Fluent in Lesbian [M]

one | unveiling secrets [M]

Tiffany's hands feel clammy as her pink nails fly over the keyboard, eyes shifty as she makes sure no one is around when she types.

What kind of girl attracts lesbians the most?

No, that doesn't sound right.

What type of girl are lesbians more likely to fall for?

... Still not right.

What are most lesbian’s ideal types?

Nibbling her lower lip she presses down enter, pulse going up meanwhile the school's slow internet connects at the pace of a snail.

Throwing a last glance over her shoulder she leans forward in the creaking chair, clicking the first link that catch her eyes.

It's a thread from a forum, with lots of different answers, but the only one that sound sane enough and neither contain an excessive use of gifs or bad grammar (she cringes at all the urs and million !!!!!!s) is someone saying that everyone has their own type, just like straight girls do.

Tiffany's shoulders slump. That was not the answer she was looking for - she want to find out what the stereotype is, because there must be one, right..?

She sighs.

It's all Taeyeon's fault.

Or maybe it's her own fault, for being so nosy.

It all started two weeks ago, in the beginning of spring when the cherry blossoms were blooming and days slowly growing warmer.

It was a school day and their classroom was packed with students, despite it being lunch time by then. Most of them brought their lunch to the classroom, little groups of students scattered everywhere while others were eating outside in the shining sun.

Taeyeon had disappeared some time ago, but Tiffany stayed rooted to her seat, not wanting to eat outside since she got enough petals in her rice only by sitting nearby the open windows.

"We could sit somewhere else, you know," Sunny, her shortest friend said as Tiffany frowned at yet another cherry blossom petal that had fallen into her - home made, mind you - lunch box.

"No...," the red haired girl (not by choice – she had gone for warm brown and somehow it had turned out very red, which she completely blamed Taeyeon for who didn’t save her from the hairdresser) said, sighing a little. "It's fine, I wanna sit by the window."

"Yes Sun, leave her alone will you," Sooyoung piped in, another friend of hers, and hilariously so a giant next to Sunny. "If she wants to creep on her husband, let her."

"Yah..!" Tiffany said, slapping her tall friend on the arm with her napkin. "She's not my husband."

"But you don't deny creeping on her,” Sooyoung grinned in that obnoxious and annoying way, elbowing Tiffany.

"Stop, you're making me spill my food," Tiffany scolded, brushing off some rice grains from her crisp white school uniform shirt, albeit with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "God, you're annoying."

"She's not there though," Sunny said, completely ignoring the pair as she craned her neck, trying to get a good look of what was going on outside. "I swear she was there only a second ago..."

"Maybe she's coming back inside," Sooyoung said, stealing a sip of Tiffany's Capri Sun.

"She left her stuff though…”

They all looked out the window in silence, watching the empty spot under a tree where Taeyeon just sat, her schoolbag resting against the tree and lunch put aside, sandwich only half eaten. A minute passed before Tiffany got up.