s fault. She hadn’t acted quick enough, and as far as she knew, Raven hadn’t revealed their past. She still cared for Raja, and even if it would take some getting used to, she wasn’t ready to let go of that pretty face.
“I couldn’t be mad at you if I tried,” she admitted.
“Good, because I’d miss you too much,” Raja said. “You make me believe that all of my artistic whims are worth something.” All she could do was smile.
“Go on, try one,” she urged, and Manila unboxed the treats with a giggle. Lifting one of the brownies to her lips, she noticed Raja intensely watching her bite into the chocolate.
“A little dry,” she admitted after a minute. Raja faked offense, grabbing her heart dramatically.
“Maybe you could instruct me sometime, Master Chef Manila.”
Some of the pressure was alleviated from her chest. They spoke easily, like nothing had changed. Maybe it hadn’t. The little devil on Manila’s shoulder brought its’ razor-sharp teeth up to her ear.
One little date didn’t mean anything. She could still have Raja.
–
A few days later, Manila was brushing her teeth when she received a text from Shangela.
Be prepared. They’re here. – Shangie
It sounded overly ominous, but Manila knew her friends were taking this just as seriously as she was. She had to remember to thank them later.
If Manila was going to win Raja’s affection, she needed to commit and pull out all the stops. She dug through her drawers, and pulled out her fanciest push-up bra, the red one with the black lace. Caught around one of the hooks were the matching underwear, and she opted for them as well.
She’d never gotten around to trashing the old uniform that had shrunk a bit in the wash. She pulled the green dress over her head, and felt satisfied when she saw how short the skirt had become.
When she clocked in, Shangie hurriedly fastened a few more buttons on her collar.
“Okay, Miss Thing, you’ve been hanging out with Carmen too much. We’re going for sexy, not desperate.”
Manila still felt a slight tickle in her throat from the fumes of the hairspray she’d worked over her curls. They were thick and bouncy, and her plan seemed to be coming to fruition.
Not only would she be piquing Raja’s interest, but she’d be showing Raven just what she had walked out on. She looked good, and refused to go ignored.
“I got their drinks, but they haven’t ordered yet,” Shangie whispered. They were spying from behind the counter, and for a moment, Manila had her doubts.
Raja looked extremely happy. She was speaking animatedly, using her hands to help her tell the story, and Raven watched her intently, a real smile tugging on the edges of her lips. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about. It took a lot for Raven to open up, Manila knew that better than anyone. From the looks of it, they were getting to know each other well.
“Maybe this is a mistake,” she pouted. “I mean, what if she has a real connection with Raven?”
“So did you,” Carmen snapped, and Manila flinched at her words. “If you care about Raja, are you really going to stand by and let her get hurt like you did?”
Taking a deep breath, she strutted over to their table, swinging her hips. When Raja spotted her, she stopped mid-sentence.
“Hey, ladies. Have we decided?”
Manila was talking to Raja, of course, who looked up with those sparkly eyes.
“I finally managed to get through the brownies you baked for me,” she said, with a slight edge.
“Made with love.” Her heart skipped a beat.
“We both want the special,” Raven interrupted. Manila coolly looked at her, though Raja’s gaze did not move. Raven’s eyes were narrowed, and Manila felt a rush of adrenaline rip through her chest. There was an electricity present, a challenge. She definitely knew what Manila was up to.
“Right,” she said, jotting it down on her pad. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
Raven’s appetite was quickly diminishing as she saw Raja continue to sneak glances at Manila.
George emerged from the back and had to do a double take when he passed Manila.
“Luzon? Your uniform is looking a bit on the snug side,” he started. “If you’re getting bigger, you need to let me know so I can put in an order for some new ones.”
“What an awful thing to say, Georgie,” Carmen mewled. She was distracting him, and Manila was grateful. She couldn’t let him shake her focus. “I think she looks beautiful. I wish I had Manila’s figure…”
He relented, a goofy smile creeping up on his face. Out of the corner of her eye, Manila could see Shangela gagging. No one was safe from the Carmen Carrera charm.
