Perfect.

blood red

"You wouldn't say that if it was your name." Alaska said. I shrugged.

I pulled out the rest of the joint from my pocket and showed her.

"Want some?" I said, smiling like a five year old holding a candy bar.

"What the hell are you doing?! Do you want to get us arrested?" She said. She took it and shoved it in the pocket of her hoodie before I could react.

I frowned.

"Oh stop it. Come on. If you want to smoke this thing, we can't be here. We can go to my house." She said. I realize now it was probably stupid to say yes, but I was pretty high. I nodded.

We walked a little less than half a mile to a small red brick house with a brown door with chipping paint and the number "231" painted in faded black.

"This is it. Sorry, its a shit hole. Oh, and you'll have to excuse the mess in my room. My parents aren't around ofter enough to yell at me to clean it, so I don't." She said. I nodded. We walked in and went to her room. It was kinda messy, not as bad as I had expected though. Mine had been worse. She sat on her bed and patted next to her for me to sit. I did.

She pulled out the joint and lighter since she'd taken both from me while I was being dumb and high. She lit it and put it between her deep red lips. They were blood red. So dark they almost looked black.

Wait, what the hell was wrong with me? Why was I thinking about her lips. I mean, they were puffy and soft looking, but still. What the fuck. I shook myself.

She was holding the blunt out to me. She was high. She'd smoked half of what id brought. How long had I been daydreaming? I took a puff. The high from earlier was fading and I was feeling hungry. My stomach growled and Alaska laughed with her perfect lips.

Oh my god. I did it again. What is happening to me? I can't be a lesbian. I've liked guys forever.

Am I bi? The realization of it struck me.

"Oh my god." I said out loud.