Finding You - LGBTQ+ Fiction

Chapter One

2 days before leaving for Mallorca...

Daisy is in my room, laying on my bed like it's hers while scrolling through Tinder and singing along with our shared playlist; it's currently playing Kill Bill by SZA, our favourite songs since Daisy broke up with her first boyfriend. They've been together for 5 months, but when Daisy told him she is bisexual, he took it so well that he broke up with her through a TEXT! The boy didn't even have the balls.

However, this didn't stop Daisy from throwing eggs at his brand-new Mercedes gifted few weeks ago for his birthday. Unfortunately, we couldn't see his reaction, but I bet fire and smoke were coming out from his nose.

"Have you packed already, or are you just wasting time to avoid becoming organised for once?" I tell her while she gives me the side eye when I mark 'organised'.

"Your sarcasm never fails to surprise me, Rachel", Daisy says while rolling her eyes, "And yes, I haven't packed, and I am not intended to till tomorrow", she enthusiastically says while standing up on my bed and nonchalantly dancing like what I said didn't bother to her at all.

She stepped down from the bed and examined like 'approving/disapproving' what I would wear throughout the holiday.

"How're things with Seb? He is acting a bit different since we left college." emphasising the 'different' like I know what she is stating.

"I don't know what you are talking about... it seems just Seb. Right?" Our eyes crossed when I said 'right', and I could tell from her look I was lying to myself, avoiding anything about why Seb was acting so weird lately.

"I don't feel like talking about it right now; I want to pack and think about having so much fun, drinking, clubbing, going to the beach –"

"Meeting someone better than Seb", Daisy carries on my sentence, and the second she said that, I didn't feel angry or disappointed by her statement; my gut felt light like that's what I needed to hear!

But instead, I throw her Bobs, one of my teddy bears.

"Don't you dare hurt Bobs Rachel!" Daisy dramatically says while cuddling Bobs like he always had feelings. I scroll my head while smiling at her hilarious statement.

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about all the drama we experienced in college: from divorced teachers, married teachers, popular girls crying cause they got cheated, nerds becoming hotties and hotties becoming 'too over the top' for even being considered 17 years old teenagers. We guessed where our classmate would study afterwards and stalked some girls and boys Daisy liked on Tinder. All of this while I was packing for Mallorca. Let's call it multi-tasking or 'how Daisy wastes my time while packing for the holiday I've been waiting for the past 2 years."

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Daisy left 2 hours ago, and I've finally packed what I need for the trip.

I throw myself on my bed, my back bounces from its comfy impact, and I begin scrolling Instagram looking at my 'not-so friends' I've followed just because they were my classmates.

20 minutes after, I received a Facetime call from Seb, and I replied so quickly that he didn't even have time to end his conversation with his mother.

"Damn, that was quick!" Seb said while laughing under his not-so-manly beard.

"Yeah, I know!" I say, blushing and hiding my face behind my messy, tied hair. 

"What have you been up to today?" – me and Seb usually Facetime every day, even if we have seen each other the same morning. He never disagreed with it, and it looked like he enjoyed... until recently.

"Not much, just been packing. I am going out tonight with some friends and –"

I stop him so brutally that his eyes widen in surprise. 

"What? Who are those "friends" Masking my jealousy and irritation for not knowing what was happening.

"You don't know them, they are from the summer camp I did in Year 9" – yes, Seb did a summer camp in Year 9, and he spent the next 2 months talking about it as it was the best adventure he had ever had. Later, he admitted that a girl (he never mentioned the name) kissed him by the lake, and he always claimed to be in love with her. But now he is in love with me... I hope.

"Okay, have fun," I say, maybe too enthusiastically, hiding what I felt to avoid ruining the moment.

"I love you."

"I lo-" I couldn't finish the sentence that he was gone.