I just, just met this girl. Literally five minutes ago, and I'm all over her. I want, no. I need to know everything about her, like what she likes for breakfast or whether she likes tv or if she likes girls even. That could be a start. But I can't just straight up ask can I?
"Um, like do you, like, maybe like, um girls? Like perhaps a little? Idk dude wow this was a bad idea..." I whispered, just loud enough for her to here. I stood back to gage her reaction. Oh god please don't be homophobic please please. You know what, I hope she's a lesbian. I think she could be, with that whole look going on.
I snapped back to reality with a crack. Lynn was glancing around, avoiding any and all eye contract with me. Clearing her throat, she started saying,
" I thought I was straight, but, there's this girl I met tonight here and well, she made me think I surely can't be." Oh SHIT. Fuck she already met som- "oh, by the way, it's you. It was you since I walked in."
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Your Hand Inside Mine
FanfictionAlexa San Roman is in a band and plays shows every week at little bars, not expecting much but loving every moment. She never would have thought to meet a girl who makes her feel at home. (The title is taken from a song by Explosions In The Sky)
