Can't Blame A Queer For Trying

Zoey's a hopeless lesbian

It's 5pm and Cora's slinging her sixth black t-shirt to the floor in an attempt to find the perfect date outfit. I'm laying on her bed looking to the ceiling trying desperately not to undress her with my eyes.
Holy fuck ...this is harder than I thought.When I agreed to help her look for clothes, I didn't think it would take long.
God she looks so beautiful though. I didn't think that seeing her black laced bralette hugging against her would make me so horny. Apparently ,there's a distinction in her wardrobe that is invisible to me because it just looks like she's cycled through the same barely ripped jeans. She looks great in everything she wears. She eventually settles on an outfit hours later. A black top clings to her chest showing just above her belly. She's wearing light wash jeans and a silver chain hangs from her neck. He hair falls just around her face framing her green eyes. Why does she have to be going on a date right now? Why does she have to look so damn cute? Why do I lack any sense of confidence?

She snaps me out of my self-loathing and I nod at the outfit in agreement. I really hope I don't look as embarrassed as I am.

"You ready?" I question.
" She'd be totally crazy not to like you." I said and I meant that.

She chuckles nervously ignoring my last remark,"No, I never am."

" Oh come on! Sara could be your perfect soooulmate." I tease rolling my eyes playfully.

Which I highly doubt that but... what am I gonna say don't go! I'm hopelessly in love with you dumbass? Nope , not today. That would be very selfish. She hadn't gone on a date since breaking up with Britt. That was many months ago. I've had so much time to be honest ,but instead I get all stupid. I just need it to be absolutely perfect when I tell her. What I don't need is to be red in the face and on the verge of a panic attack. That's not cute at all...

She punches me in the shoulder hard in response,"Don't be a smartass."

" Don't load the u-haul just yet." I laugh.

"Ha ha ha , you think you're funny but I gotta go." She stresses her keys half-way in her pocket.

"Tell you all the dirty details lateer?" she asks almost down the staircase.

I see her do her little happy- hops on the way down her vans thudding against the steps.

" You know it!" I holler back swallowing the dread deep in my chest.

I watch her get into her car from my bedroom window and suddenly I'm a teenage girl again. Screaming into the pillow frustrated as fuck till my throat feels raw. Punching my bed and kicking my legs wanting this to end.

I find myself perched on the cold kitchen counter eating out the icecream tub. Moosetracks would never go on a date with a bitch named Sara. Look I know it's not rational for me to be mad. Cora doesn't know I like her and we're not together. She owes no one anything. I'm just bitter. I don't really give a shit at the moment. I'm blasting Fletcher from the speakers when I see Theo come through the front door. They give me a quizzical look before grabbing a spoon and sitting to the right side of me. I lower the volume just a bit.

" You good...? " They question. " I saw Cora driving by on the highway.
I say nothing  just shovel more ice cream in my face.

"She had that date today ,right?" Theo asks almost like they already know.
"Yeah" I say wanting to cut this short.

"You good?" Their eyes watching me fidget with my clothes.

"Picture perfect, why you ask?" I say mumbling, not making eye contact.

" Cause you're eating a lot of icecream and I could hear the sad gay music from the drive." They state plainly.

" I always do this you're just not home..." I say trying to get them off my back.