Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

2. Lover

"There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights."

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"Really, Grace? Macho Taco?" we planted ourselves into the ground, gazing into the large, virtually full moon that shone unto the subdued currents of the water. "Stop trying to get me fat."

"What? Use your head, dummy. It's late and nothing else is open." Grace rested her head on my thigh, and brought a burrito to her mouth. "Besides, you don't get fat. I've seen you eat way more than this and still nothing. You can shut up and eat now."

Grinning as she chewed, it was obvious that she wanted to laugh, but the mouthful of food wasn't making it the easiest thing in the world. Instead, her hand flew up and swiped mine away from the chin that had been using it as support. She squeezed it, swallowing the food with a gulp. Whether she was grabbing my hand for the sake of grabbing it, or was trying to say something, I didn't have a clue. 

"You know, L, I'm always thinking of how lucky I am to be with you." Grace tightened her grip again. "My best friend, and then my girlfriend. I mean, is that even possible? I couldn't believe my ears when you said yeah. I really couldn't. I still can't."

Grace was referring to the night she told me how she felt. It came out of nowhere and it caught me completely off guard, in every respect. She was helping me with my homework when she got up and grabbed a stack of pictures. It was after that when she told the truth, and for all intents and purposes, spilt her guts. As had been usual with this fine specimen of a human being, I was speechless, more so than I'd ever been in my life.

My head was stuffed to the hilt, and it felt like a bomb had went off in my head, sending molecules of thought of everywhere. There were so many questions and so many thoughts in my mind, it felt like it was impossible to process all of it right there. I had put her through minutes of torture before I was finally able to speak, and within those thoughts, it was as though a new door was opened for me - a door I had no idea existed.

I saw Grace in a new light, so to speak. She wasn't just the best friend anymore, she wasn't just the girl I talked about everything with anymore. She wasn't just the girl that I confided in anymore. Grace had become so much more than that, with just a single kiss. All it had taken was a single kiss to change everything I thought was right, to make question everything that I was taught was right.

Even if I was unsure, I accepted her feelings - fully aware that we would have to hide it because of her parents. Her reason was unknown to me at the time, but she had put her faith in me. Every word she said to me that night had been relentlessly churned, over and over, inside and out. Even if there was a possibility of a lifelong friendship being ruined, that had been a risk she was willing to take.

If Grace was willing to go that far for me, then how could I have said no? How could I have rejected what she had clearly put so much heart and thought into? I couldn't reject her feelings. I wasn't able to say no to her "I love you" or anything that came after it. I accept and returned the feeling she tried so hard to get across, despite all of the borders and walls put in front of her.

I accepted it all. I accepted it all and haven't looked back since.

Before being with her, I was just some boy-obsessed teenage girl who had her simple crushes. I went to school and did my homework. Before Grace took over my every thought, I was just a archetypal teenager that fit the stereotype in almost every way. Then she swooped in and things changed. I paid the slightest bit more attention to my hair, I cared that much more about how I dressed, and how good I looked for her. If it was a guy, I'd probably would have done the same, but the difference was Grace herself. I would have gone so much further to please her than anyone, because she had always been in my life for as long as I could remember.