Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... mistakes..." He came back around and put his hand on her shoulder again. "You have to do what's best for yourself." He grinned. "The rest will work itself out. No one needs me to make that happen."

Jillian could almost believe him if it wasn't for the fakest smile she'd ever seen.What the hell is that about? She didn't like it. It was almost like he was lying to her, and he never lied to her. She knew it. "Bash?" She blinked. What could she say?'What are you hiding from me?' What was the answer... that everythingwouldn't work out? Jillian was suddenly lost. "Is... is everything okay?" It was the best she had right then.

Bash saw her unease, and at least it made that false grin disappear. "Jelly... I guess..." He sighed, and sighed big. "I'm gonna miss you. You're... special. I really mean that."

Jillian froze, and one memory came crashing home; the day she'd shown up to second grade after having begged--thrown a fit, really--her parents to let her dye her hair a vivid, neon green. She'd thought it'd make her look so magical, so... special. The other kids had been merciless, of course; kids were nothing if not cruel little monsters. But the most disheartening was the side-eyes she got from the faculty too; like she was one ofthose kinds of kids. The pigeon-holing began in earnest.

"Mint Jelly."

Those two words, though she hadn't known it then, were a rope thrown into her pit. Bash saw her in the hall and made his declaration out of the blue, accompanied by a ...

... very pleased and self-amused grin. When Jillian had just scrunched up her brows in confusion, he'd flicked the tip of her hair. "Looks like mint jelly. I love mint jelly... Jillian. Heh."

"Th... thank-you." It'd been all she could say.

"You're as welcome as you are lovely, young lady." He'd hesitated then. "You know... I like marmalade too. It's a kind of jelly." His eyes danced when he winked at her, then went on his way.

It took about a month before she showed up looking like an orange. From then on, through every exotic dye-job of her naturally golden hair, she was Jelly, and Bash was her biggest cheerleader. Hell, he'd even intervened on her behalf to get an exception for hair and a few other things into the uniform rules. Everyone still had to wear the lame outfits, but after what Bash and Jelly got done, the students could at least be somewhat expressive. That went a long way towards her making some real friends.

It'd been rough to see the disappointed look on his face when, in tenth grade, she said that the nickname was too cutesy. Of course, looking back, her case was a bit undercut having come from behind some nice, strawberry-red tresses. Still, Bash had immediately adjusted himself and set about treating her like a proper grown-up.

Until today. Until right then. Until his sudden melancholy.

Until he called her special.

Now shewanted to be Jelly again, and for the rest of her life.

Face burning, Jillian shot to her feet, dislodging the strong, ...