You'll always be... (GirlxGirl)

So this is my first all girlxgirl type story... it's not that good so far, but I hope you guys like it :)

How did this happen?

Zoe was looking for somebody to shed a little light on the subject.

She stared, bleary-eyed out of the window at the sunlight winking over the horizon, turning the sky pomegranate.

She was straight. Straight.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and then opened them slowly, glancing down at the other inhabitant of the bed.

This can’t be real, she thought, staring down at Liza’s face, pensive in deep slumber.

What the fuck happened last night? Zoe rubbed her head and her eyes, trying to wake up or recall any details of the events of last night.

She could only make out fuzzy, muffled images of a party, people drunk and partying, and taking Liza’s hand. Then it all went blank.

Zoe looked down at herself, and her eyes went wide. …Why am I in my underwear…?

She hurriedly covered herself up with her side of the covers, and hastily shook Liza. Zoe was going to find out where she was and exactly how she got there.

Liza yawned and stretched for what seemed like ten minutes. Then, she finally opened her eyes and stared up a Zoe with a face Zoe had only seen her give to her boyfriends.

Zoe had a look of horror on her face. Liza was half-naked, also.

“Liza…?” Zoe’s voice was shaky, and she wasn’t really sure what to say next.

Liza giggled softly and sat up, a smirk inching its way across her lips, looking at Zoe.

“Morning, sleepy-head...” Liza giggled again, cupping her hands around Zoe’s neck, and pressing their lips together.

It took Zoe a few seconds to realize what was going on, and the she quickly pulled away. She looked Liza seriously in the eyes, and tried to remain composed.

“Liza… what happened last night?”

Liza smirked again, wider this time. “What do you think?”

Zoe took a deep breath. Liza was always impossible. “Please, I’m begging you… what happened? Where am I?” She looked down again, blushing. “…And where are my clothes?”

Liza sighed. “Well, we went to Trevor’s party last night and, well… you got really drunk.”

Zoe gasped. She was always a good girl. Her parents would never forgive her if they found out about this.

Ignoring the gasp from Zoe, Liza went on. “Once everyone was nice and liquored up, we started playing seven minutes in heaven. And come on, what horny high school kid doesn’t wanna lock you and me up in a closet to see what happens?”

Zoe’s eyes went wide, and she looked around the room. She realized she was actually somewhere she knew all along… Liza’s bedroom.

Zoe spoke up, softly and slowly. “So… we walked back to your house to…”

Liza nodded, looking down. “It was actually your idea…”

Zoe was awestruck. She had known Liza was bisexual for three years, but she never knew Liza had feelings for her like that. They were best friends since kindergarten, and Zoe had made it very clear that she was straight… didn’t she?

Zoe snapped out of her trance to find Liza whimpering. Protective instincts getting the best of her, Zoe embraced her, asking what was making her upset.

Liza pulled away and looked into Zoe’s green eyes. Liza always loved those eyes.

She sniffled. “I just knew when you sobered up you wouldn’t want to be with me!” She was crying louder now, burying her head in Zoe’s bare shoulder.

Zoe had no idea what do say. She was still trying to process the fact that she had not only been with a girl, but her best friend none the less.

Zoe looked at her caringly. “Tell you what, let me think on it. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m ready for a relationship, let alone one of the same sex.”

Liza sighed, but nodded. “I know it’s going to end just like all the others, but I’ll let you ‘think on it’ anyway.”

Zoe nodded and sighed. Liza was stubborn as a donkey, and sometimes it got on her nerves. But they were best friends regardless.

Zoe climbed out of bed, finding her clothes scattered on the floor. She plucked them up on by one, slipping them all back on. She could feel Liza’s eyes on her, but chose to ignore it.

She went up to Liza’s dresser, running a brush through her hair and looking at herself in the mirror. Luckily it was Saturday, and she could just tell her parents she slept over at Liza’s… she technically wouldn’t be lying, right?

Liza walked up behind her as she turned to leave, still in her bra and underwear.

Liza stammered. “I was just wondering, um… before you start thinking… could we just, um… one last little…?”

Zoe put a finger to Liza’s lips and gave her a sweet little kiss. She pulled away and they both smiled.

They would still always be best friends, no matter how heavy the burden.

And that’s how the hoped it would always stay.