Tangled Tracks on Side B

Chapter 4

On Saturday I was looking forward to going to Lanes R Us. Not as much about going with Lucas. But I wasn't going to cancel on him and make things weird at school.

After my ride home on the bus with Sadie I hadn't had a chance to talk to her again, the locker room hadn't been as empty and she never approached me when anybody else was around.

I did notice her eyes finding mine here and there but not even for long enough for my teammates to notice and be jackasses about it, which meant it hadn't been anything more than quick and sporadic glances between the cafeteria, the hallways, and the locker room.

I had replayed our interactions from the bus many times over, mostly before falling asleep at night.

I couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was that I felt and why, it was overwhelming.

I could not deny to myself that I felt attracted to the girl, what perfect timing, I had just told many people I wasn't gay just to realize I probably wasn't straight either.

I also felt that it was an unfair circumstance though, who wouldn't have been attracted to Sadie? Did that truly mean anything when it came to my romantic or sexual orientation?

Finding Sadie very attractive seemed more like a matter of common sense to me than a hint about myself.

I stood in front of my mirror, I was wearing light-colored straight jeans and a tight crop top t-shirt. I tied up my hair in a ponytail with loose strands and started applying a heavier layer of makeup than what I would have usually worn to school.

Neither of my brothers was going to the bowling alley, they each had their own other commitments. I knew Lucas, and I knew a few other boys that would have been there probably, I wasn't close to anybody in particular but I had no worries when it came to playing games and eating pizza.

"Wow!" Mom Amelia saw me from the entrance of my room, my door was open and my room was the closest to my moms'.

I laughed, "Can you believe there's this under all of those hoodies?" I felt cute.

She took it as an invitation to enter the room and stood right behind me.

She looked at our reflection in the mirror, "You are so perfect," She said in a whisper.

"Can I add something to it?" She asked with excitement.

I couldn't say no seeing how giddy she was.

She ran off to the next room and came back with one of my mom Laura's lipsticks, I smiled at her, I usually didn't wear lipstick but Mom Laura would often wear bold ones when going out.

"You can totally take it off if you don't like it," She clarified while holding my chin and applying it for me, she had a very intent look and seemed so pleased with herself.

"Look!" She gently spun me to face the mirror again.

I did look exactly like my mom Laura, I could think of a specific picture from right before she got pregnant with Gabe, she was around my age then, or maybe slightly younger.

I looked good.

For a brief moment, I wondered if people from school spoke about me in the same way they spoke about my moms and brothers. The thought made me feel uncomfortable, I didn't wish for that to be the case but it also kind of would've sucked to be the only not "super hot" person in my family.

I took another look in the mirror and fixed my boobs in my bra to make it look fuller, my mom laughed behind me.

"I know that trick," She joked and I blushed.