Apocalyptic diary a stea.., p.1
Apocalyptic Diary: A Steamy Lesbian Fantasy, page 1
Apocalyptic Diary:
A Steamy Lesbian Fantasy
Fatima Murillo
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I
Chanse
After finally completing my History, Art, Math and science homework, I am able to relax and watch my favourite YouTube series. It's my unwind. My relief.
The series in question is Joey's Apocalyptic Diary. It follows a girl named Joey, who is alone in the apocalypse and she has four robo-companions. I'm on epsidoe eight right now, and I'm in love with it.
The animation is so surreal and the person who voices Joey sounds so soft and cuddly. I just wanna hug 'em all the time.
My favourite character is K-9, who learned was actually inspired by a Doctor Who character with the same name. The robot is so blunt all the time and says everything how they see it. It brings comic relief to the tense series.
Call me crazy, but I do draw fan art after only eight episodes in. I just think that Joey is so cute and I draw her with a little lesbian pride flag because she sets off my gaydar in rainbow flashing lights and loud sirens.
Joey is white but has Spanish and French backgrounds. Her mother was French and her father was Spanish, but they passed away in the apocalypse. It's sad. She shares that story in episode four, and I cried. Hearing Joey's cries made me cry.
As I draw and watch, a knock sounds at my door, it's my sister, little sister, Angela.
"Are you seriously watching that stupid show again?" she huffs.
"It's not stupid. Be quiet, Joey is making the treacherous journey through the city full of savages." I shush my sister who leans on my door frame.
"Whatever, shithead. Dinner is ready."
I was shocked at her language, but then I remember who she was named after.
All of my siblings and I were named after the Smosh Cast. Which is really strange but my parents are obsessed with Smosh.
The order is as follows:
Shayne
Arahsa
Damien
Me- Chanse
Twins- Angela and Amanda.
Like I said... Obsessed.
Shayne, my oldest brother, is twenty-five and is a professional trainer.
Arasha, my sister, is twenty-three. She's about to become a doctor.
Damien, another sister, is twenty-one and is in military college.
Me, Chanse, I'm seventeen and have just started my senior year in high school. I have no idea what I want to do, maybe become a writer.
And last but not least, Angela and Amanda, they're in their last year middle school and are fourteen.
So, I have quite the family. My parents, Hope and Ryan, are way too in love with each other but are cute nonetheless. My Mom is an anonymous editor for a big YouTuber and my Dad is a lawyer. A good one. So I live fairly comfortably.
Anyway, enough explanation.
I roll my eyes and follow Angela to the massive dinning room we have. Even though its only my parents, the twins and I, we still are obligated to eat at the table. I'd much rather be in my room and watch Joey's Apocalyptic Diary, but I can't have it all.
"Dinner is served." Mom smiled as she set plates down on the table.
We all find our own seats and say grace. We're not religious but it's just how we thank Mom for cooking everyday. So, we don't say it to god, we say it to Mom.
We tuck in and Dad clears his throat.
"You all should start making your Christmas lists. We want an idea of what you want."
"But Dad, it's September." Amanda scoffs.
"Some families do this in June. It's never too early to plan for Christmas." Dad shakes his head with a small smile. He's a sucker for Christmas. Mom is more of a Halloween kinda gal. Spooky bitch.
"Oh! And I want to know what you want to be for Halloween." Mom says.
"That's the type of question to be asking." I say, gesturing to my Mom. I had already thought about this. I want to be Santana from Glee. I have the shape, from cheerleading, and I'm Latina. It fits.
"I wanna be Santana Lopez from Glee."
"Oh my gosh! Yes! I love it! Is there a party this year?"
"Uh, yeah. It's at some place called Tim's. I was gonna go with my friends, if they're up for it."
"That sounds fun."
We talk back and forth until we make it through dinner and dessert. Once I'd finished, I kissed my Mom on the cheek and thanked her before going back to my room to finish episode eight and binge the first season for the rest of the night.
Joey ends up getting hurt in the city but her robo-friend, S.A.M was able to heal her. Thank God for S.A.M!
The season ended on a cliff hanger, someone had knocked on her front door and the next season hasn't been dropped yet. Apparently it'll come out in January, according to the Creator. They've already wracked in ten million subscribers after just one season with twenty-one episodes. And no one knows who they are.
But it's a good thing that there's no more seasons, I wouldn't have gotten any sleep.
