A Little Love

A Little Love

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Once again, Ariana finds herself at the mercy of her friend Taylor as she is invited to the club. Unfortunately for Ariana, it was more than just a normal night at the club. It was a Chicago Meet up for the DDLG community. Ariana stands out in her warm coloured clothing in a sea of pink white and blue. Left to her own devices as her friend "promises" to come back and for her to just get a drink. While googling everything she can about the event, Alec steps in to save her from a sticky situation that was about to turn bad. Alec a caregiver of his own takes on the role of protecting Ariana at the event while explaining the lifestyle to her. Eventually. The two of them decide to take on a relationship together.

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Once again, Ariana finds herself at the mercy of her friend Taylor as she is invited to the club. Unfortunately for Ariana, it was more than just a normal night at the club. It was a Chicago Meet up for the DDLG community. Ariana stands out in her warm coloured clothing in a sea of pink white and blue. Left to her own devices as her friend "promises" to come back and for her to just get a drink. While googling everything she can about the event, Alec steps in to save her from a sticky situation that was about to turn bad. Alec a caregiver of his own takes on the role of protecting Ariana at the event while explaining the lifestyle to her. Eventually. The two of them decide to take on a relationship together.

Chapter1 (v.1) - "It's a meet up"

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 09, 2019

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Chapter 1 

"It's a meet up"

Ariana

It was different.

Coming back to the US when I had been living in Japan for two years. I missed the humidity. Even though it made my hair frizz. I missed the culture, the people, the language, the long walks through parks in spring when cherry blossoms were blooming, and when the petals fell to the ground.

I missed more than that though. I had friends over there. I graduated with a TESL certificate. All my friends I graduated with moved to different countries. I had planned to live there my entire life. But things changed.

My father got sick, and there was no one to take care of him. My mother had already past away from cancer, and now my father was going the same way. My brother couldn't come home to take care of him, so I was the one that had to. My father pointed out: "It was the least I could do." As much as I had a dislike for my father and the way for what I was raised, I still felt obligated to return.

Due to his death, I decided at this time, moving back to Japan was not a good idea. I didn't have the chance for a job, and I would have to go through another Visa application, as well as I was left with a house... that I could sell if I wanted. But I also had a job here, in Chicago. And, I didn't mind it, I enjoyed it, and figured I would continue to stay to help build the program up until we had the money to expand the business for an office into Japan.

But.... I always felt like something was missing. I had to make new friends because the ones that I did have were overseas. I did make a few friends... some were better than others.

That wasn't easy, to make friends. Not with the way I was around new people... new settings. It was hard to make friends. And to be fair, some of the friends I made they weren't the greatest anyways. But, because I didn't have anyone else, I would hang out with them.

This was how I ended up in situations that didn't work well with me. I should have known by the text I received that tonight, was just not going to be a normal night.

"Ariana, you really should come!"

It was a text from Taylor. I had known Taylor for the last year. She was into... a very different world. Most of the time she knew my insecurities with the interests she had, so she wouldn't invite me.

"What are you inviting me to?" I ask.

As if I would get a straight answer anyways. 


"It's just a little event at a club. It's nothing big really," she replied back. 


My hand moved from my phone and traced along towards the 35-pound cat rubbing up against me for affection. The large orange and white-haired beast of a Maine-Coon was meowing at me. "I've already fed you," I say to him. "You don't need any more food." I talk to my cat as if he could answer me. I sighed looking at the ceiling to see the fan above me going in slow rotations. 


Despite having the entire house to myself, I was still living in what was my "teenage" bedroom. I never really wanted to move into the master bedroom. I had only lived in the house for one year, my parents had only moved to Chicago after my mother was dealing with Cancer. My father retired to take care of her. Was it horrible to think that I wished it was my father to die first?


"Binx, do you think I should go to this club with Taylor?" I asked as I pulled my cat on top of my stomach. I was off work for the next week and a half. It was a break considering it was summer. There weren't any students in our program. So, we ran supplemental programming. Binx meowed back at me. "Is that a yes... or is that a no?" Binx meowed again. "I'm going to regret this you know," I mention to my cat. 


I really did need friends. 


I sighed one more time before reaching for my iPhone and opening up the messaging app. "I'll come," I reply. I proceeded to receive a plethora of emojis in my messages. Ones with hearts and kisses, followed by gifs of happiness. 


