lemon squeezy....(girlxgirl)

Chapter Two xx

I laid awake on my bed, still feeling the slight tug on the salty residue on my face. I would have washed my face but I hadn't thought of it. I was much too drained to do so. I laid there listening to the environment. The house was silent except for the hum of the heat and occasional bump in the vents sounding like a monster trapped in its own stupidity.

I rolled on to my side, and looked out into the window the curtains slightly swaying to the blow of the wind coming in from outside. From my position I could look out into the street and see as far as five houses down thanks to the curve. Luckily for me, Bryce lived directly in front of me. I almost rolled away until I saw a car roll up to their house, one I had never seen before. It was a gray sedan that looked like a newer model but I was never sure of these things. I watched as a man and a girl emerge from the vehicle. The man made his way to the trunk and pulled out a backpack, two orange suitcases and a box. He passed the girl the back and one of the suitcases and tucked the box under his arm. He dragged the second suitcase to the door with the blond girl in tow. In that moment, I noticed that the girl was wearing a pale pink dress with black converse. It certainly wasn't cold outside but, as most night are at this time of year, was chilly. She confirmed my suspicious by shivering and I longed to warm her up. Once they had reached the door, he set the items down and turned to her. Gripping her chin between his pointer and thumb, he said a few words and left. As he walked to his car and pulled, the girl's sorry eyes followed his every move. She closed her eyes, breathed out through her mouth and turned to knock on the door. When the door opened, it revealed a sleepy Bryce who looked utterly confused then shocked then engulfed the girl in a hug. Somehow I got the impression she was a person he thought would never see again. As Mrs. Finch entered the scene I rolled over again. After hearing a door close, I reached for my phone.

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"What do you mean you think you might be attracted to Bryce's sister?"

Ryan has come over some twenty minutes after I called him.

He cleared his throat. "I didn't even know Bryce had a sister and since when have you been attracted to girls?"

I shrugged. "I haven't attracted to much people really but I'd like to think all my life." I watched him react.

He looked away then stared straight ahead as if he were thinking really hard. Then he swallowed. "You know, I don't like you very much right now."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "And why is that?"

"One. How could you not tell me? I am your best friend! Two. For so long, I've been wanting to tell you and-"

"You're gay." It was supposed to be a question but it came out as more of a statement. "And a hypocrite." I added, tapping his nose.

He gave me a look that showed relief, annoyed, regret and happiness. I rolled my eyes and pulled him into a hug. "Dude, we have sleepovers all the time. You go goo-goo every time I mention Adam Levine. Plus, I have been your best friend for a while now. It doesn't take a genius Ry."

"But your sister told me you liked me."

"I do."

"But I'm gay."

"And?"

He just stared at me with a stumped expression.

I sighed. "Hun, I have never had someone so willing to be my friend. Of course, I'm going to like you. But only as a friend."

He just screwed his eyebrows together. "I don't understand. She gave me the evil eye and told me that if I hurt you, she would kill me."

"I have a tendency to care more about others than they do of me. I used to get stepped on al over the place."

He let go of me and let out a big breathe. Wiping his eyes, he smiled. "Still besties?"

I scoffed. "Forev-sies."

He grinned wider than his eyes turned mischievous. "So Bryce's sister, eh?" He stood from his corner of my bed and walked over to the window.

"Yeah. Ryan, what is it that we are trying to accomplish here?"

"Let's see if I can't get her to hear me." I bolted out of the bed as soon as he turned and slapped a hand over his smirking mouth.

"It's is 12 at night. We do not yell across the street to grab someone's attention. Geez, Ryan I thought I was the black one here." He just laughed behind my hand as he looked up at me.

"Pah-lez! We both know that between the both of us you are the white one," he countered muffled.

I smacked him on the back of the head. "Boy, hush before I cut you."

He whined obnoxiously, rubbing his head. "So violent," he whispered. I released his face and we returned to the bed.

"Wanna sleep over?"

"Sure, babe." Ryan winked at me. "but it might be hard for me to keep my hands to myself." He raised his hands but I politely informed him that if he even tried to tickled I would castrate him so badly, he wouldn't even be able to adopt.

"Okay okay. Someone is on a violent streak. Love makes you mean Ni." He got under the covers leaving me at the foot of it alone. When I didn't move, Ryan kicked me off the bed.

"Someone definitely doesn't want those blasian children," I muttered.

"What did you say darling?"

"Nothing, sweetie," I sang as I got under the covers too. Ryan switched off the light and sleep took a winning blow to the both of us.

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