Fairytale?

Chapter 20- Still Be Love

And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back- a faded dream;
-

"Sanya?"

"Bonnie."

"Are you awake?"

Sanya had her eyes closed, but mentally rolled her eyes. It wasn't as gratifying, but she did not want to open her eyes again. There were lovely little galaxies being spun in the darkness of her closed eyes, and she was so near to falling asleep...to dreaming...
"No."

"Sanya." Bonnie threw Leo at her face. Still, the younger girl kept her eyes stubbornly closed. "You're awake enough to talk."

"Unless the talking is about you and Susan kissing on your walk- no."
In hindsight, before asking that, she should have found out what Bonnie's thoughts on the matter of- of- Heavens, what was the word!? Home-something?
Homosexual. Homosexuality. Yes. She was so sleepy.

"We didn't kiss." She said, and Sanya could hear the blush in her voice. "I- I mean- we're both girls! Of course we didn't kiss- how could we- it's not poss-"

"I've kissed girls. I've kissed boys."
Technically, they were women and men, since that had been when she'd been in her thirties.
And even if she hadn't, she would have still found multiple genders attractive.
"I've kissed folks who don't wish to be known as either- or wish to be known as both. And I enjoy it all. I assure you, it's very possible."
Yet again, before saying that, she should have thought it through.
But she really was very sleepy.

Bonnie's next words were out of pure shock, "You're sixteen years old."

Here, Sanya finally opened her eyes, the galaxies disappearing, turning her head to look at Bonnie's gaping face.
"That's the part you have a problem with?" Yes, fair enough, she was sixteen and had been in a very committed relationship with Edmund since she was thirteen, as far as this world knew- but that wasn't what would be most apparent to a bigot. "Not the fact that I, a girl, have kissed people who are not boys?"

"No." Bonnie said, and she was blushing again. But she kept her gaze steadfast as she looked at Sanya on the other side of the bed, who had her eyebrows raised very high at her. "I don't care about that. People should be with- and be- and kiss whomever they like. The world has far bigger issues than friends of Dorothy."

She felt suddenly relieved. She'd not realised the little knot of anxiety that had been in her heart, about if Bonnie did not accept that part of her. The knot wasn't there anymore, loosened and erased by her words, and she wanted to sigh in so much relief.
"You know, I've heard that phrase before, and I still don't know what it means."

"It's- supposed to be covert code for homosexual folk." But Sanya wasn't exactly that, if she had liked kissing boys, too... "Or- well, anyone who isn't strictly heterosexual."

"How is it covert if everyone knows it?"

"Because the homosexuals and the people who support them use it. The ones who don't support- they use-" Bonnie shut her eyes for a moment, sighing, "other words."

"Yes." Sanya said flatly, remembering the boys she had beaten up and what they'd called Edmund. "Yes, I know."

"Does Edmund know?" She asked suddenly, her brows creasing. "About- about your preferences?"

"Oh, yes. He does. He knows-" everything, she had been about to say. But he didn't. "He knows me."
And he understood- especially given his own lack of preference.
But she didn't say that either, because it wasn't her place to say.
"We weren't together when I kissed those other people." She added, in case Bonnie was thinking she had cheated on him. "I promise, I've always been a loyal wi- girlfriend."