“Oh, come on, Carmen,” he said. “You have such a nice little body.” She flashed her teeth, twirling a caramel strand around her tanned finger. Manila cleared her throat, causing George to jump.
“Just a little laundry mishap, sir,” she said, smile strained. “Won’t happen again.”
Shangie grunted in disapproval once he’d gone. “He’s getting to you,” she said to Manila. “I’m too tiny to hold you back if you go berserk on him.”
“Whatever, he’s an asshole. That doesn’t matter now.”
“We have a development, ladies,” Carmen called, nodding over to the jukebox, where Raven was sliding several quarters into the slot. They could only see the back of her head, and Manila thought back to when that hair was long and dark. She didn’t even know her anymore.
The machine whirred as it filtered through the disks, before finally settling on the track she’d picked. As the opening chords played over the speakers, Manila saw her blow a kiss over to Raja. She was clutching her heart and smiling wide. As she walked back to her, Raven shot Manila a wink, and Shangie had to pinch her to keep her from cursing.
“That’s the song that was playing when they first met,” Juju said as she joined the others, wiping leftover crumbs from her lips.
“What? How do you know that?”
Carmen rolled her eyes and licked a napkin before scrubbing Juju’s cheek. “You could at least check yourself in the mirror before coming back from break,” she scolded. “And I told you guys, she’s a rat. Raven told her.”
Manila enveloped the tiny girl in a hug, much to the surprise of the others.
“J, this is perfect,” she grinned diabolically. “You have to tell us everything you know.”
“I’m not going to be your mole, Manila,” she protested, but with three sets of expectant eyes on her, she sighed uncomfortably.
They’d met at the gym, in the evening Zumba class they both attended twice a week. Raven watched her long, gray ponytail bounce, and tried desperately to listen to the instructor. It was hard to follow directions, when a beautiful girl was squatting in front of her in sinfully tight yoga pants. She never noticed Raven, until one day she did. And every day after that.
She’d accidentally mopped Raven’s water bottle, chugging its’ contents before realizing it wasn’t hers. Under normal circumstances, she would have gone off on anyone who dared to touch her things, but the girl’s genuine nature left her speechless. She apologized profusely, grabbing Raven’s hand. Their fingers sparked an electric shock, and she nearly pulled away.
As the other girls all moved back into place, they stood there, staring at each other. Sweat was dripping down Raven’s back, and the upbeat song was in time with her heartbeat.
“My name is Raja,” she panted. “My water is in my bag, still. I can grab it.”
Raven simply shook her head, trying so hard to keep from smiling that it made her cheeks ache.
“Raven,” she said softly. “No need. We’re almost done, anyway. You can owe me something later.”
The next class, Raja stood next to Raven, who was stretching while she waited for the instructor to pick out a playlist. They giggled as the got tripped up on steps, and Raja’s long limbs almost knocked her out several times. Somehow, they wound up parked next door each other, and stood talking by their cars for an hour afterwards, letting the breeze cool their heated skin.
A week later, Raven was sitting on the ground, trying to touch her toes. She always needed to stretch a bit after class was over, or she felt a bit worse the next day. Raja was kneeling beside her, tying her shoe, when she lost balance and toppled over on top of her.
Raja had one arm pinned over her side, still reeling. Their faces were just inches apart, and the tension was palpable. If Raven didn’t crack a joke now, she might lose her composure.
“If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask,” she smirked. Raja’s face was flushed, but whether it was from the workout or their position was unclear.
“Maybe I do,” she whispered huskily, dark eyes glancing down at Raven’s lips.
Overcome, Raven pulled herself out from under her and stood up, pulling down her tank top. She cleared her throat. The thought that Raja actually wanted her was surprising enough, but something stirred in her tiny, black heart when she realized that it didn’t matter that she was a bare-faced, sweaty mess. Raja’s eyes were true.
