Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: ryandaniels
Title: Nosebleed: A Story of Young Love ch.1
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: Nancy consoles best friend, Terry, having just been broken up
with.
Keywords: lesbian, leslita, loli, lolita, ped, ff

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   The sound of breathing.  Warm air, a little too warm; it was winter and
the heater had gotten a little overzealous.  A bed in the corner of a small
room.  On top of it, above the covers, was a long, thin body laying on its
belly, a large grey t-shirt covering it's top half.  A female.  This
female's well developed hips defied the shirt, showing its striped
green-and-white panties proudly.  The panties were cotton and very soft,
and after a nights wear, had lost much of their elasticity.  They bunched
up in folds about the crotch and showed much of this creature's sensitive,
pubescent skin.  Down from the panties extended two naked legs at an angle
suggesting mild heat discomfort.  Suddenly, a high tinny ringing.

   She watched the phone scream and wail and finally go silent.  Dank
satisfaction.  Her back ached.  She vaguely considered changing her
position.  A glance at the clock; her eyebrows raised and the squirrely
survivor in her suggested she stop moping and get up.  "Shut the fuck up"
she thought, grinning.  She contemplated the idea of never getting back up.
She rolled onto her side and once again tuned out, listening to her own
breathing, finding it hypnotic.  "heeeeeeeeh...  haaaaaaaaaah. 
heeeeeeeh... haaaaaaaaaaaah" Her cell phone rang again, breaking her
trance. Looking at the phone annoyed, she let it ring out of spite for what
is was inevitably going to make her do.  "Eh..." She murmured begrudgingly,
answering it.  It was Terry; her boyfriend had just dumped her.  She told
Terry she'd be right over.  Click.  "Strange" the girl thought; not two
hours ago she herself had broken up with her own love interest.  She'd done
the dumping though.  She sat up, looking around at nothing in particular.
Nodding, she took a deep breath, and got out of bed.

   Meet Nancy.  A precocious young girl in the seventh grade.  Eight
teachers, three parents, and zero friends, sans Terry of course.  Known
more commonly as "Nancy the Ice Queen", she was famous for her inability to
show any affection; a reputation derived from her long history of failed
relationships.  One boy after the other stepped up to the plate, and each
one struck out.  Most didn't make to a second date, one didn't make it an
hour before being given the ol' heave-ho.  This had spawned the rumor that
she wasn't really into guys.  A self fulfilling prophecy, it would seem,
considering her last breakup was with a one "Chastity White".



   But that didn't matter now, Terry needed her.  "Mom, can you drive me
over to Terry's?" Nancy shouted down the stairs.  "Sure, I need to run some
errands anyway" Her mother shouted back up.  Nancy got her stuff and walked
out the front door with her mom.  "So, you're going to see Terry, huh?  You
haven't gone over there in a while" It was true.  Nancy and Terry had been
drifting apart recently for a variety reasons, the principle of which being
that Nancy was in jr high now, leaving Terry all by herself, still in the
fifth grade.  Nancy opened the car door, "Yeah, she just got broken up
with. First boyfriend actually" Her mother shook her head, "Poor thing,
she's a very sensitive child, I bet she took it hard".  "Sounded like it,
over the phone I mean" Nancy said distractedly.  "Hey, wait a minute,
didn't you have your first breakup when you were in fifth grade?" Nancy's
mother questioned.  "Yeah." This was actually the thing distracting her. 
Nancy had suddenly remembered that she had met Terry just a week after her
own first breakup.  "That would've been just around two years ago..." Nancy
mused silently, "This time of the year must be bad for relationships".  Her
mind reverted into itself, gathering information about their first meeting.
The colors, the sounds, the feel of the sun on her back swarmed together
into dynamic frames, stretched like canvas over the growing scaffold of
events, time undulating as her thoughts darted and scanned this mental
structure rising in front of her.  Reality dimmed and Nancy opened her
second set of eyes, seeing children swarm around her...



   She had been walking around the school yard thinking intensely about her
recent breakup.  She had tried.  She really had.  But as the weeks went on,
she increasingly realized she just didn't feel anything for him.  He'd
tried to kiss her many times, but each time she would shrink away and try
to make small talk.  She couldn't understand what was wrong herself.  Why
couldn't she just kiss him?  Why did she find it hard to even hold hands
with him?  She arrived at the playground.  Out of nowhere, two kids ran by
her, almost into her.  She sneered at them.  Children.  That's the problem
with all the people here.  They're all a bunch of immature children.  As
she turned to walk off in another direction, the two morons circled back
for an encore performance.  Except this time, one of them, a girl, tripped
and fell.  The girl began crying.  Her friend ran up, "Are you ok?" he
said. The girl replied in an angry sob, "No, I'm not 'ok', can't you see
I'm hurt?!".  "Hey, it's not my fault you fell" he replied indignantly. 
She flashed a hurt look and scooted away.  After a moment, she said
expectantly, "Well, aren't you going to DO something?" He got a pained look
on his face and looked from side to side before sitting down next to her
and giving her a half-assed hug.  It was painful to watch.  She shrugged
him off.  "Just go away" the girl said self destructively.  He did.

   Nancy stared at this small child sobbing on the ground.  She couldn't
believe what she was thinking of doing, it went completely against her
character.  But she couldn't help but feel protective of this small
creature sitting in front of her.  Nancy went over and sat down next to
her. The girl looked over at her quickly, then turned away and went back to
her sobbing.  Nancy paused for a moment and then, a little mechanically,
picked the girl of up and set her in her lap.  The child stopped sobbing
and twisted around, looking up at Nancy, studying her shortly before
straightening back out and staring ahead silently.  After a moment, the
child grabbed Nancy's hands and pulled on them.  Nancy got the message and
brought them around the small girl, hugging her close.  The girl relaxed.
Strangely, Nancy felt herself relax.  They were quiet for a long while. 
Breaking the silence, Nancy asked in a slightly pedantic voice, "So, what's
your name, little girl?" The child responded enthusiastically, "Teresa, but
everyone calls me Terry"