Flowergirl

✿✽❀~ seventeen ~❀✽✿

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"I don't know, I'm just a little fazed to be honest...It's not like I have much of a reference point to start with, this is my first girlfriend..."

"It's okay, you don't need to have a reference point, Miles. You just need to listen to what your gut is telling you."

I groaned. "I don't know what it's telling me, Mum. I think mine and Juliet's relationship may be moving too fast, but then again I do tend to overthink things, so I wouldn't really trust me."

"Relationship troubles?" Stacy asked, joining me and Mum at the dining table, devouring our last Gaytime with a determined look on her face. I frowned as I watched her eat the ice-cream and then lick the remnants off her mouth with much more lip-smacking than necessary. Stacy and I had an ongoing rivalry because she knew that Gaytime's were my favourites, but since they were her favourites too and she was over here basically every day, I had to make sure I kept them hidden at all times.

Somehow, she had managed to find my stash today though, and she smirked me up as she sat in the seat next to Mum.

"Wow." I narrowed my eyes at Stacy. "Looks delicious."

She grinned at me, placing the wooden stick down on the table and clasping her hands together. "It was."

A scowl settled on my face as I looked back to Mum, motioning with my eyes for her to get rid of Stacy.

Mum sighed. "Stace, Miles and I are kind of having a—um, private conversation..."

"Oh, please. It's about his flowergirl and anyone with two brain cells would be able to tell." Stacy scoffed at Mum but then turned to me excitedly. "But if the two of you are having trouble, you know I could be a big help..." She sing-songed the end of her sentence and I sighed in defeat. Even if I didn't want her there, she wasn't going anywhere, but she was right. I could use all the help I could get, because in that one week of being with Juliet I had grown more confused than I had ever been in 18 years of life.

"Alright. I guess you can stay," I muttered.

"Ace!" Stacy clasped her hands together and then leaned forward on her arms, waiting intently for me to speak.

Honestly, I wasn't even sure what to say or where to begin explaining what was on my mind. I felt guilty that I was having all these second thoughts when for months, Juliet was the only thing in this world that I wanted. And don't get me wrong, I still wanted her, it was just different. I should've been happier—or at least more satisfied—now that we'd done the naughty, but honestly, I just felt weird. Something about this whole thing felt wrong.

"Mum, don't hate me after I tell you this..."

Mum and Stacy both looked at each other before turning back to me with slightly narrower eyes and I pressed my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. I didn't want to tell either of them this, but it felt like the only way to get them to understand somewhat where I was coming from when I said the relationship was moving really quickly.

Oh God. This is probably a mistake...

"Juliet and I...had—um, sex...? Last week...?"

Stacy's jaw dropped as she stared at me with a half-amused, half-bewildered look, and Mum just took a deep breath, rubbing her temples as she rested her elbows on the table. "Bloody Christ, Miles," she muttered.