“Come on, get up,” she urged, voice on the verge of cracking. “At least take a girl out to dinner first.”
“And that’s how they ended up coming here,” Juju finished.
“What did she say about me working here?” Manila pondered.
“She didn’t even mention you.”
“What a bitch.”
Carmen clicked her tongue and crossed her arms. The song had ended since Jujubee had started the story, but Raven and Raja were still laughing loudly at their table.
“That’s like, a story to tell the grandkids,” Carmen pouted. “Okay, we have to move past playing it safe. If you really wanna get her attention, we need a plan of attack.”
Manila had to admit that Raven had gotten way farther than she had in just a few, short weeks.
She knew Raja, though. Knew things that you could only learn over the course of several months, with gained trust. They both had an artistic mentality, both knew how it was to grow up a Euro-Asian mix. What those family reunions were like, too much of this, not enough of that. They were both dreamers and doers. Creative creators.
They had shared laughter and tales of heartache, and Manila cursed herself for not being confident enough to just say something. There was something between them, she was positive.
A crash pulled Manila from her thoughts, and she saw the metal straw dispenser on the floor, plastic straws spread all over the tile.
“Jesus, Carmen, what the hell?”
“Wow, I’m such a klutz,” she responded, a little louder than necessary. “Manila, could you pick those up?”
The spark in her eyes allowed Manila to realize that Raven and Raja were watching her. If the only thing separating her and Raven was physical attraction, she’d turn it up a notch.
She came out from behind the counter and kneeled in front of the mess, acting oblivious. Luckily, they were the only ones in Shangie’s section, the target audience for the show.
Raven’s back was burning as she watched, twisting her body to the sight happening behind her. Manila was on all fours, gathering the straws. Instead of crawling toward it, she reached for a rogue one, her skirt riding up just enough to give them a peek at her panties. She parted her knees, sticking her ass higher in the air as she extended her arm, and there wasn’t much left for Raven to imagine.
Except for the way it might feel to pull that skirt all the way up and grab hold of those dark curls. To have Manila as her own little servant, kneeling by her feet, waiting patiently for a command. Obeying when she was ordered to make Raja feel good while she sat back and watched the two girls sigh into each other’s mouths…
Raven shook her head, and turned around. She couldn’t think this way about Manila, not anymore.
Apparently, she wasn’t the only effected party, as Raja was chewing on her lip, subconsciously squirming in her seat as she watched Manila.
She rose, throwing the contaminated plastic in the garbage, and placing the dispenser up on the counter. She moved to check on them, and the tension was palpable.
“Anything I can help you ladies with?”
Suddenly, the spell was broken, and Raven realized this was all intentional. She looked to Juju who quickly pretended to be working on the nozzles on the soda fountains.
So, Manila wanted a war. She wasn’t the only one who could play dirty.
From underneath the table, Raven placed a hand on Raja’s bare knee, tantalizing the skin with her nails. Raja jumped slightly, clearly unnerved.
“I’m suddenly very hungry for something else,” Raven growled, causing her date to swallow hard. “Come over to my place for desert?”
“Luzon!”
Manila felt her eyes roll to the back of her skull, but forced a faux smile as she turned around.
“Yes, George?”
“I’ve gotten several complaints that my customers do not want to see your ass when they are trying to eat. What has gotten into you?”
Her nerves were on fire. His voice was a harsh whisper, and she could feel curious eyes on them.
“It was just a problem with the washer, really-“
“Save it, Luzon. I’m not paying you to walk around acting like a slut,” he hissed. Manila’s face fell.
Her mouth was dry, and tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Carmen spoke up, trying to control the scene. “I think she gets it, George. Look, Nila, I have a spare dress in my car. You can put it on when my boyfriend brings it by, okay?” Manila nodded, arms crossed over her chest. George sighed heavily.
“Alright, fine. But if I hear any more complaints, it’s not gonna be good news.”
Carmen hugged her, Manila sniveling into her shoulder. They were startled by the sound of the register jutting open, and looked up to see Shangela handing Raja two Styrofoam containers. Raven walked over to them, grabbing a mint from the glass jar.
