The Girl From Heaven

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Evangeline was fifteen when it first happened, the first time she'd kissed a girl. It was a foreign feeling, kissing someone of the same sex. One that made you feel lightheaded and weak in the knees. She was astonished, her emotions running a muck. It happened on her birthday, the exact day she'd turned fifteen. Her parents -after much begging and pleading- were persuaded into letting her have her birthday party at her best friend's house, having her pinky-swear to celebrate her next birthday with her family. Evangeline agreed happily, knowing that she celebrated her birthday with her family every year, this year being the only exception (at least until she was eighteen, that is.) Next year, though, would be extra special, because next year would be her sixteenth birthday.

"What's next, Mary?" Evangeline asked her best friend, still giggling after having lost a round of beer-pong to one of her school friends. Maria had somehow convinced Evangeline into letting her plan the young girl's party, so the poor girl had no clue what was planned next.

"Next, we play 'spin-the-bottle'." Maria said, grabbing one of the two wine bottles from the snack table they had set up in the basement, taking a seat on the carpeted floor.

Maria had come from a quite wealthy family, which resulted in the young girl getting anything she wanted, a fully flourished basement being one of them. Maria's parents spoiled her with riches, hoping to show their love through gifts to make up for their lack of presence in her life. Mr. and Mrs. Vasquez were busy people. Even with being spoiled by her parents, Maria did not play the role of a snobby, rich, white girl. She cared about how others felt, and most often helped when she was needed. She even volunteered at soup kitchens every Wednesday, volunteering at the hospital on Thursdays.

And while Maria liked being a good Samaritan, she also adored being bad. She craved it. So every weekend, Maria partied hard like there was no tomorrow and went to church on Sunday morning with her best friend as if she wasn't just sinning the day before. But deep down, Maria knew why she acted like this. She wanted attention; attention from her parents to be more specific. Maria craved to be reprimanded for her stupid actions by her mother or father. She wanted to be screamed at for coming in late, even if it wasn't a school night. But each night Maria was met with silence, no one to welcome her home but her live-in nanny, Carol.

Eva rolled her eyes but took a seat across from her best friend, the surrounding party-goers following in her footsteps.

"This is so sixth grade Mary." Eva replied, a small pout on her lips as she folded her arms over each other.

"Yeah, well this was a last minute decision since someone took too long to decide whether I was planning their party or not." Maria ranted.

"Whatever." Evangeline huffed, blowing upwards at the hairs that framed her delicate face.

"Alright," Maria started, clapping her hands together after placing the bottle in the center of the circle they'd formed, "who's first?"

"Shouldn't the birthday girl go first?" Zach asked. Zachary Blake had been Evangeline's crush since third grade. But as the cliche story goes, Zachary Blake never noticed her, friend-zoning the young girl.

"I'd rather not." She replies lamely. Maria rolls her eyes.

"Eva, you're such a pussy." She sneers, making everyone laugh.

"As if." Eva scoffs quoting her favorite movie.

"Fine then, I'll go." She shrugs, grabbing the bottle and giving it a twist. It spins a total of six times before coming to a slow stop on the person she least expected; Zach. Eva and Maria looked to each other with wide eyes. Maria's eyes questioned Eva, waiting for her approval. Evangeline questions herself in that moment: to expose herself or to let her best friend kiss her long-term crush? But what harm could the latter do? So with that, Eva gave a small barely-noticed nod. Maria was confused. Why would Eva let her kiss Zach? She didn't give it a second thought though. Maria trusted her best friend. Even when she made the stupidest of decisions, she trusted her. The girl leaned over the bottle and cupped Zach's smirking face and kissed him. And while the kiss only lasted a minute and thirty seconds (Eva counted), it was excruciatingly long.