"I'll be there in an hour," she replied quickly. 


I was most definitely going to regret this decision. 


Taylor didn't give me any instructions on what to wear. She told me the club we were going to. It was a nice club. There was a section for dancing, and for people like me, there was a coffee bar where things were a little quieter. So, I didn't dress to dance. I pulled out a dark red fitted dress that flared at my waist. I pulled on a cream-coloured cardigan over my arms. It was a cool summers evening. I wore black tights and I found my pair of brown laced ankle boots. As much as Normally my preference would have been pastels. But Taylor and all my friends said I looked childish when I wore the colours that I had out to clubs. 


I began to stare at myself in the mirror as I looked at my face. Minimal makeup. That was how I functioned. A little bit of eye shadow, a tiny bit of eyeliner, and a little bit of blush so it didn't look like my face was only pale. My hair was black and long. It fell to the middle of my back. It was hard to manage with the split ends. But I hadn't cut a single inch off in 15 years. The thought of the past made me shutter. 


Disregarding my past thoughts, I pulled half of my hair into a messy bun and let the rest look wisp, but likeable. 


My phone started to buzz as I began to see that Taylor was calling. I noticed the time and realized an hour had already passed by and Taylor was waiting for me outside. The moment I picked up the phone. "I'm here, where are you," she says as I am grabbing a small handbag and walking towards the door. 


''I'm just opening the door Tay," I reply, containing the sigh I wanted to express inside my head. 




 

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Taylor didn't just invite me to a club. 

I learned very quickly something was different at "Dance and Chill" the name of the bar. There was a very different group of people walking into the bar's entrance. Even Taylor was wearing something different than she normally was. Her blonde hair was in pigtails. She was wearing a pink top and a denim jumper over top. She had a pacifier ring on her finger. And I was utterly confused. She wasn't the only one who seemed to have this look. 

"Tay...what have you brought me to...?" I ask carefully. I didn't get an answer right away. She had waved at someone she knew. That person... Was wearing a baby onesie...

"Taylor..." I said sternly. I grabbed her hand. "What is this?" I demand. She looks at me with a quirky smile, pointing at a whiteboard sign that had a mixture of "baby shower" like doodles along with "Chicago DDLG meet up." 

"It's a place where people meet up," she said simply like I should know what the hell she was talking about. I looked at her with a dissatisfied frown. 

"I gathered that much, thanks for stating the obvious..."

"Don't get huffy with me," she scolded. 

"Well, what is DDLG?" I quizzed. I was not impressed and she didn't seem to understand the reason why I was impressed as she gave what seemed a two-minute explanation of what DDLG even meant. I was scolding myself inside thinking about why I decided to come. 

"Well, why did you...."


I was cut off. A man in a suit had walked up to Taylor and had kissed her on the cheeks. Saying something along the lines of "over here,"

"I'll be right back Ari," she said. "Get a drink or something." 

and just like that. I was alone. And once again, I was in a situation where I was the person sticking out. In my warm coloured clothes, opposed to the whites, the blues, and the pinks that I saw. My stomach flipped. I had to find a space where I could sit down and google this information. Because I was determined to not look weird. 

I did go to the bar. On the coffee side of the bar where everyone seemed to be. It was a little packed. There was someone who looked like they were my age, 25, that was in a onesie and was holding onto the railings of the inside of a crib. 

"Why me?" I ask underneath my breath in Japanese. What I often did when I was nervous. I did just what Taylor told me. Get a drink. I was getting it to calm my nerves. Even though I wasn't a big drinker. I was the one that would be the designated driver. My guess was the only reason the friends I had kept me around. Otherwise, I think they would leave me. 

There were special drinks on for the night. DDLG themed. As it was called. I chose the drink that said, "baby girl" I received a pink concoction with a gummy pacifier on the side. The bartender asked if I wanted the option to put it in a bottle or a sippy cup and I shook my head. A glass was fine. 

I take the glass and manage to find a booth with no one occupying it. And I was okay with that. Because I took my phone out almost immediately to start googling everything I could about DDLG. After ten minutes, I still didn't really understand where I was, and what I was learning. I took a sip of my sweet drink and looked up. There was a group of men looking at me. And it didn't look like they were looking at me in a healthy way either. I looked down. I could feel their eyes on me. I looked one more glance up and I saw them approaching closer. 

Damn it, Taylor. Where was she? 

 

 


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