“Psst, sorry to see the show shut down,” Raven whispered. She tore the plastic, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “But nice try, Luzon.”
“Fuck off,” she spat back, trying to hide her watery eyes.
“Leave her alone, Raven. Haven’t you done enough?”
Her eyes narrowed, still working the spiraled candy between her fingers. “I don’t believe anyone asked for your input, Carmen.” She leaned forward, and before Manila knew it, Raven was slipping the mint between her lips. It was cool on her tongue, and Raven’s finger lingered a bit too long. “It seems to be the trend around here to meddle in other people’s business. Right, Juju?”
“I’m not entertaining this,” Jujubee huffed. “You’re both idiots.” It was then that Raja came over with the to-go boxes in hand.
“Ready to take off?” Raven asked, affectionately kissing her cheek.
“You’d know all about taking,” Manila muttered. Her eyes were strong now.
They were staring again, and Raja looked to the other waitresses for answers. Juju smiled awkwardly, but Carmen stood defensively by Manila’s side, looking ready to pounce.
“Um,” Raja cleared her throat. “Am I missing something?”
They all responded at once, with a resounding “no”.
–
Tomorrow was Manila’s day off, and it couldn’t have come any sooner. She was the last one left to close, and her aching feet were begging her to hurry and lock up.
For some, it was eerie to be alone in the diner late at night, but Manila relished the opportunity to work at her own pace. No one to distract her or dictate her actions, just her and the sound of the music.
She gave the counters a once-over, making sure every surface had been disinfected and everything had been put away in the back for the openers. The clock said that it was almost eleven, and she didn’t have much of a reason left to stay. She closed her eyes, letting the song fill her ears, lifting her to some far-away place, where things made sense. Where she was happy.
She felt hopeless. Why had she allowed herself to parade around as some fool, acting pathetic? Manila was engaged in a game of cat and mouse that no one else was playing. Was it really to make Raja like her? This wasn’t who she was, feeling more self-conscious as the day went by, receiving lingering gawks from men that didn’t even know her. She wasn’t a display piece, and when she realized that Raja was not an object either, she felt sick to her stomach for trying to steal her away.
It was deeper than that, and repressed hurt crept into her heart every time she thought about Raja leaving, going home to kisses and soft hands.
The same touch that was once everything to her.
Manila was on the outside looking in, and she reached out into the nothingness. No one could hear her. She was withering away.
She wondered just how much more Raven could take from her before she would wilt completely.
Her phone buzzed from her apron pocket, and she unlocked it to see Shangela saying goodnight to their group chat. Their display picture stood out at the top of her screen, the four girls all laughing, drinks in hand. If Manila was lonely, at least she wasn’t alone.
A knock startled Manila, and she squinted. The door was locked, thankfully, but her heart started to slow when she saw a familiar face crouch down and wave.
–
Raja leaned up against the fridge in Manila’s kitchen, head pressed to the cool steel.
This was Manila’s zone, and she watched her move swiftly, completely focused. The hour was late, but her eyes held determination as her hands worked expertly. It was the same kind of groove that they shared, a process taking over their body, using them as a vessel for creation.
Several dirtied dishes lined the countertops, and Raja couldn’t help but feel amused that she was doing much more observing than anything else.
“Let me help,” she said, taking the big bowl from Manila’s arm, prying her fingers off the wooden spoon. She continued working it through the mixture, watching the younger girl blink slowly, batting away exhaustion.
Raja should probably feel bad for suggesting a midnight baking lesson, but she was content with standing in the lowly-lit apartment, the shorter girl’s feet pattering on the floor as she maneuvered through the room. She was in a large t-shirt and jogging pants, with a lopsided ponytail on the top of her head. She placed a hand over Raja’s, and they stirred together.
“I’m going to put them in the oven,” she said a few minutes later. “Then go to the bathroom. You can wait in my room. You remember which door?”