I slide into my bed and stalk the Joey's Apocalyptic Diary Instagram. Some promos and teasers. Sketches for season two but no final product that could give us any hint of what'll happen. I read through the comments and they make me chuckle:
lesbianicl3sbi0n: Istg if joey is not gay then i will throw my phone out of the window
fortjo3y: holding my breathe until s2 comes out 💀
kat3ther0b0t: too much time spent watching these. Hand over s2 rn.
j.a.d_fanacc: Joey is so hot 🥵🥵
tinyg1rl23: s2- 💳💥💳💥💳💥
Some people are just crazy.
I scroll through some edits of the series and most them imply that Joey is gay and realised that after she'd made KAT3. Which I think is really weird. But that's people for you.
I'm so happy that it's Friday, because it is well past midnight and at least I don't have to be up in the morning. I just my phone off and close my eyes.
I dream of Joey's Apocalyptic Diary, and the Creator. I wonder who they are.
II
Chanse
School. I hate school. Why do I have to go? It's not like I'll need any of it anyway.
I walk through the halls, looking left and right at the students that crawl every inch on the building. I desperately need to find my friends. They're the only people who I feel comfortable to be around.
"Chanse!" my name shouted through the corridor.
"Gemma!" I cheer back as I run towards my best friend. We collide with each other and hold on tight. You'd think we haven't seen each other in years but we were last together on Friday. It's Monday now.
"Did you finish Joey's Apocalyptic Diary yet?" Gemma asked, pulling away and gripping my shoulders.
"I did! I'm in love!"
Right there and then, the school's hottest and popular, yet admirably humble pair strutted right past us. Kathryn and Eliza Rogerstone-Montgumery. I watch them as they passed, talking with each other quietly as they did so. They don't seen to notice how everyone stares at them all the time. Or maybe they do, and just don't care.
"Those two are literally perfect." Gemma mumbled.
"I know. But anyway... I cannot believe it ended on a cliffhanger! And now we have to wait until January for the next season." I rant.
"It's too long! I guess the Creator has a life though. We can't expect everything right now. It'd spoil the sense of adventure to have it all in one go." Gemma shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess."
The bell for homeroom rang and that was when Gemma and I had to go separate ways. I had Mrs Rogerstone-Montgumery, (Art) for homeroom and Gemma had Mrs Rogerstone-Montgumery, (English).
We hugged goodbye even though we would see each other in first period.
I made my way to homeroom with Mrs Rogerstone-Montgumery. She was a very chill woman. Always laid back, never shouted, was always smiling and is obviously, undeniably gorgeous. All the boys want a piece of her but she's a lesbian and married with a triple barrelled name, but people tend to call her by only two. I always call her by her full name when I speak to her.
"Morning, Mrs Leigh-Rogerstone-Montgumery." I greet.
"Morning, Chanse. I think you're the only one who calls me that. Although, someone did call me Mrs Lerm the other day because it sounded like my initials said as a word."
"It's certainly easier than your whole name." I muse.
"I guess I could go by it." she shrugged. With that, I left to go sit by my assigned desk partner. Eliza. She always reads and likes to keep to herself. Which is fair enough. Kathryn is in Gemma's homeroom and the twins don't have a lot of classes together. I'm just not sure why the school is so keen on keeping these twins apart.
"Morning." I chirp to my desk buddies.
"Mhm." she hummed. She never really spoke to me while she was reading. She let out another hum that tells me, "Let me just finish this chapter." It's not very often that Eliza talks to me, but when she does, she has to finish a chapter in her book.
I mindlessly tap on the table while I watch her flip the last page of the chapter she's on. Her blue scanning the page, left to right, as she reads the carefully picked words. She places her bookmark in the book and closes it before turning to me.
"Morning, Chanse. How are you?"
"I'm great. How are you?"
"Living the dream." she smirks.
"What did you get up to during the weekend?"
"Reading. Went shopping with Kath. But otherwise, not much. How about yourself?"
"I binged this YouTube series called Joey's Apocalyptic Diary and I am in love with it. Such a good story line." I gush. Eliza smiles even more.
"I didn't know you watched it too."
"You've seen it?" I gasp.
"Yeah. I finished it a while ago. I have to wait until-"
"January for season two." we both say.
"My sister thinks the show is stupid but... I like it. I drew some fanart. You wanna see?" I ask.
"I'd love too."
