March One Shots (girlxgirl)

"No Doubt."

"No Doubt."

MarchxBrandi

MarchxSailor

MarchxRemi

Hiding in the closet brings as much consequence as coming out does.

Lying to everyone you know? Denying your feelings from the get-go? Being gay isn't a choice, but being in the closet is, and it is my choice.

I'm pretty sure my parents will take me being gay badly, so I want to be free, to be completely off their financial support, before I come out, that way they can't cripple me with money needs. This world honestly revolves on money, at least when it comes to capitalism, so to make it, it's going to be somewhat based on the dollar signs.

I would like to not completely betray my friends and acquaintances either. I remember an old friend freshman year got in an argument with another friend and accidentally implied she was bi, which wasn't true, but the reaction she got was, "Ew, stop talking to me." Maybe she was just being immature then, but I'm worried. And then the things I hear in the hallways..."dyke" is pretty bad, but the worst has got to be "faggot." It's disgusting to hear those words, which is in a twisted way ironic, because those who say the words find the gay community "disgusting."

Sometimes though, "dyke" isn't being used completely in a disrespectful tone. I still find it wrong. Try listening in the locker room when a girl's talking about fake-trying to change the gender roles, coming to school with their pants sagging, and "looking like total dykes." Maybe she wasn't trying to use a slur, but maybe she was. I don't know.

I'm out to, oh, two people. One is Serendipity, who backed me into a corner and poked me with a hot iron until I gave in, not literally though! The other is Remi. I thought Remi knew when I kissed her, but apparently she doesn't remember the kiss. Repression? Sleepwalking? Or maybe I'm just really screwed up.

Remi's swinging by my house to pick me up later. I'm going to get to hang with her, Dawn, Sailor, and meet their mutual best friend, Brandi. I'm pretty happy to see Remi for the first time in FOREVER, Sailor I always want to see because I'm in some serious puppy love with her, Dawn I like hanging with because she I think sometimes flirts with me...I don't really know whether or not she legitimately does, and I love meeting new friends of Remi's, so I know I'll love Brandi. Remi has great judgment, so Brandi has to be a good person.

[...]

We're all chilling outside in the middle of their small town. Sailor, Dawn, Remi, and I are here, but the mystery person Brandi has yet to arrive. I watch an inconspicuous vehicle drive up, park, and a medium-sized girl steps out.

She has lighter than average brown hair that's about half an inch longer than Remi's. Her eyes are brown, but a lighter shade of brown than Dawn's. She's barely under my own height, but because we're all sitting down while she stands, I feel like she's eight foot tall and I'm dwarfed.

Holy guacamole.

We made eye contact and she gave me the famed "look." It's the one that sets off a gay person's "special sense." Yup, it's the look that makes gaydar go "BRRRINGGGGGG...we have a winner!" Alone from her looks, I wouldn't ever suspect, she's totally femme. My gaydar's now telling me of a 98-100% LP. She's total lesbian potential.

"Hey guys. Sorry I'm late, but anyways, what's up?! Nice to meet you kid, my name's Brandi. And you are...?" She shook my hand, all while giving me the "look." Is she doing this on purpose?

I shook her hand right back. "The name's March."

"Nice to meet you then, March. Well what are you guys waiting for? Let's have some fun!" Brandi started a game of ninja between all of us.