Gays Are (Not?!?) Okay

Chapter Two: Emma

Emma's POV:

Gosh, I'm so nervous. I mean; The Strangeloves!? They live on Chapel Street. They had their parties in Zizzi's; the best of the best of restaurants. How was I supposed to act in a rich people's place like their's?!?!

The non-church side of me said to act straight. But that'd come naturally, wouldn't it?!?!

My father is the most famous pastor in Chichester, he runs the most successful Presbyterian church around here.

I am not gay. I can't be gay.

Someday, I will become pastor, and if I am gay, that won't exactly work out.

'Emma, get a grip,' I told myself, 'Whats with the if? You.Are.Not.Gay,' I told myself firmly.

I sighed, then remembered that the Strangelove's have a daughter. 'Camden,' I reminded myself.

Peering in my closet, I remembered the uncomfortable talk I had received earlier.

Mum had thought she'd seen me look at another lass's bum and bosom!! But that couldn't be so, could it?!? She'd asked me, and I'd denied it. Had I... lied?!? No. No, that was shameful in itself. That could be as bad as cussing!! And looking at another girl's bottom and breasts? No, I couldn't have. I liked boys.

I looked in my closet again. 'Focus, Emma. Pick out a dress."

I found a blue frilly one with a brown belt around the middle. 'Perfect.' I thought. My blonde hair was down, and my brown eyes were without any make-up. Matching the dress with a pair of moccasins, I skipped down the stairs, and into the prayer room.

I had packed an overnight bag earlier, since we'll be staying the night.

"Mum! Pop! I'm ready!" I called.

"Perfect dress honey. That'll be lovely for tonight." My mum said.

"Thank you, mum. You're shoes go very well with your dress." I complimented back. That was a rule. If someone complimented you, you compliment them back.

"Thank you, dear," she said, smiling.

My mum was a very frail woman, but I never forgot she could hold her ground very well.

"Poppy!" I exclaimed, "You look quite dashing!" It was very rare that pop wore his blue tie, so I knew to make a big deal out of it.

"Oh, thank you, Em. You're shoes are very cute this evening." He took my mum and I's hands and led us to the chairs in front of the cross on the wall.

It's called the prayer room for a reason.

After we prayed for a blessed evening and for God to watch over us, we got into our green mini-van and began to drive to Chapel Street.

If only I could be straight. Maybe than I wouldn't feel like God hated me.

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(A/N): Sorry that Emma's part is kinda short. I'll try to make them longer. So, next chapter the two gals meet up. *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*

It should be fun ;9