My mom yells at me as I come down the steps. Something about how the friend I'd been wanting to call forever and thought hated me finally called and left a message. I freaked.
SHE DID?!
AHHHHHH!
I run to the home phone and pick it up off the base. I called her number back as I sprint back up to my room. I shut the door and bounce on to my bed just as she picks up. I hear the excitement in her voice.
"Hey!"
"Hi!" I reply, giggling. Not so much because of past feelings I had for her, but for the fact no one has called me in days.
She goes through apologies and I can tell she means them. Then she asks how I've been, I reply good. And she asks again, but I'm not bothering her with my problems, I reply with good again. We talk about nonsense, and then guys.
Then she says she's tired because she played soccer the night before. I laugh, she is not a soccer girl at all. She pauses her laugh. "Ohh! I played soccer! Does that mean you have a crush on me now?" I laugh, assuring her that yes, I did in fact have a crush on her and I would have to break every guys heart who liked me because I was so hers. We laugh, but she has no idea that a couple weeks ago, I really was.
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Rambles of a Queer Girl
Teen FictionIt was different. I felt something different. They couldn't be butterflies. No. Not with them. I can't get butterflies. She's a girl. No. I'm just lonely. No, I'm just depressed. No, I can't like a boy and a girl at the same time. That's too far, w...
