Grier Johnson has it all, the good looks, rich and famous parents, and she's the most popular girl at St. Agnes High. Although she appears superficial and onesided to everyone at school, she often finds herself in a hole when she can't express who...
I sat up, "Hey, what did you need help with again?"
"I just needed to use your printer to print out my English report, because mine is out of ink and my Dad is out of town and I have no idea how to put that shit in." Finley explained as she jumped onto my bed
Finley pulled out her computer, "This is a day late and Roberts is probably gonna hold it against me."
"Fin, guess who's back?" I asked her
"Your lover is finally back from being in one of the Caribbean islands, huh? I know, I saw her Instagram post." Finley said looking at me
I nodded as I sat up, "Look what she texted me."
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"Dude, when are you just gonna tell her you like her or kiss her?" Finley asked after she handed me my phone back
I shrugged, "What if I'm thinking too fast?"
"Maybe if you two actually spoke about the songs that you wrote, then none of this guessing would exist." Finley suggested as she walked over to my printer
"Maybe you're right, we really do, but I can't stop staring at her lips when she talks to me like I really wanna kiss her." I explained
Finley smirked with the paper in her hand, "I have a really good idea, so you can go to Grier's house and tell her all that gushy-mushy love stuff, and then you can kiss her."
"Ok, but I've haven't kissed anyone in forever and I want it to be good." I explained myself
Finley sat on the edge of my bed, "Ok, fine. Practice on me."
"Finley, we've been friends for forever, that would be weird." I cringed
Finley rolled her eyes, "Ev, I'm so gay, it won't mean anything to me."
"Have you told your Dad about that?" I asked her
She shook her head, "Yes, absolutely, I'll tell me very conservative Dad about his daughter being a lesbian. I kind of need him to pay for school."
"That fuckin' sucks." I frowned
"Yeah, I know, but back to you and Grier. I'll be Grier. I'm gonna go in the closet -" Finley started as I began to laugh
"What's so funny?" She asked
I shook my head, "Oh nothing, you're just kind of in the closet already."
"Fuck you. I'll be in there, you're gonna knock on the door and we'll go from there." Finley said taking her hair out of a ponytail
Finley walked into my closet and closed the door.
I got up and knocked on the closet door.
"Oh, my gosh, hey Ev. I've missed you while I was bathing under the sun in Anguilla." Finley said in a higher pitch voice
"She doesn't talk like that." I interrupted
Finley rolled her eyes, "Just go with it."
"Fine. Hey, Gray. Can I come in?" I asked
She nodded as she took my hand and lead me to the bed.
We sat down on the edge of my bed.
"This is the part where you start gushing." Finley said under her breath
"Grier, I've know we never talked about the songs we wrote, but I wanted to say how much I really liked your's and how it affected me. Anyways, I really wanted to say how much I like and care for you. You really understand me and I really want to take thing up a level." I started
"Put your hand on my cheek and then brush back my hair." Finley instructed
I put my hand on Finley's cheek and brushed her hair behind her ear.
"Ok, now kiss me, when you do this to her, try to make it more cohesive." She instructed
I nodded, "Gotcha."
I kissed Finley which felt so weird considering she was gay and we'be been friends for forever.
I saw the door open out of the corner of my eye.
Finley and I immediately pulled back.
There stood Grier.
"Oh my God, Grier." My heart dropped as I spoke
She shook her head, "No, it's fine, I'll see you at school tomorrow."
She turned away and ran down the stairs.
"Oh, my fucking gosh." I groaned
Finley pushed me, "Go get her."
I shot up, ran down the stairs, and outside to see the Range Rover speeding down the street.
"Great now she has the wrong idea." I grumbled
Finley came down the stairs, "How are we going to fix this Ev?"