Raja nodded, reluctantly leaving Manila to her own devices. She knew that once she’d gone, Manila would smooth out any wrinkles she had left in her routine. Her perfectionist attitude was as sweet as the sugar she used in her confections.
A single lamp illuminated Manila’s gray bedroom walls and purple bedding. There was a painting of lilacs hanging over the headboard, and Raja made note of the loopy signature in the corner of the canvas.
Her closet was open, and she admired the clothes. Being so used to seeing her in a uniform, it was surprising to see Manila’s style on display in front of her. There was definite taste.
At the bottom, amongst several pairs of shoes, was a fabric box holding a variety of art supplies. Raja reached down, pulling out a black leather-bound journal. She flipped through, but there were no pictures, only words.
It was an old diary.
Raja peered out into the hallway, making sure Manila wasn’t coming. What she was about to do was wrong, but she couldn’t squash her curiosity. She cracked the journal open to an entry around the center, and the top of the page was dated from over four years prior.
Sept. 17 –
We’re in the swing of things! Homecoming is right around the corner, and Juju and I are leading the committee. I’m pretty sure Carmen is going to be crowned queen. She says she doesn’t think so, but she’s probably lying. Her dress is super pretty. It’s totally revealing, typical Carmen.
Raja sighed. She still felt guilty, but at least she hadn’t uncovered anything too deep. This was a standard account of high school life. She recognized the names of the other waitresses, and felt it was lovely that the girls were still friends. She flipped through a few more pages.
Oct. 12 –
Who do you turn to when you need to reveal the biggest secret of your life, but it turns out that it’s about your best friend? Carmen can’t keep a secret, and Juju is just too close to her. I guess that’s why I have this diary. I can’t feel my hands when she’s around, and all of a sudden I can’t joke like I used to. I even skipped English yesterday because I was too nervous to see her. I thought this would pass, but it feels like every time we’re together it gets stronger. It’s eating me alive. Should I tell her? What if I ruin everything?
Oct. 30 –
Carmen’s party is tonight! Of course, her parents are out of town, and some guys with fakes bought us a bunch of booze. I’m pretty pleased with my costume, but I’m more excited to spend the night with my girlfriend. Can you believe I just wrote that? Girlfriend! I think it’s gonna be a special night.
P.S. – I think my sister knows I’m seeing someone, but if I tell her, she’ll rat me out to Mom. I mean, what would they say if they knew it was Raven?
The toilet flushed, and she barely managed to shove the journal back in its box and stand up before Manila came walking in, a sleepy smile on her face.
“Hey,” she said. “We can go check on them in a few minutes. I’ll even let you stick the toothpicks in.”
Raja acted as calmly as she could, but her heart was racing. Manila was talking about some video she’d seen on Facebook, but she couldn’t focus on anything except what she’d just read.
Raven? And Manila?
Honestly, she’d had her suspicions, but to actually see it in writing was a shock. How could neither of them say anything?
“Raja?”
She blinked, and looked over to Manila, who was sitting on the bed with a concerned expression.
“Sorry, what?”
“I asked if you wanted to stay the night,” she said shyly. “I mean, it’s pretty late.”
She needed time to think, to figure out what to do. As if she wasn’t already confused enough, there was now a whole new layer to the situation. But she couldn’t exactly get mad at Manila without exposing herself.
“Sure.”
They ate cookies and sipped on wine, and before Raja knew it, she had completely forgotten about Manila’s diary. Somehow, she’d ended up nestled against Raja’s side, laughing about a story from work. It was comfortable, being under the covers together.
Manila was desperately fighting sleep, and she wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Raj?”
“Mmm.”
“Will you still be here when I wake up?”
Raja shifted to look down at the smaller girl. Her sad eyes looked heavy, and she was tracing circles into Raja’s sleeve. She took her hand and kissed it.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course. I’m not going anywhere.”
As her eyes flittered shut, Raja wondered just what the hell she had gotten herself into.
