Lucky In Love- A Sam and Luna Fanfic

Lucky In Love- Story 2, Chapter 3

LUNA'S POV

When the bus reaches my stop, I wait for everybody else to exit while I cling to Sam affectionately. Finally, I hastily kiss Sam's cheek, and we exchange goodbyes as I exit the vehicle. I wave energetically at her as the bus departs, and Sam makes a goofy face through the window. I laugh out loud, smiling brightly.

I walk the remaining block to my house, all the positive events of my day repeating within my mind like a film. Again, I smile, and the band conflict--for the time being--leaves my mind completely.

It's as I'm sitting on the couch watching TV with my family (Lola and Lynn are arguing between pageants and kickball), that I receive a text from Sam.

Sam: Are you going to tell your siblings?

I reply with a "what do you mean", however, knowing the answer full well.

Sam: You know what I mean. Telling them you're bi.

I exhale shakily. I know that Sam speaks with only good intentions, but my stomach is protesting the opposite. It's churning and knotting so terribly, that I feel as if I might retch at any moment.

Luna: Yup, I'm doing it.

I quickly text Sam my reply before sitting up straighter, hoping to intake more oxygen into my lungs. I take note of my nervousness, wringing my hands restlessly. I already have in mind who I'm going to come out to this afternoon, and they're the last person in the family who would ever think of judging me.

I rise from the couch, taking meager steps towards an eccentric looking girl rifling through a fashion magazine. She looks to be in her own little world amid all the chaos of the living room ("pageants!" - "No, kickball!").

I begin formulating in my head the many reasons why I shouldn't be bothering her. She looks very focused, and I doubt that she wants to be disturbed.

Suddenly experiencing cold feet, I stop in my tracks in Leni's direct line-of-vision, hoping that she's too indulged in her magazine to notice me. Turns out she has a keen sense of awareness despite her ditzyness, for she looks over her magazine to smile at me.

"Oh, hey, Luna!" She gushes with excitement. "Do you think I'm more of a red or a blue?" she asks, referencing the personality quiz in her magazine. "Uh, blue. Listen, Leni..." I'm quick to speak, hoping to distract myself from the reality of what I'm about to do. "Can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

Leni jots down my previous answer on her magazine, then places down the article to regard me. "Totally! What's the event?" I do a double take, confused by the response. A lot of Leni's notions tend to be on the strange side, but there is an obvious miscommunication between the two of us.

"What?" I question, and Leni smiles brightly. "You know, if you're visiting the mall, you'll dress casually, or if you're going to a dance, you'll want to wear something presentable." Leni pauses briefly, thinking thoughtfully to herself. "You'd look really pretty in a lavender bandage dress."

Realizing what she's referring to, I shake my head vigorously. "No, Leni. This has nothing to do with... fashion." Leni's face takes on obvious confusion; I doubt anybody has come to her to speak of anything besides fashion, which she excels in. She looks crestfallen a moment before her face breaks into a wide smile. "Oh, that's fine! What is it you wanted to tell me?"

I beckon to Leni to follow me upstairs, and she happily follows suit, almost as if this is a casual, normal occurrence. Just the two of us departing upstairs to exchange gossip. I doubt that I'll disappoint my older sister; she has a way of loving everyone, no matter their views. To her, one's sexual orientation is of great unimportance. However, dread still clawed a hole within me.