Chances

Courage

It had been a total of three days since Ximena and Callie had spoken to one another. Both girls were afraid. Dangerously afraid.

Callie's courage had seemed to vanish into thin air, while Ximena was trying to figure out exactly what to do about this.

So, Ximena made a bold move. After school that day, Ximena decided to drive over to Callie's house. They needed to sort this out.

So, she knocked on the door.

It opened seconds later, and the Latina found herself meeting the eyes of the frightened brunette, who quickly shut the door in her face.

"Callie!" Ximena shouted, knocking at the door, "Callie c'mon girl, let me inside!"

The eldest child leaned against the door, eyes wide with shock.

Then the brunette walked away.

"Hey, Callie who was at the door?" Jude asked, who had just reached the bottom of the staircase.

"Uh, nobody." The brunette lied, returning upstairs. Jumping into her bed, she pulled the covers over herself and buried herself deep down underneath.

Callie heard the door open but didn't look up. She felt someone sit down next to her and just assumed it was Mariana.

"Go away, Mari." She ordered, whipping the covers off herself and giving the girl a death glare.

But instead of her younger sister, she saw Ximena.

"Wha-Wh-Wh-Wha? How did you get in here?"

"Jude let me in." She answered with a shrug.

Callie leaned to the side and glared at her little brother, who instantly scurried off.

Sighing, Callie adjusted her position so that she was now on her side, balancing her head in her hand.

"Why are you here, Ximena?"

"We need to talk about this."

"What's there to talk about? I kissed you, it freaked you out and I basically ruined our entire friendship."

"You didn't ruin anything, Callie."

The brunette sat up, "Please. I ruin every good relationship I have ever had. Romantic or friendship."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere." Ximena leaned against the wall, "And the only reason I got all freaked was because I just assumed you were straight."

Callie went silent.

"Why didn't you tell me you were gay?"

"Okay first, I am not gay, alright? I'm bisexual." Callie explained, "And I wasn't planning to tell you."

"Why not? I told you I was gay, and you were cool with it."

"Yeah, yeah." She shook her head, "I guess I just thought that we wouldn't be friends this long. I assumed, I guess, that you wouldn't want to hang out with me after you were clear to go home." She shook her head, "Which is why I didn't tell you. I just thought you'd leave like everyone else."

The Latina nodded in understanding then pulled her friend into a side hug. Then, much to Callie's surprise, Ximena kissed her on the cheek.

"There is nothing you can't tell me." The Latina said, rubbing circles on Callie's back, "You have to understand that I'm not going anywhere."

"You sound just like my Moms."

Both girls chuckled until they went silent.

"I'm sorry." Callie apologized, earning a forgiving smile from her friend. The brunette leaned in in and kissed the Latina. Again.

"Oh my god." Callie said, pulling away, "Oh my god. Why did I do that? Why did I do that again?" She got up and covered her face as she cried.

"Callie! Callie." Ximena said, grabbing the brunette's arm and tugging her back. The girl looked down at her toes but refused to say anything.

"Listen to me. Listen." The Latina said, "You need to stop doing this."

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry! I shouldn've kissed you!"

The older girl pulled the weeping one into a tight hug, "That's not what I meant, Cal. I meant you need to stop being so hard on yourself. It's gonna be okay, we're gonna be okay." She soothed, holding her friend closer.

"But I don't think you understand just how serious this is." Callie said, pulling away, "We can't be friends when I have all these feelings for you!"

"It's just some silly little crush, Cal."

"Is it?" She grabbed the Latina's hands, "I can't hang out with you because I love you."

"That's sweet, Cal. But don't you think you're jumping the gun a little bit?"

"Never use that expression again." She bellowed, "And I'm not kidding around here, X. My heart belongs to you. I love you." The brunette teared up at the shocked girl, "See? See I knew it. I knew you'd look at me like that." She shook her head.

"Callie..."

"No. I can't do this anymore. I can't be around you and think that I'm never going to mess up again. So, I think it would be best if the two of us just stopped hanging out. It'd make things much easier."

Ximena grabbed her bag and reluctantly followed the brunette to the front door. The younger girl opened the door and gestured for her to leave.

"Callie, please. You can't keep pushing me away like that." The artist frowned, "Please to make me leave."

"Wish I didn't have to." The girl whispered under her breath, crying harder as she watched Ximena leave.

Slamming the door shut, Callie marched away in tears, passing a worried Jude. He followed her upstairs and watched her cry in her bed. Frowning, he sat down next to his sister.

"Hey, did I just hear Ximena downstairs?" Lena asked, peeping her head through the door, "I think it's great that you two are spending time together again."

Angry and sad at the same time, Callie got up and slammed the door in her Mother's face. Not long after it did Jude leave.

Why do I always have to mess everything up? Callie thought to herself, before burying herself under the bedsheets.