Life in Color (Lesbian)

Mangoes

Mangos

                “What are you getting?” Erica asked when I stood up and walked into the kitchen. We were watching one of my favorite movies of all time, The Lion King, which turned out to be one of her favorites too.

                “A mango popsicle. Want one?” I opened up the freezer and opened the box to grab two.

                “Sure.”

                I opened one and walked back to the couch, handing her the opened one before sitting down and opening my own. I set the white wrapper on the coffee table and wrapped an arm around Erica’s shoulders again. She leaned into me and pulled her feet up on the couch. I stuck the tip of the mango popsicle in my mouth.

                “It’s pretty good.” She looked up at me with that smile.

                “I love them. If I’m at home and writing or drawing or just lying on my bed looking at the stars, I’ve got one.” I didn’t add that they were really the only things that were mine since he didn’t like mangoes.

                When we had both finished, I took the trash and threw it away. I went back to the couch and she wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me. I had an arm around her shoulders, holding her against me. She shifted a little and kissed me softly.

                I chuckled and said, “You taste like mangoes.”

                “You like mangoes.”

                “I love them.” I smiled and kissed her again.

                She then nuzzled into the crook of my neck and sighed happily, but I was a little less content. Not with her, I was more than content with her. I was just wrapped up in my thoughts again.

                “What are we?”

                She looked a little confused. “I thought I was your girlfriend, considering you asked me to go steady with you about an hour ago.” I felt her stiffen a little, like she was worried.

                I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. “I meant outside of my house. At school. The mall. Here, I can be your girlfriend, but I don’t know if you want that outside. The guys at school…I mean, they’re dicks. You’ve heard some of the shit they say about me in the halls.” I remember the first time she heard someone call me a fucking dyke, she was shocked. That was the day I officially told her I was gay. She didn’t know the half of it.

                She nodded, but didn’t say anything for a bit. “All the time in the world, right?” She seemed a little nervous.

                “As much time as you want.”

                “Ok…then…maybe it should be our secret for a little while…just so I can be sure…” She mumbled.

                I understood. It was a big deal, and I didn’t want her to regret anything that happened in our relationship. I could wait for her. I could wait forever for her. “I’ll keep you my secret until you’re ready then.” I kissed her again before we went back to watching the movie.

                She relaxed back into me and we kept watching the movie, and when that was over we played video games, and then went back up to my room. I was calling in sick so I wouldn’t have to go to work today and she was lying down on my bed.