Purple Tips (My New Escape)

Eight

We just looked at each other after that outburst. She looked scared just waiting for a reaction.

But what was going on in my head? I wasn't mad or homophobic. I was totally fine with it.

"That explains..."

"Alot? Yeah." She smiles at herself. "They are messing with me because I'm gay and I held your hand."

I looked at my hand and then at her. "Do you..."

" 'like me'? No. I just wanted to see your reaction; If you would say something about it being gay, or weird, gross. But now that you know..." She looks down and closes her eyes out of embarrassment.

I give her the biggest hug. It caught her by surprise so she gasped and flinched. She blushes a bit and hugs me back.

Ive never done this to anyone before; give a hug or just care. I didn't have any words to comfort her so I just took her in my embrace and crossed my fingers.

I feel tears go on my neck. Why was she crying? Was she that alone? Was this the first time she was comfortable with her sexually?

"Ew this is so gay~" I said. She laughed a bit and wiped her tears as she pulled away.

"Shut up!" She smiled so bright. I caught myself staring. I was so proud of myself knowing someone smiled from my doing.

But the one thing that ruined the moment was the bell echoing throughout the halls of the school.

"Great." I say. I see her frown. "So uh, I'll see you later?"

I held her hand. "not yet~" I said. She smiled and held my hand as we walked out of the bathroom with confidence.

"Oh look! The lesbians!" Someone yelled at us. I simply held up my middle finger and continued to walk with Lane.

We part ways and go finish the rest of our classes. The end of the day soon comes and we get in her car.

"Go away...go away...go away...go away...leave me alone.."

Ok so maybe she got me into this band...ok I know all the words. We sing together, off key of course, and we have a blast.

"I bet you can't rap it." She smirked. I gasp. "I can!"

"Can't."

"Can!"

"Can't"

"Wanna bet?"

"Hell yeah. If I win, you get me Chipolie."

"If I win, you have to give ten people at school a compliment"

I have to win. I am NOT doing that.

"Got it.."

I wait for the part and concentrate.

".....*INHALE* TIME GAIN MOMENTUM IN THE MOMENT THAT IM LIVING IN EM IM WINNING IN A MOMENTARY SINNING IN A MOMENT PASSING AFTER- REBEGINING MOMENTS MENDING MEMORIES- PRETENDING ENIMES ARE FRENDS OF ME- SENDING ME STRAUGHT BENDING ME MY BAD BEHAVIOR BUT I BET I COULDVE BEEN A BETTER MAN! COPY AND PASTE COPY BETTER RYMES BOTHER ME! THE BETTER THE RHYTHM THE BADDER I AM BUT I BET ILL BATTLE THEM WITH A BETTER BATTLE GAMBILING MAN! BETTER BET I AM A GAMBLING MAN- I am?"
At least that's what I thought I sounded like.

"TIME GAINS MOMSHDKjsbskshwbwksebbejweiheebneeuevAFTER! BejsbnmdndbesbbnfbBETTER MAN COPY AND PASTE COP ME-" I suck in reality.

She bursts out laughing. "I guess I owe you food?" She smiles. I smirk "duh, I killed it!" She paused. "Keep dreaming."

"What?"

"Have fun with the people at school~"

"BUT I NAILED IT!"

"I heard like two words. Good try."

"Give me a different dare?"

"Nah"

"Please?"

She smirks. I don't like how she smirked. It looked so evil and scary.

"Ok yeah, I have an idea. Another social challenge for you."

I raise an eyebrow as I turn down the radio. "Which is?"

"You and me, we go to that big party on wendsay."

My heart stops. I've never been to a party before. But yet, it sounds intriguing. I think for a moment before saying, "I can roll with that."

She nods. "Cool. You can crash at my place after. Sound good?"

"Sounds great."

But then I realized....I don't know how to dance....

We get to my house and she drops me off. I wave goodbye and enter in my house.

I approach mom. "Hey mom?" She glanced my way and burned out her cigarette. "Yes?" "Can I go to a party? With a friend?"

She looked at me up and down. "You have friends?" I glare. "Who is this..friend? Do I know him?" I roll my eyes and open the fridge.

"Its not a guy, its a girl."
I rummage through the fridge tring to find some food.

"Oh." "also I'll be crashing at her place that night. Is that cool?" She hesitates. "That's fine. I will tell your father." I nod. "What day is it dear?" She asked.

"Wendsay" I say as I walk to the stairs.

I get to my room and close the door. I listen to the song daddy issues and lay down and think to myself.

Wow...Lane is into girls and I'm going to a party tomorrow night? What am I gonna wear? How am I gonna dance? What are her parents like? Will they like me?

Ugh. I have too much anxiety.