When I Walked In (Lesbian)

Why the fuck is she looking at me? I think to myself. I'm nothing special. Just another foreigner from Italy. I'm just a regular brunette with pink dip-dye. Maybe it's because my hair is so long. It does stop at my bellybutton. No, that's not it. Maybe it's my grey eyes. No. Ooohhh! My nose ring, lip and eyebrow stud. That's gotta be it. But other than that i'm just regular Marisol Vincelli, Mary for short.

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I walk over to my closet and grab my lucky jeans that I bought when I lived in Italy. I slip on the holey denim skinny jeans and grab a huge grey sweatshirt with the Italian flag on it. I put on some all black converses and brush my light brown hair down straight, making sure not to mess up my middle part. I grab my Aviators and walk down the stairs, only to see my dad.

"Heyy, papa," I say with my heavy Italian accent.

"Where are you going?"

"Just out. It's really cramped here with boxes and stuff."

"Ok. Have fun."

I grab the keys to my Fiao and walk outside. I get in and drive to the local vintage thrift store. I just love how Americans dressed in the 70s.

I park the car and go inside. The place is crowded and cramped with many people. I walk through quickly, only to bump into a girl maybe an inch or so taller than me.

"Oh, I am so sorry," I say.

The girl smiles after hearing me talk.

"You Italian?"

"Yes," I say with a smile.

"Nice..but it's fine, it was probably my fault anyway."

I smile and walk away.

I look through the racks for about twenty minutes, all of the people gone except five or six not including me. I glance up and see the girl I bumped into earlier looking at me. When I see her, she quickly looks away.

The girl has platinum blonde hair and a long bang that strethes from one side of her face to the other. She has icy blue eyes and a nose ring, just like mine.

I look back down and continue walking. About ten minutes later, I'm done shopping and walk to the cash register. I turn around looking to see if the girl is still there. No, thank the Lord.

"Mam."

"Huh?" I say, not paying attention.

"You're total will be $26.97."

"Oh, right."

I hand the lady the money only to see the girl at the back of the store looking at me. I quick take my change and scurry outta the door, the blonde girl holding the door for me.

"Thank you," I say slowly.

"Anytime..so, uhh, when did you move here from Italy?"

"A month ago."

She smiles. "Really?"

"Yes, it was big change."

She smiles again. "I'm guessing you're just learning English now," the girl says, following me as I walk to my car.

"Yes. Just start actually."

"Started, you mean," she says with a chuckle.

I get a confused look.

"Nevermind."

She stops walking when we get to my car. I throw the bags in and turn to her.

"It was very nice to meet you but..I must go. Papa is waiting for me at home. I must help unpack."