Lindsay squinted her eyes. This was where things got more complicated. She didn’t care that she was a girl. But izzy did. “I don’t want you telling people. She won’t like it,” Lindsay said matter of factly. “it’s izzy,” she said, softly. “I really like her, but I don’t know. When we’re alone she’s into but public is a no go,” she said, looking down. “I think she’s scared or something,” she said, not sure if she should mention the necklace.
Frowning slightly, Ginny shook her head trying to comprehend the facts but seemingly failing miserably. “You really think I’d tell someone?” She asked shocked, she knew that there were many things people associated with her, most of them falling into the less favourable descriptions of a person but she knew how to keep a secret. It sort of hurt her that sister felt the need to mention to keep everything between them. Listening to her sister speak, she began to regret saying yes to talking to her sister. She was the cynical one in the family and the response of ‘it doesn’t sound like she likes you’ was fighting valiantly to escape from her lips. “You think? Have you spoken with her about this?”
(Source: ginnystjames, via lindsay-stjames-deactivated2011)
Lindsay’s head was so messes up after her afternoon, she needed someone to talk to. She went to her sister Ginny because, well, she was smart. Really smart. Scaring smart. She rolled out of her bed, figuring she should get there soon or else her sister would gob crazy with worry. She was a natural worrier. She walked up to the door, about to push it open when she saw her sister cone out. “yeah, it’s me,” she said, stifling a laugh. She pulled her sister into her room and shut the door. Then she strode over to her bed and sat down. “I-I wanted to talk to you about this uh, this girl,” she started awkwardly. “we uh kinda fool around at parties sometimes and stuff,” she continued, smiling when she remembered that afternoon in her car. “But I think I really like her,” she finished, biting her lip and looking over at her sister cautiously.
Blinking in surprise as her sister pulled her into her room, Ginny looked at her with an inquisitive look. Her eyebrows rising slightly at her sister mentioning fooling around with a girl. Not because she thought it was wrong in anyway, it was more that she was somewhat wounded that her sister had never mentioned anything about it before. Sighing, she walked over to her sister’s bed, sitting down next to her. “If you like someone – you like them regardless of gender. You fooled around with her before?” She asked scrunching up her nose slightly. “Do you know if she likes you back? Has she given you any hint about how she feels?” Diverting her eyes to the floor, Ginny merely shook her head. “Who is it anyway? I mean… do I know her?”
(Source: ginnystjames, via lindsay-stjames-deactivated2011)
Someone to confide in || Ginny&Lindsay
After reading her sister’s final text, Ginny carefully put her phone down on her desk. Biting her lip slightly she ran through every possible thing that Lindsay may wish to tell her. Some of them were incredibly unrealistic and a product of her worried imagination but she couldn’t seem to find one that was feasible. If it was some form of sickness, wouldn’t Lindsay go to their parents? If it was something to do with the ‘arts’ or something of the romantic sort – wouldn’t she go to Charlotte? People only ever really came to her when they wanted someone to talk at, when they wanted someone who would just listen and nod occasionally to show she was still paying attention. She wasn’t normally the first choice when someone wanted to have an actual conversation. Growing more frustrated by the second as she failed to think of why Lindsay would need to talk she shook her head to get rid of the thoughts.
“She’ll tell you when she gets here!” A nagging voice in her head kept repeating, deciding that maybe getting out of her room would help her stop over-analysing she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. As she was pouring out a glass of water she heard the front door softly creak open. “Linds? Is that you?” She called out walking into the hallway to verify if it was her sister.
Text: Okay, I’ll see you soon then.
Text: Okay, you’re worrying me. Can you come now?
To Ginny! Christmuskah!
I. Love. Them! Seriously! Thank you Linds!
(via lindsay-stjames-deactivated2011)
Text: Well I’m in my room just now, you’re always welcome to come up? If you need to talk now anyway…
Text: Okay… You want to talk in the house? Or do you want to go somewhere else?
Virginia "Ginny" St.James
Daughter of Jesse St.James and Rachel Berry
My lovely siblings are Charlotte and James
Just for the record - despite my parents being who they are - I have no interest in the theoretical arts.
Anything else you may wish to know - just ask.
