A Better Boyfriend (GirlxGirl)

Four- Destiny

I had spent the whole day working on a book I was writing. It was typically Scarlet who wrote, but I had been feeling like doing so for days. I supposed the events of the past few evenings had kind of made me want to take advantage of my main creative outlet. After all, I was doing a brilliant job at not thinking about Scarlet. Alright, that was a total lie. It wasn't only her that was on my mind, though. I couldn't help but think about Chase and him being a total dickface at the club, a few evenings before Scarlet's birthday. She didn't deserve that. I had to wonder, would he ever step up? Would he ever actually make an effort? This may sound vaguely misandrist, but hear me out, I was fairly sure most men suffered from something I termed 'guy disease', wherein they make an effort for the first two weeks of the relationship, and then completely give up.

I didn't need guys. Like, literally, I did not need guys. I was, much to my parents' dismay at first, a total raging homosexual. I had always been like this. You know, it's the age old question: when did you know? I just knew. Probably before I was even in secondary school. Girls were cute and guys were just...there. They didn't do anything for me. I remember girls in my class would ask me if I had a crush on any of the boys and the answer to that would always be a firm 'no'. The looks I got after that had even me wondering if something was wrong with me, but then Scarlet came along, and she was the most understanding and gentlest-natured friend I had the pleasure of knowing. She also happened to be the first girl I came out to.

I was never going to make any apologies for the way that I was. This wasn't just a thought or a phase, this was my life. Nobody was going to instil doubt in me that this was who I was.

"I mean, honey, you were born to be a lesbian," Andre, my best friend (who is also completely and utterly gay) had told me at one point.

He was right.

Nonetheless, as much as I'm going on about it right now, I think there's this preconceived notion that gay people are most noted for their, well, gayness.

Not me.

Certainly not Andre.

The matter is that yes, I am gay, but that isn't everything. It is not the most interesting thing about me, but it isn't the least, either. I honour who I am, but I, Destiny White, am also so much more than a simple label.

I am an artistic soul, I am hardworking, and I'd like to think I know where I'm going in this world. At the very least, I'm trying to work that one out.

My phone began to buzz, and I checked it to read I had a text from Scarlet. She was asking me if I wanted to go for a walk.

Of course. I quickly texted back to her, because if I was nothing else to her, I would be her most reliable friend. If Scarlet couldn't trust Chase, then she could turn to me.

Sometimes, though, I had to admit, I worried about her and Chase. I worried that the two of them would marry and have kids and then there wouldn't be any need for me in the equation, because what good is a friend when you have a whole husband? I supposed that, admittedly, my insecurities were probably running away with themselves, there. I supposed that was one of my core fears- losing Scarlet, but if she trusted me then I knew it was essential that I did the same for her. She wasn't going to go anywhere, because we were best friends. We always would be.

I decided to distract my mind from all of these concerns by getting ready. I then headed out of the door and towards the forest where Scarlet and I would oftentimes hang out.

"Hey," I greeted her with a smile.

"Hi," she replied. "Are you not working today?" she asked me.

I worked as an editor for a magazine company, while Scarlet was a journalist and also wrote stories on the side. She was trying to get one of them published at the moment, actually, and I had wished her every success with that. She was an incredible writer. Honestly, J.K. Rowling should be quaking in her chair.

"Nah. Tomorrow. I may do a few pieces later, though," I said.

"That literally does not surprise me one bit," Scarlet replied with a knowing smile. "You always work so hard."

"I try. Anyway, how have things been going with you and Chase?" I enquired.

Scarlet shrugged.

"I don't really want to talk about him right now," she said.

"You're way better than him," I blurted.

Alright, that was a silly move on my part, but it was true.

At my comment, Scarlet's cheeks went, well, a shade of scarlet, but she didn't comment on what I had said. It was probably a good thing. I didn't want to dwell on Chase either, after all, and I didn't need to repeat all of the reasons for that.

"Thank you for coming out here with me," Scarlet said.

I gave a little shake of my head.

"You don't have to thank me. Spending time with you is a privilege. I can't imagine where else I'd rather be," I said.

Scarlet smiled, now.

"Did I tell you what happened when I got home last night yet?" she asked me.

"No. Did you kill Chase?" I returned.