Texas Style

I'm not gay

I've lived my whole life thinking the same three words. I'm not gay. I find my best friend hot, I find my FEMALE neighbor stunning. I kept my feelings bottled up, what could I even do if I wanted to 'come out'? I lived in TEXAS for god's sake. I came from a VERY religious family, who went to church every Sunday. I still remember little old seven years old me asking 'What if I'm gay?' and my dear old parents saying they'd disown me. Talk about parent goals.

I'm at the ripe old age of sixteen, and I have finally accepted I'm in love with my very very straight best friend, Georgie. She's dated more boys then I can count on both hands. And if I ever told her how I felt, she'd hate me. So I have made a decision to keep my feelings HIDDEN, for good. It was the only thing I could do, to save our friendship, and my parents love. 

"Alison?" 

Did I ever get a moment alone with my thoughts? No, my dear sister made sure of that. 

"Samantha? Did you need something?" I tried to sound polite, but guessing by the look on her face, my tone was harsh. 

"Mommy and Daddy said you need to get your best dress on! You have got a date with John Flammings!"

John? I tried to think about who the hell he is. 

Great now I remember, he literally is as white as my but cheeks.

"Do I have to go?"

I knew the answer, but maybe Samantha would feel pity for me and go for me. 

"Oh Ali, You know you have to go! You have never had a real boyfriend! Momma and Daddy are worried...the people at church were talking, they called you...a gay!" 

My sister's expression was a mix of disgust and fear, I wanted to slap her, but my common sense stopped me. 

I forced out a small giggle. "Me? Gay! I don't even know what that means!" Overkill?

She smiled and nodded her head, "I know! I think you're pretty smart for waiting for you know, the one.' She smiled softly before parting her lips and speaking in a hushed tone 'Don't tell mommy or daddy but, I really like this guy..." She looked down at her feet in shame. 

I smiled at her proudly, "And? What's his name, Sammy!" I exclaimed in joy for my big sister, she looked at me with her big brown eyes and whispered... "He's black." 

I tried my best to look confused or just mad, but my joy broke through. "S, you know I wouldn't care!" She smiled at me with the look of pure joy. It warmed my heart. 

I wanted to tell her...She was my sister, she would love me either way. 

But I knew I couldn't. She wouldn't be able to handle the truth, she'd tell mom or dad. I knew she would. As much as I wanted to trust her, I knew I couldn't.

So I took a couple deep breaths, "Tell Mom and Dad I'll be down soon." I smiled at her dusting myself off before closing the door, not waiting to see her reaction. 

I looked through my closet hastily, then finding a white semi-short dress, I smiled as I knew my Mom loves how this dress looks on me, I put it on with no hesitation and comb my hair. I didn't bother putting on makeup. It was unnecessary. I didn't want to look like I tried that hard anyway, I wasn't really too concerned with impressing him. Wasn't like I would be interested even if he was the king of the god damn world. 

He was polite, I did have to admit that. My dad for sure fancied him, and my mom looked smitten. He was taking me to a steakhouse. My dad must have told him that I love steak. 

"Hungry?" He says softly

"Very. There's the waitress I think." I smiled kindly at him, before turning my attention to the beautiful redhead.

Her eyes scanned over John's quickly, then she turned to me, and she blushed as she checked me out. I had never been checked out by a girl before, funny. 

A/N:

Sorry if this sucksss so far, it's my first story like this and I wanted to try something new. Hope you enjoy! Comment for a chapter two!