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Miles To Go Before I Sleep ... (DarkDreamer9110 x MsBloom)

1990:

Jules stood looking at Allie with a slight feeling of disappointment. They had hoped, when seeing Allie outside the window, that she had come to say that she didn't care what her parents, or godforbid her pastor thought of relations between people of the same assigned gender or what they thought of the fact that while they were assigned female at birth, Jules did not identify as a girl, at least not entirely. They might not have had a word for it back then but they knew that they did not identify as a boy either, at least not entirely. Their identity was somewhere inbetween. While this was of course very confusing to them, to a teenager who had not been dealt the cards they had expected by puberty, it was at the same time the identity with which they felt the most confident, part girl, part boy to varying degrees, and sometime both at the same time, or neither. It was still something of a work in progress.

They understood, on a strictly intellectual level, what Allie was saying and could see how much the idea of anyone else finding out scared her, how much it pained her that she was afraid to show the world how she felt. Still, also on a strictly intellectual level, Allie had said nothing she had not said at the river, except maybe to confirm that she did not in her heart believe, as her parents and pastor did, that it was wrong for two people who had both been assigned female at birth to be intimate, emotionally as well as physically.

Jules nodded but kept their distance while they thought about what Allie had said. And what they had said when they had given her the white stone. What Allie had said was to some degree exactly what Jules had asked of her. She had decided to follow what was in her heart rather than what she was supposed to do and what not to do. She had decided she wanted to explore their relationship further, see where it went, at least until the end of summer, or at least until Jules had to leave and return to Boston.

She did want to keep it a secret from her parents and everyone else which, Jules concluded, was perhaps just because she was unsure about what the relationship would lead to. If all it would turn out to be was a summer fling, after which Jules would return to Boston and Allie would have to remain in a closed-minded community with parents that might reject her for said fling, then it was understandable that she wanted the fling to remain a secret. They nodded to themselves as they made a decision.

They then closed what little there was left of distance between them and Allie, placed their hands on her waist and leaned in to kiss her. The moment their lips touched Allie's they felt a warmth of arousal spread through their body like nothing they had felt before. They let their hands make their way up along Allie's sides to eventually find her breasts.

"Promise me one thing though," they said.
"Before I go back to Boston you decide if you want this to be more than just a summer fling."
They had been about to suggest that if Allie decided she wanted their relationship to evolve beyond a fling that she could come with them and their aunt back to Boston but that was not for them to decide and so they said nothing.



Present:

"Not to mention pathetic," Jules agreed and chuckled as another song they had played almost obsessively that summer (and which had later become a bittersweet, at times almost painful, reminder of the love they believed to have lost forever) came up next on their playlist.
"I only had one picture of you though," she said.
"Remember, our last night together. You wore that pale green dress with flowers on it ... And the stone of course."
She drove on in silence for a while, letting the song surround her.

"Tell me Al,"Julia asked when they sat across from one another at a small roadside café.
"Would it have changed anything if, instead of you giving me back the stone so that I would return next summer, I had told you to give it to me when we met next summer?"

This was a question Jules had asked herself over and over for the past 30 years. She had even written her first novel about it five years later, a massive volume of almost 800 pages with a title she had hoped would catch Allie's eyes: The White Stone (a broken love story) in which she had told the story of that summer from her perspective but also tried to imagine it from Allie's. That story however had ended with the road trip being cancelled and with the character based of herself having made a deep cut into her left hand, wrapped the hand tigthly around the white stone and let it soak in the blood before mailing it back to the character based on Allie. In the last scene it had been unclear whether or not the character Julia had based on herself had survived.

She had had everything prepared, the padded envelope with the address already on it, and then walked to the nearest mailbox without bandaging her hand, dropped the envelope in and then the text had panned the street and faded to black as a raven flew cross the sky.
 
1990:

Allie returned the kiss, her own hands snaking along Jules's torso to embrace her. She broke the kiss for a moment to nod at Jules's request. "I promise." She said, kissing Jules again.

"So, I know a great diner down the road. Should be fairly quiet this time of evening, and some of the booths are pretty private. If you want to ... Grab burgers and a milkshake, maybe?" She asked.



Present:

Allie nodded. "I remember. And, uh, so I might not fit it anymore, but I still have that dress. Just like it was that night. I sealed it up and packed it away. I was going to wear it the first day you came back the next summer. It's in my suitcase right now. It, uh, might have been the first thing I packed when we were getting ready to leave." she said with a blush.

As they sat in the cafe, Allie sighed when Julia asked her about how things might have been different if the stone had been left with Allie to return when she saw Jules again. "I ... I don't know, Jules. I would like to think so. I ... Gods, Jules, I am so fucking sorry I broke your heart. And I'm so sorry I never reached out before. I should have. Even just to clear the air. But it ... I never made that the priority it should have been. And now I'm dying and we've got far too little time to make up for all the time together I cost us."
 
1990:

Burger and a shake, perhaps with a large fried to share between them did sound nice, especially if the place was, as Allie suggested, was quiet and had booths where they could have a bit of privacy, maybe even share some light innocent intimacy. Jules realised from what Allie had told them that even something as simple as them holding hands might be seen as provocative to Allie's parents and (god forbid) her pastor and as they realised this they also realised that perhaps everything was not as black or white as they had wanted it to be, at least not for Allie.

