Driving back, I take in and appreciate all the orange and red scenery living around. The old, cracked sidewalks that hold millions of people everyday, walking all over it. Sighing, thoughts of her crawl into my head. God, she's so beautiful. Talking to her was better than flirting with that cute guy at the register while I paid for my gorceries the other day. I mean, he had the whole dark-hair and blue-eyes look going on. Dreamy and perfect but not Rose. I'm pretty nervous about my next move. Freak her out by admitting I'm only half straight? That's like, 50% lying. Well, I never really told her, I was hoping it was obvious I was definitely flirting. As I pulled into my driveway, I got a text from one of my close friends, Josephine. 'Did you want to tell me something? My nephew had an emergency. Let me know!' I turned off the engine and open my messages to reply to Josephine. 'Yeah, can I drop by instead?'. Message sent. I open the door and got out of my car before walking into my home. Throwing my keys onto my counter, I hear a text tone. I walk over to my refrigerator and take out an apple juice box. I take out my phone to see what my friend replied. Scanning the text, I open my juice box and start to sip. Josephine Kingsly has been my friend for the longest of times. We met back when we were in grade school. She's a crazy spirit and I love her to death. Josephine has always been the one to speak her mind and be honest. You will hardly catch this girl on a lie. She comes from a huge Portuguese family and she grew up in such a loving atmosphere with billons of siblings and cousins around. When I came out to her, she wasn't as surprised but it still startled her. I walked over to my bedroom to flat-iron my hair a bit more and plus, my shirt got wrinklely. Whistling some random pop song, I brought out the ironing board and the iron itself. I love to be orderly, it comes with the OCD. As I finished up, I got an impatient message from Josephine. Rolling my eyes and throwing my phone on the bed, I button up the shirt and run my fingers through my long ombré hair. Semi-jogging out to the living room, I snatch the keys from the countertop and fly out the door. I had big news for my friend. I couldn't figure out the time, but it didn't matter because I could always crash at Josephine's.
The drive to her house was rather quick because I made her rent a place nearby for times like these. I locked my car and continued up the stairs to her loft. I didn't even knock. I just opened the door and waltzed inside.
"JOSEY,' I shouted into the seemingly empty room. Her head poked out from a doorway and she waved frantically. Laughing, I followed her in.
"You won't believe whom I've met," I excitedly started to say. Her medium length blonde hair is confiscated in a bun. Josephine was sitting criss-cross on the floor of the game room staring back at me, whereas I was in a relaxed position with my arms crossed, leaning on the doorway, posing with my feet crossed at the ankles. She urged me, with her big green eyes, to go on.
