"Just Friends"

Chapter 21

SAM

"Just let the night take you wherever it takes you," she said.

We were standing on the empty street. The bar was a couple blocks away from us. I wasn't quite sure when exactly we left.
But right now the slightly cold breeze was surrounding us under the black of the sky pounded with shiny stars and a glowing moon.

"And where will it takes us?" I asked.
A thrill was shaking my body, yet I was terrified.
"Oh, come on!" she whimpered. "You're too tight. Let go. You don't need to know where you're going, you just need to know who you're going with."
I could hear the wise in her words. She had a point. "And you're with me, so you'll be fine."
"How do I know you're not a serial killer?" I joked.
"You don't," she made me chuckle.

She was crazy, I was crazy, we were crazy.

"The way I see it," -she went on- "I could be a serial killer and this your last night.
But I could also be the love of your life. And this, the best night ever. You gotta make a choice, Sam. Are you gonna take the risk?"

She was speaking facts. I had to make a choice.
Risk it, possibly maybe even dying.
But she had this reliance to her. I knew I could trust her.

I didn't know her, yet, I was confident I would.
Just like everyone else.
At some point, they were only strangers.
At some other, they'll probably just be someone you used to know and love.
The circle of life.

Besides, going home now would be a waste of the night.
This was supposed to be about me changing who I am. Stop being the truth shy girl, and start being the dare badass woman.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
She drew a smile. Probably the sexiest smile I had ever been the reason to.

*****

The music played from my phone's tiny speaker as we continued our way to nowhere.
The up-beat intro to The One That I Want began, and excitement birthed inside me. I loved this song.

"I got chills," -she sang, moving her hips to John Travolta's dance- "they're multiplying."
Her impression was terrific.
As an Olivia Newton John, I found that to be great news.
"And I'm loosing control."
Her voice was on-key, energic. High yet low, fluctuating between the two tones in a playful swing.
"Cause the power you're supplying..."
She threw herself on the floor. Knees, legs, torso; all while shaking her body as she was supposed to.
"It's electrifying."

Part of me was in awe of the woman in front of me, the other part was having the most fun.
I let myself go and played my part like I knew how:
I pretended to hold a cigarette in my hand and dump it on the floor, only to turn it off with my foot and push her back with it.
"You better shape up. 'Cause I need a man."
I walked my way down the street as she followed me.
"And my heart is set on you. You better shape up. You better understand..."

We played the scene perfectly; making an iconic couple.
By the time the last chorus came, I intended to do the shoulder thing. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me and I naturally grabbed her waist.
The tension caught up to us and we stopped singing. I looked into her eyes, and noticed her glancing at my lips. I leaned in, ready to kiss her.

She cut me off by grabbing my hand and taking me down the empty street.
We walked two blocks straight, took a left turn and stopped in front of a church.
I had seen the place a million times, yet I had never payed attention.

"What's going on? Why are we here?" I asked her.
"This is my mom's church. When I was a little girl, she used to bring me with her all the time. When she found out I was gay, she forced me to confess my sins to the pastor. He called me a freak, a sinner; he said I would go to hell." I listened to her explanation, feeling every word.

Some sort of anger birthed inside me; the world was so ridiculously unfair.
Yet I knew there was no point in worrying myself with that kind of bullshit.
The best kind of revolution is just pure existence, Julie always said.

"I'd like my revenge," Emma finished her consuming speech.
A dreadful smile appeared in her face.
"What are we gonna do? Is it dangerous?" I asked.
"Kinda," she mumbled, quickly leaning over and locking her lips in mine. I grabbed her waist the best I could as I tried to hold on to that kiss as long as possible.

A chuckle left our mouths as we glanced at each other and leaned in for another kiss.