HAYLOFT jj maybank

wendy or gwen? who's who?

Prologue:
wendy or gwen? who's who?

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Rafe Cameron was, and always would be, a shitty person.

Gwen had been at Sarah's house for hours and her stupid brother had hit on her at least 5 times, seriously, can't the guy take a fucking hint? Each comment about her ass or her outfit or her body as a whole or even her personality (she knew he was fed up with her rejection at this point) made her want to drown him in the pool in his back garden.

Sarah hated it too, she was always slightly uncomfortable whenever something remotely PG-13 happened around her which Gwen thought was kinda childish of her but soon realised that Sarah had been raised very differently in that area of expertise (Gwen had seen JJ macking on every girl with a pulse, and distant single mothers weren't the best at teaching their daughters how to be modest, or at least, in her experience they weren't).

Sarah eventually got fed up of being in the pool meaning that Gwen could wear her clothes again and protect herself from Rafe's prying eyes, although, her shirt was a bit too small and see through and her shorts... well it's safe to say that she'd had had yet another growth spurt but she didn't really care, she used to wear worse to school (JJ and John B's eyes would always be fixed to her chest when they were friends).

Now safely hidden in Sarah's room, Gwen felt a lot more relaxed despite the sweltering heat.

"You're so pretty, d'ya know that Wendy?"

Gwen's head shot up, eyes wide, cheeks red. Sarah smiled at her friend, eyes soft as she shuffled closer to her on the bed, hair tucked behind her ears delicately, making her look like actual royalty. Gwen smiled at the girl. "You're real pretty too Sar," eyes flickering over her face, shocked at how flustered she'd become, her cheeks glowing red, lower lip caught between her teeth nervously.

"Do you... How did you know that you liked girls?"

Silence.

Sarah's eyes widened drastically, apologies clinging to the tip of her tongue, ready to roll into existence before Gwen shrugged slightly, trying to remember when it hit her. "Uhhh like 8th grade maybe? Why? You interested in some girl-on-girl action?" she teased, playfully looming closer to her best friend before laughing loudly. Sarah went unusually quiet and her doe eyes were focused on playing with her hands, Gwen froze. "Uhh... shit I—"

The Cameron girl rolled her eyes, covering Gwen's mouth with her hand quickly, lips curved upwards gently. They were close. Really close. Gwen could feel her palms going sweaty and her heart rate increase as her best friend shuffled even closer to her, her previous state of nervousness now gone. "Can you... can you kiss me? I just wanna see that's all, it won't mean anything," she whispered, the words hovering in the air, her tone so sweet Gwen felt like she could taste it— would the Kook Princess taste like honey? Gwen wasn't sure, but she was willing to find out. She slid her hands onto Sarah's face, almost laughing at the way her hands were demurely sat in her lap, hovered her mouth over Sarah's, smiled, and then pressed their lips together quickly.

Kissing Sarah Cameron was never something that occurred to Gwen, but now that she was... damn, she was so fucking glad she liked girls. She kissed gently, unlike literally every other person Gwen had ever kissed, maybe it was nerves, but it was nice. She was a good kisser; her full lips were definitely as soft as she'd thought they would be and then, Gwen panicked.

Oh my God I'm kissing Sarah, I'm kissing my best friend!!!! She's straight, I'm taking advantage of her—wait, never mind she asked me... Is she enjoying this as much as I am?? Fuck fuck fuck fuck am I doing too much? I should pull away, I should pull away, ugh but I don't want to... she's a good kisser. No! Pull the fuck away Wendy you idiot, pull away now!!!!! Oh God I'm so gay.... shit I hope she locked the door because if Rafe walked in this would be so—