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My gay crisis

To put this simply, I'm having a gay crisis.
If you didn't know, I identify as she/her and currently aro/ace.
The problem though, is a girl.
A very, very cute girl.
I don't really know what makes her cute, I think that it's just easier to describe her with that term.
But I think I need to get to the story before you all leave.
I'm a gymnast, and kinda like half in the closet. Only a few of my friends at the gym know that I'm aro/ace, and most these friends happen to be on the spectrum too. You have "The Queen" who is pansexual. "Robo Bird", Omnisexual with a preference for girls. And there are a couple more, but they're not currently important to this story.
You see, my gym is at a YMCA, and The Queen's sister is a lifeguard there. She and Queen both have very vibrant and bubbly personalities, and despite never speaking to her before, I always thought she was really cool.
During a conversation with Queen, (where I actually came out to her, basically using an analogy of how straight people are a line, pans are a blob of ink, and how I don't have a line.) her sister walked by outside the gym, and Queen was showing off for her, Queen mentioned that her sister was a lesbian. I didn't think too much of it, I had been telling her and my friends that I loved her personality for a while now.
About a week later, Queen mentions that she had asked her sister about giving me her sister's number.
I quite literally hid my face in a corner to hide me from blushing.
Maybe two weeks later Queen's sister walks by again. Robo Bird decides to call to me, "hey, your girlfriend is here!"
Queen shows off to her sister again, and I dutifully help by providing jazz hands while blushing yet again.
I couldn't get her out of my head.
I didn't want to...*ahem*...frickle frackle, but I did want to do stupid silly stuff, like watch Netflix movies together and cuddle, or bake cookies together, give her a bouquet of chicken nuggets because yes, that would be super cool.
But then I discovered the definition of a "Squish".
In short, it is wanting to be more than friends with a person, but not quite in a relationship.
I took a long hard look at what it was that I wanted, and I realized that I didn't have a crush, I had a squish.
I wanted a girlfriend, not a wife.
Marriage? Never.
A long-term girlfriend? No, couldn't imagine it.
So I didn't have a crush on her? Fine. No big deal, I'm back to before. Aroace. Not...gayace.
The only problem is, I don't want to go back.
The idea of a girlfriend, it's so amazing I can hardly believe it.
But the problems keep building up.

Am I really gay? What if I work up the courage, ask her, start dating, and suddenly no, that's not what I want. Then I just hurt the girl I liked.
If it really is what I want, how do I tell my parents? I'm scared enough trying to figure out how to tell them I'm asexual, and that they need to start looking elsewhere for their grandchildren.
Gayness has been in my family before, it's not all that new. But said gay person was my uncle, who has now been deceased for about 15-16 years.
And now, I am alone in the spectrum.
So this is my spiel, not too much you can learn from it, but writing is supposed to be therapeutic.

Love Y'all Gente
Love, Jamie