Chapter 39

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It's eight o'clock.

Do you know where you're children are?

Actually, it's more like it's eight o'clock and I'm standing outside the door of the girl I'm in love with.

Scared out of my head.

But I'm here.

I'm queer.

Get used to it.

Ah, no more jokes.

It's time to get serious.

Or it could be time to run in the other direction.

No!

That is not the way to think Jisoo.

Be aggressive.

Be, be aggressive.

Go team!

What the hell am I even thinking about?

I can do this!

I can do this!

I can do this!

I think I can!

I think I can!

I think I can!

I'm the little lesbian that could!

I've come this far, I will not turn around and go home.

I would have been here sooner but I had to pick out just the right outfit to tell Jennie I'm in love with her.

Or, you know, I could have been stalling for time.

Yeah, that sounds more like me.

I wasn't even sure Jennie would be home.

So I may or may not have called earlier and hung up when she answered.

Thank goodness for the ability to block my number by pressing a few simple buttons on my phone.

Not that I would ever use that power for evil or anything.

So, yeah, it seems the only thing I have left to do is ring Jennie's doorbell.

That's about it.

Just hit the little button that will let Jennie know someone's here to see her.

Someone who wants to know why she's been avoiding a certain someone.

Yup.

That's all I really need to do now.

In case you were curious about my outfit, I'm wearing jeans and a long sleeved light blue shirt. The kind of shirt where the sleeves are too long for my arms so I can hold on to them in the nervous habit type of way I do.

Right.

So.

Here I go.

I'm going to ring the doorbell.

Right about now.

Oh my god!

I did it!

I can't take it back.

Maybe I should hide in the bushes.

No, that's not me making a dirty joke, that's me wanting to flee so fucking bad.

Oh my god!

I hear the door being unlocked.

I want my mommy!

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