We were always meant to be

Chapter 4

"I think it is time to call it a night." I had suggested.

"Yeah. I think we should. I'll call my dad right now."

We got out of the backyard through the house and out from the front door to the street. Iris called her father to pick us up and we walked or tired to walk away from the party house and sat on the streets side to wait. It should take like ten minutes for him to get here.

"You sure your parents won't mind us being drunk and me sleeping at your house?"

"Of they won't. Besides you ask me this every single time. They are chill."

"Right. Just making sure."

"Of course."

"Umm... do you think I am a good daughter?"

"Yes. Of course you are. Never doubt yourself. Even if you down agree with your parents from time to time. Just know you are worthy of a daughter to them and as a person in general."

"Thanks. I needed that."

"Absolute no problem."

I felt happier knowing she was there for me. She knew my parents and how they are. Well I am lucky my parents allow me and Iris to be friends and even are a bit fond of her parents. Not much but still enough to allow me to stay at my best friends house. Like today. Well we are lying about why I am going to her house for a sleepover. My parents would kill me if they find out I drank alcohol or I even had alcohol before which I had. But only once before I gotten somewhat this drunk. Can't tell if today or that time I got more drunk. Either way I was and am drunk.

Thankfully her dad showed up and we got inside the back of the car and drove to her house.

"You two feeling alright?"

"Kind of yeah." I said.

"Yes."

"If you want to throw up just say it quick. Just dont do it in the car."

"of course dad. We will."

"How was the party though?"

"It was nice change of the night." I said.

"Good to know you both had a great time there."

I liked her dad a lot. He was a very nice guy. My dad is not like a bad father, just not the one you would call a funny one. He is quite serious but can be nice and gentle at times. Her mother is the loudest but sweetest woman I have ever met. Mine is sweet with her own way. But because of their strictness I dont see much good with it all but I do understand where they are coming from. Oh how will my sister live. Maybe she will succeed in being a better daughter than me. I mean if she won't be into girls like I am, she is already better but time will tell.

In the car you can hear light music coming from the speakers. Just a light music not loud at all, no where near the one in the party house. The air was chill. A light breeze was coming from the slightly opened windows and fully opened windows from the front, well her dad's side of the window was open fully, the other side was closed. Again this felt very peaceful. I havent felt that way for a while now. I guess knowing that my parents won't accept me of who I am, I have been having a raging storm in my brain. The possible outcomes, the ways they would react but I would never think in the positive way because there is no way they would react positive with this. I am still trying to delay it but I think next week I think I'll have to finally come out of the closet and later to my best friend as well.

I dont think she had figured out I am a lesbian, I've been trying to hide this as much as possible but she is the one I have a crush on doesn't help. Just stay invisible for longer, I always tell myself. Soon I will reveal everything, I promise. I just need strength and courage to do so. Please, the outcome be good. Just with my best friend. I know she doesn't mind others to be in love with the same gender or feel like being an opposite gender is them and all other such things. But the crush on her if she doesn't like me this way, okay we will remain friends, hopefully and my crush would just have to die down and I would try and fall for another girl. But so far I haven't. I've meet and seen some really beautiful girls my age and maybe have considered them being my love interest but knowing my big crush for my best friend was weighting down the other possibilities.