–
The sound of chewing through the speaker of Raven’s phone was irritating enough to give an aspirin a headache. Still, she pressed on.
“I could pretend to get food poisoning,” she mused, admiring her manicure. “Bonus points if it’s Luzon’s cooking. Then I could convince Raja to never go back.”
“Are you sure you’re that convincing of an actress?”
She frowned. From her bedroom window, she could see a pair of black butterflies dancing around the flowers in her garden, scaling the trellis, careful not to wake the dormant morning glories. Raven wondered if it was a sign. Probably not.
“Maybe I won’t have to act. Is there anything you can use to, like, spike our food?”
“Jesus, Rave! Listen to yourself,” Juju groaned over the line. “You two are acting like children. Have you considered just asking Raja which one of you she wants?”
Truthfully, she had contemplated it, but she was afraid of the answer. When Raja wasn’t answering her phone, Raven knew exactly where she was. They were in too deep.
“I didn’t start this,” she sneered, deflecting the question. Jujubee sighed. Never once had she asked her to choose sides when she split up with Manila, but now she was wishing she had someone unapologetically in her corner.
“Then finish it. Just say what you feel for once, Raven. You may have lost Manila, but you still have a chance with this one. I love you, but please, stop being a coward.”
The words hurt, like a blow to the gut, and she felt the air leave her lungs. As if it wasn’t hard enough to be reminded of her choices every time she saw her face, somehow hearing it was even more gruesome.
After a few beats of silence, Juju began to speak, but Raven quickly ended the call, holding a shaking hand over her mouth.
–
Manila was puttering around the diner like a songbird, whistling and humming, blinding everyone she saw with a smile. She danced on the tips of her toes, ponytail swaying as she wiped down tables.
“What’s got you in such a cheery mood?” Carmen asked, though she knew the answer. As she moved behind the counter, she swatted her thigh with the rag.
“Mind your own business, Carrera!” She giggled. The pink in her cheeks was a telling sign, she knew, but she was much too elated to care.
“Your business is my business,” she argued good-naturedly. “If we’re on the winning team, I have a right to know.”
“There is no winning or losing,” she sang. “I’m letting go of all of that. If Raja wants me, then she’ll choose me.”
“Something in your tone makes me believe you’re hiding some details.”
“Um, Nila?” Juju chirped, emerging from the back. “George just called and asked if you could check on the restroom.”
Manila scrunched her nose. “I just did it, not even a half hour ago.”
“I’m just the messenger, girl.”
Carmen shrugged. With a sigh, Manila grabbed a broom and dustpan, pushing herself into the women’s restroom. Eyes out for any mess on the tile, she spun around when she heard a click, the door locking. She pushed against it to no avail.
“Jujubee? Let me out, this isn’t funny.”
“Not until we talk this out,” a soft voice came from behind her, and she saw Raven and Raja leaning up against two of the Pepto Bismol colored stall doors. The taller of the two had her eyes darting in every direction, nerves apparent.
“What is this? Some kind of intervention?” Manila pressed. “Raja, you and your friend are kind of freaking me out.”
Raven pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Give it up, Luzon. She knows.”
She deflated, dropping the broom to the floor. “You told her?” She whispered.
“She didn’t have to tell me,” Raja shrugged sheepishly. “I had a hunch. And I may have gone through your things?”
Manila didn’t have time to be mad. A million thoughts were circulating through her mind, and she felt dizzy. There was no backing out now; she’d have to confront Raven, and risk losing Raja.
“Look, I’m not exactly thrilled either,” Raven muttered. She took a step forward, and Manila backed up against the sink. “I know this is a lot to take in-“
“What do you know?” Manila spat, feeling her chest tighten. “You don’t know anything.”
“Manila, come on,” Raja begged. The pained expression on her face wasn’t unnoticed. Raven’s eyes narrowed, and she backed Manila into a corner.
