oh. [sashanne]

{eight}

When we stop kissing Anne looks at me with confusion, and her parents do too. I feel guilty about it but then Anne gives me a warm grin. I stand up and hug her tight, and I feel her parents staring at me with confusion.

I mean, I'd be confused too. Your daughter's friend comes over in tears, sits on your couch, kisses your daughter, and stops crying. Pretty weird thing to do.

"So... yeah. I'm.. yeah. I'm gay." Anne mutters, looking at her parents. They jump up and hug her, and I am blinded with jealousy. I wish my mom acted like this. I wish she hugged me instead of acting like I did something terrible.

No time for jealousy, because guess who showed up?

None other than Ms. Waybright, my mother. I want to curl up in a ball and die. I might. I actually consider it for a second.

"Sasha. This is just unacceptable. The second I try to have a meaningful conversation with you, you run off to the Boonchuy's house." Mom scoffs. I turn my head to the side and bite my lip. At least she didn't see us kissing. That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.

"Mom, I-"

"Sasha. I don't hate you for being.. you know. It's just.. not who I think you are. It's not who you are." She sighs, and I burst into tears again.

"You're right.. I'm sorry." I stammer, and I feel someone hug me. It's definitely not my mom.

"Love ya lots, Sash." Anne whispers to me. She plants a kiss on my forehead and I feel my face heat up. She giggles at me being flustered but I can tell she is, too.

"Maybe you're correct. About being.. you know. I mean, you and the Boonchuy kid.." My mom mumbles, rolls her eyes, and leaves. I guess she's just leaving me here?

"So... Do you wanna, like, be my girlfriend or something?" Anne asks, staring down at her feet. I rub my eyes and nod, kicking my feet at the carpet. Everything is happening so fast right now. I think this gave me whiplash. Whatever whiplash is.

Anne reaches her hand out and I slowly hold it. She squeezes my hand and I just stand there, so confused on how I went from talking to Marcy to crying to kissing Anne to crying again and now I'm dating Anne.

I just can't believe I'm dating Anne. The words feel so weird and unfamiliar.

Dating Anne. Dating Anne. Dating Anne. Dating Anne.

Sounds like a mantra or something.

I'm still not 100% sure I'm gay though. Maybe it's a one time thing. Maybe it's just one girl. I only like one girl, but I'll probably like hundreds of guys. Some day.

Oh man, this is gonna be hard to explain to the cheerleading squad.