That damn alarm clock

The alarm clock went off at six`o'clock exactly. Tanner had never wanted to kill an inanimate object more in her life. But as she dragged herself over to the other side of the bed to turn it off she wasn't expecting to run into an obstacle. An obstacle that was warm, smooth, and most certainly moving. With a glance down she realized it wasn't an obstacle, it was a person. A girl with short blonde hair thrown about in an askew fashion over her delicate features. Her eyes were closed which was a bit of a pity as Tanner recalled she had the brightest green eyes she'd ever seen, the emerald sheets laying over the two paled in comparison to just the memory of those eyes. Her pink lips were relaxed, not smiling, not frowning, not twitching in anger like they did sometimes, just relaxed. Tanner wanted to kiss them. She almost did but then she stopped.
She remembered the last time there had been a girl in her bedroom.
Another blonde one too.
Only her hair wasn't short, or straight. It was long and furiously curly even when she had obviously tried to tame it. She complained about it when no one else was looking.
Tanner remembered liking it curly and hating it the few times it had been straightened.
She had liked the way those curls made the girl look dangerous, almost cruel.                 A name hovered over the memory but Tanner refused to recognize it, right now it was just a girl with curly blonde hair and that's all it would stay if she had a say about it which she probably didn't.                                                                           She had had blue eyes too. The girl had had blue eyes. They were like crystals, glimmering in a taunting beauty that made Tanner a bit uneasy when they focused on her. Still, she had held their gaze boldly. Not many others were brave enough to do that, Tanner was special.                                                                                              Her lips had been red, not a rosy red, a blood red that curled under white teeth in malicious grins as if to say, "I know what you're thinking."
It was hard to remember the color of her skin but it was easy to remember how it felt. It had been as soft as silk. Tanner had run her hands over it almost a million times it seemed like when they had first been together. The girl had smirked at her every single time, smug. But Tanner was too amazed to care.
"Do you like me?" The girl had asked, whispered lightly into her ear, slowly raising all the hairs on her body.                                                                       She waited.                                                                                 "Yes." She couldn't lie.                                                                   She could feel the girl smile against her hot skin, delighted.                            Her hands dipped down low and Tanner got a bit scared. She fought to speak.                "Do you like me?" She asked.                                                                She felt the smile falter just a bit.                                                      Something within Tanner began to crack.                                                    "Do you?"                                                                                 "Maybe." The girl finally answered.                                                        No one spoke after that, the only noises made were the sliding of sheets, the rustle of clothes being haplessly tossed about, the pop of lips closing over each other, devouring each other.                                                                                 Afterwards there was more silence. Tanner wondered if she should say anything, if she wanted her to say anything. She felt that crack again, just slightly, as it broke a little more in the quiet.                                                                         She fell asleep wondering what she should have said.                                        When she woke up the girl was gone. The crack tore down her chest, pierced right through her straight to the floor.                                                                
And the girl was gone. She was gone for good.                                                  "Angelina!" She screeched.                                                                 Something shifted under her. She moved to see a different girl, she had short hair.           "Tanner?" She asked, her voice husky with sleep.                                           Julia, she thought meekly.                                                                  "Tanner." She repeated.                                                                    Julia, Tanner thought once more, opening her mouth to speak but nothing came out.                     "Tanner." Julia's voice was forceful this time and she jumped up to gather Tanner in her arms.                                                                                      Why is she so sad? Tanner wondered.                                                           Oh, she realized as wetness fell down her cheeks, I'm crying.                               She didn't like to cry in front of other people. She had a rule not to cry in front of other people. But this time she grabbed Julia's body, held on for dear life while some part of her marveled over how small she felt in her arms, pressed against her.                                  They stayed like that for some time in silence. Only this silence didn't hurt, it was gracious, it was giving. Tears ran down Tanner's face and she let them. She let herself feel everything and she had no idea what everything really felt like but she felt it still.                                                                                              When the tears finally stopped things were still quiet.                                         This time Tanner thought she knew the right thing to say.                                  
"Thank you."  
She heard the alarm clock beeping.