As they sat there opposite one another with burgers, shakes an fries, they talked ... about anything and everything that came into their heads. Jules mentioned how their parents had not reacted well to them coming out as a boy, or at least as not only a girl, how their aunt had taken them in, how she had accepted them exactly the way they were, how she had not once hesitated to use they/them pronouns about them, not once hesitated to call them Julian when they had asked her to.

Present:

There was a silence between them after Allie had said that she hoped things could have been different if the stone had remained with her instead of Julia taking it back to Boston when the summer ended. Julia wished that she had on that last night they had together, with Allie looking absolutely stunning in that dress, thought about leaving the stone there as a reminder and as a dare for Allie to keep the promises she had made that night, as they had lain naked under the stars by the creek in the same spot where they had first met. They had just made love for the first time and Allie had promised that she would be waiting for Jules when thy came back the next summer. That moment had become the very first chapter of The White Stone.

The picture Julia had of Allie from that night had been taken by their aunt before they had headed out for their last date of the summer. The two of them standing on the landing above the stairs at the B&B, smiling with their heads close together, looking so happy, so in love. It had for a very long time been pinned to the wall above Julia's desk. Even though she had at one time torn it to pieces and thrown it away she had then retrieved it from the trash and taped it back together. She may have hated Allie at the time but she had also still loved her.

"I could have reached out too," Julia said and then bit her lip.
"In a way I did, I suppose, but not in a very friendly way, I suppose ..."
She fell silent and looked at Allie as if she wasn't sure how to explain what she meant.
"You ever read The White Stone by Julian Watson," she asked, well aware that the book had not sold very well when it first came out and had been out of print ever since, until just recently when it had been reissued along with the rest of her early work.
 
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1990:

Once they had the privacy of a booth, tucked safely away in a corner basically out of view, Allie finally felt comfortable reaching out to take Jules's hand as they ate, smiling warmly as they chatted away. The truth was, listening to Jules talk about how their journey to realizing they weren't a boy or a girl was fascinating and informative. It was strange to Allie that there could be other options besides "boy" or "girl," considering what the Bible said about "male and female He created them" and stuff. And then there was the stuff against homosexuality. But Jules wasn't a girl, were they? At least, they said they didn't feel like one. And even if physical bodies were male or female, who said that souls had to be either/or as well? Why couldn't they be something beyond binary?

The simple truth was, Allie didn't know. She wasn't a theologian, a philosopher, a deep thinker. What she knew was that she liked Jules. Jules made her heart flutter in ways she had never known. And she wanted to see how things went.

She smiled at Jules. "I'm still so sorry about ... About earlier. I ... This is all new to me. It's strange. It's ... Taboo. I'm still scared about if anyone finds out about ... What we did. But I want to explore this. I want to see how we get on."



Present:

Allie nodded as Julia finally spoke. As she explained about how she had reached out, in a way, Allie frowned. A memory, distant, buried under guilt and shame, surged forward.

She nodded slowly. "I did. I'd forgotten ... No, I'd made myself forget. It ... I threw it out when I reached the end. I don't know why I didn't realize it was you, that it was based on us. Or maybe I did. Maybe that's why I threw it away and buried the memory. I ... Fuck, I should have found a way to contact you then." She said.


As they finished their meal, she nodded. "Right. Next stop Niagara."
 
1990:

"No worries," Jules said in a tone that suggested that while there truly was nothing for Allie to worry about there was still some lingering hesitation from their part.
It was not the first time they had had a similar conversation with a girl (or a boy for that matter), the whole ... I'm curious but scared ... the what if ... I want to explore ... as if they and their gender-ambiguity was some kind of lab rat for other kids to test their sexual orientation on. Jules themself had not even tried to hide who they were (to the best of their knowledge and perception) since that day they came out to their parents. That event had in itself been a disaster but it had also shown them that there were people ready to accept them and even if the kids at school were divided between accepting and thinking they were weird and disgusting it was still liberating to not have to pretend to be what they did not feel comfortable being.

Had Allie been any other girl they might have reacted differently, reacted in accordance with their experience of previous attempts at relationships, but Allie was ... special ... very special. It was the first time Jules felt like they were truly falling in love. This time they too really wanted to explore beyond a few chaste, gigglish, playful kisses.

"If your family can't accept you for what you are, for who you really are but expect you to be what they are comfortable with you being then ..."
Jules shrugged instead of say: ... then screw them.
"I mean. My parents basically said that if I wasn't their daughter then they had no son so ... I ... there was someone else who accepted me and now I live with her instead of compromising who and what I am."
They hoped it made sense and didn't sound too harsh or accusatory.

Present:

"Yea I know. It really wasn't a friendly way of reaching out but at the time I wrote it I was angry and I hated you almost as much as I loved you. To the point where ..."
Julia stopped and bit down on her bottom lip, hesitantly. She had left the end on that novel open for the reader to interpret as they pleased but the truth was ... it was very close to exactly what had happened.
"Tell me Al," she said and swallowed down a mouthful of milkshake.
"As far as you remember it, how did you interpret the ending. That last scene?"

That story however had ended with the road trip being cancelled and with the character based of herself having made a deep cut into her left hand, wrapped the hand tigthly around the white stone and let it soak in the blood before mailing it back to the character based on Allie. In the last scene it had been unclear whether or not the character Julia had based on herself had survived.
 
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