“What do I know?” She whispered harshly. “I know exactly where you hide your snacks in your bedroom. I know where you have the scar that you got from bike riding when you were six. I know that you say that you hate yellow, but secretly love the way you look in it. I know that you’re a lactose intolerant idiot who would do anything for a chocolate shake.”
“God, you almost make it sound like you cared about me,” Manila was bitter, and hoped it reached the other two. Damn Raven, damn Raja, and damn Jujubee for making her endure this.
“You fucking moron,” Raven croaked. Manila’s eyes softened at the wavering in her voice. “I loved you.”
Raja cooed, the sound a dull echo in Manila’s ears. She shook her head, laughing in disbelief.
“No. No, you left me. You abandoned me, and it made me hate myself for tearing our friendship apart!”
“I was scared,” Raven sighed, eyes defeated. “I loved you so much, but you weren’t ready. You weren’t ready to come out, for sex, to be in a serious relationship, and I couldn’t stand the thought of going back to the way we were. Manila, I couldn’t just be your friend after being with you so intimately. It would have killed me. So…I distanced myself. It was just easier that way.”
“For who?!” Manila yelled, uncaring if the whole damn building heard. “Don’t you dare act like the martyr here.”
“You’re right, I guess. I’ve regretted it ever since. Having to walk past you, pretending I wasn’t reliving my biggest mistake was torture. What was I supposed to say?”
“The truth, maybe?” The waitress said incredulously.
“I just…maybe we can move past this,” Raven dared, though her voice still trembled. “I miss my best friend.”
“I can never forgive you for this,” Manila cried. Her cheeks were hot and she wanted nothing more than to smack her across the face. “I’ve dreamed about this moment forever, and now that it’s here, I wish it had never come.” She was sputtering and red faced, stomping her foot like a child.
With a shaky breath, Raven enveloped her, despite her thrashing. Raja looked on, a strange mixture of misery and relief twisting in her stomach, as Manila relaxed in Raven’s arms, sobbing loudly.
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Manila was sipping on her coffee, mostly to give her an excuse to sit in silence.
Raja’s long coat was draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were still slightly puffy.
“So,” Raja urged, nudging the girl in the seat next to her. She sighed and cleared her throat, a pout on her full lips.
“So,” Raven mocked. “I was thinking. Maybe we could start over. No more secrets.”
“And no more snooping,” Raja pledged. “Or silly games.”
“Like…our friendship?” Manila pondered. She saw the glances that Raja and Raven shared, and the looked like they belonged. Two puzzle pieces, and she was the rogue obstacle, wedging herself between them. If this was the sort of feeling Raven had wanted to back away from, then maybe she could begin to understand. “I’m not sure I can pretend like you’re a stranger anymore, Rave.”
“No, I mean, like, our relationship. I don’t expect forgiveness in a day, but I’m willing to try if you are,” she replied, blonde waves rustling as she failed to make eye contact. “Can I take you out?”
Manila blinked. Something flipped inside of her, a switch, like the first warm day after a long winter. Even if she wanted to refuse, she wasn’t sure it was in her power to do so.
Suddenly, she looked to Raja, fiddling with the stray hairs that framed her face.
“But…what about…”
Raja laughed airily, grabbing Manila’s hand. “I’m here, as long as you’ll have me,” she squeezed. She looked to Raven, kissing her temple. “For both of you.”
“I’m not sure how I went from being totally alone, to having the two of you,” Manila mumbled. “How would that even work? What if things get messy?”
“Maybe,” Raven started, looking between them. “We should just let things run their own course for once.”
The door chimed, a group of schoolchildren running into Royale’s with hungry stomachs and money burning a hole through their pockets. Shangela greeted them, a gaggle of laughter as she tried to help them hoist themselves up on the barstools. The clock ticked up on the wall, in time with the beat of the music, a new track that Manila had yet to hear. The tin signs and gag license plates hung above Juju as she listened to orders, reaching for the pencil she kept nestled in her hair. A man took a crisp bill from a pretty hand, and Manila dared to look up just in time to see Carmen shoot her an approving wink.
“Maybe you’re right.”
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