Scarlett

Question

ques·tion
ˈkwesCH(ə)n/
ques·tion
to ask or inquire

I walked into the building feeling a lot better than I had the day before. I felt so much more fresh and clean. My usual dark thoughts had been replaced by peaceful ones. Pretty ones.

Ones of Iris, to be more specific.

I definitely have a crush on her. I'm not even gonna try to deny it. I'm not saying it's a good thing, but I give up on trying to block it out. It's just too hard and I honestly can't be bothered to put so much energy into it.

What's so bad about it anyways?

All I've ever known about liking girls is that it's bad and disgusting and that "it shall never be spoken of."

No one's ever told me why it's all those things. They just told me that it is because it is. No reason other than that.

But that's not a good enough answer.

Why should I be told to believe in something when there are no valid reasons why I should? Why should I be told to hate who I am just because it's what someone else believes in? I'm starting to finally see that that's simply not fair.

They tell you that you should be yourself, that it's good to be different and original.

But at the same time, they tell that who you are is bad and that you should be someone else instead.

So what am I supposed to believe?

The whole thing just seems convoluted to me.

I had just finished getting my books when I turned to see a smiling Iris looking as pretty as ever.

I returned the smile before we started making our way towards history, walking side-by-side.

"I had a good time yesterday." I spoke up, looking over at her.

"You did?" She replied, smiling brightly. I nodded. "I'm glad."

"Thanks for showing me those things. I really liked them." I said, my cheeks turning a faint pink. "I listened to one of the bands last night. It was really good."

"I'm glad you liked it. I'm always happy to share good music." She said giving me a warm smile. "Which band did you listen to?"

"Erm, Panic! At the Disco, I think it was."

"Ah, great choice." She beamed, tilting her head back in thought. She looked back down at me. "Did you happen to watch the Girls/Girls/Boys music video?"

"I did actually." I replied with a faint laugh.

"Yeah that one's nice." She hummed with a bit of a smirk, "I may he gay as hell, but, honestly, Brendon Urie makes be question my sexuality."

I laughed out loud at that and she looked at me, smiling, making my face heat up. I stifled a giggle.

"You should laugh more." She stated as we turned into the classroom. I looked at her with a questioning expression.

"It's cute." She said with a smirk before going to her seat, leaving me flustered and blushing like mad.

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