I pulled out my sketch book and opened the page with my drawing of Joey wrapped in a lesbian flag.
"That's so cute!" Eliza said, running her fingers over the page.
"Everyone think she's gay but for the wrong reasons. They think that she had a crush on KAT3 but I think that's wrong."
"Really? People think that?" she sounded offended almost.
"Yeah. But it's weird. I think she's gay because she talks the pretty girls at her school before the apocalypse and even mentioned liking one of them. But then her parents bashed her for being possibly gay and all that talk stopped. I think Joey made KAT3 to be like... I don't know, a supporting mother?"
"That's crazy. I was thinking the same thing." Eliza nodded.
"It seems obvious though. Right? Why would she have a crush on a robot?"
"Yeah. That just doesn't make sense."
The bell for first class rang and I began to gather my things.
"I'd love to talk about this more with you. Do you want my number?" Eliza suggests.
"Uhh, sure!"
We exchange he numbers before heading to first class. About half way through, I just realised what had happened.
I just got Eliza Rogerstone-Montgumery's number.
You know, one of the most beautiful and popular girls in school. People would kill to be in my position right now. Everyone wants her. But she hasn't let anyone have her.
Do I have her?
III
Chanse
I tend to hang around with the cheer squad at break, but today, I find myself playing the childish game of Frisbee. We all throw it back and forth over grassed area. Just having a great time. In the distance, I notice Eliza is alone. She's normally not alone at break, Kathryn usually sits with her. Instead, she sits by herself with her book.
I shake my head and dismiss the thought. Only because there was a Frisbee flying my way. I caught it and launched it back out. My mind instantly went back to Eliza.
She's a very attractive woman. Or girl... I don't know. But being Pansexual for me just means that I find everyone attractive.
I stare at Eliza. I let my eyes trail over her. Her brown hair that flows over her body in waves and stops just a over her breasts. Her blue, analytical eyes scanning the page before her, eyebrows creased in concentration. I notice that they do that while she works. It's like they're loosely sewn together and when she stops reading or focusing, the thread slacks all the way. Her lips, a thin line that stays perfectly still when she's not talking or using her mouth.
"Chanse! Catch!"
I react fast and catch the disc in my hand before throwing it too hard, to a point where it lands by Eliza.
"My bad! I'll get it." I volunteer, and then jogging to Eliza under the tree.
"Hey, sorry about the Frisbee." I apologies, picking up the disc that had apparently landed on her lap. My fingers grazed her thigh but she took no notice.
"Mhm." she nodded before turning the page.
I wanted to stay with her and talk about Joey's Apocalyptic Diary. I wanted her attention.
Whoa. What? Since when did I feel like this?
It just be because she popular and comes from a very well-known family. Yeah.
I decide to stay, throwing the Frisbee back to my friends and sit down, next to the brunette.
"What're you reading?" I ask, nodding to her book.
She let out the "Let me finish this chapter." hum and I sat back and waited patiently for her.
She wedged the bookmark into the book and turned to me smiling.
"Loveless by Alice Oseman. It's about a girl who discovers that she's ace-aro but thinks there's something wrong with her because she can't find a romantic relationship." she explained.
"Oh, is it a good read?"
"Oh yeah. This my third time reading it."
"That's great. How come you like it so much?"
"I think I relate to the main character, Georgia. I just can't seem to find anyone to persue a relationship with." she shrugs.
"Don't go looking for just romance," I shake my head, "You wanna find a friendship first. There's always a friendship in a romance."
"That's fair enough. But I have no friends."
"You're quite resevered here. You are quiet and like to be alone sometimes and people think you're weird for it."
"Am I weird? And I don't enjoy loneliness all the time. I do wish I had someone I could talk to under this tree." Eliza gazed up the trunk, resting her head on it.
"Well, I'm here. Right? You just text me when you want me to sit with you." I suggest.
"Really?" she lifter her head to smile at me.
"One hundred and fifty percent." I grin at the excitement in her eyes.
"Oh! We could talk about Joey's Apocalyptic Diary as well!" she gushed.
"Definatley." I nod.
"Oh my god. I love this. I'm really chatty when you get to know me so just let me know when I'm rambling because some people find it really annoying and then I get self-conscious and-"
"Eliza. You are not annoying."
"How do you know?"
"I just do."
"Are we friends?"
I thought that was an odd question. I thought it was obvious that we were friends already.
