The Girl With No Mind

Chapter 9: Kat

"I need to tell you something, Eris," I breath out, alcohol potent in my breath.

"What is it?" Eris swiftly replies with a sultry tone.

My body begins to sway back and forth a little as I attempt to remain standing. Standing for long periods is, currently, not my area of expertise. And Eris's hot voice isn't helping my drunk mindset.

She's so pretty. This girl is gonna be my girl someday.

"What'd you need to tell me?" Eris asks again after I don't answer her for a minute or two.

I can't remember what I was going to tell her. Time to change the subject!

"Uhh... My legs are tired!" I exclaim as I dramatically sit on the floor.

Eris's laugh makes her way to my ears and puts a tiny smile on my face. I could listen to her giggle and laugh all day.

"Your laugh is the cutest thing I've ever heard," I giggle out, my mind not comprehending what I'm saying.

"I swear yours is cuter," Eris quickly replies, sitting on the floor next to me.

"Are you flirting with me, Eris?" I joke, slurring my words, as I scoot closer to her. It really is a joke, but the look on her face tells me she may actually be flirting with me. But, my denial knows better than to believe that.

"So what if I am?" She asks as she leans towards me.

"I would tell you not to because you're straight," I state with a bluntness that takes her by surprise.

A laugh erupts in the room and echoes around the walls as Eris holds her stomach from the loud chuckles. I don't see what's so funny.

"You think I'm straight?" She laughs out loud, forcing my jaw to drop.

"Well, yeah," I draw out my words painfully slow.

She is straight. There is, literally, no way in hell she is gay.

"Why would you think that?" She inquires seriously.

That's a good question. I've never even considered why I thought she couldn't be gay.

"Because you're beautiful and you talk about boys like their sex gods sometimes, I guess?" I explain.

"Well, you've heard me talk about girls in the same way," she says giving me a wink.

"I guess you're right."

There's a pause in everything. I can feel my heartbeat as I embrace my happy, drunken state. Swaying slightly as she and I are sitting together. There is nothing else I would rather be doing, even if we aren't doing anything.

"Now time for the big question," her voice enchants me and her question piques my curiosity.

"What big question?" I ask as she looks at me with an honestly intimidating intensity.

"Are you gay?"

I choke.

I choke on the air that my brain needs to function - even though it seems like it doesn't want to work properly anymore.

There goes the peaceful pause.

"Why would you ask?" I say, almost too defensively, once I figure out the whole 'breathing' thing again.

Does she like me? Is that why she's asking?

"Because you told me you've never had a crush on a guy before," she begins.