The Lesbian Handbook

Rule #2

Rule #2- Don't break the heart of an expressive soul

You see, I would say I messed up when I kissed someone else but I messed up when I helped her out of the closet. That definitely caused attachment issues and that brought us here, to the word ASSHOLE written in a mysterious substance and eggs all over my beautiful red Jeep. "What'd you do to piss her off?" A raspy voice asked following a small chuckle, I turned to see Billie standing there looking at my Jeep. "I kissed her best friend" I answered back and she chuckled and turned to look at me. "I wonder what it is that makes all the girls go crazy" Billie asked before scanning me and walking away. I would really love to show her but like I mentioned before, she was so many rules in the handbook. I drove home and power washed my Jeep before going inside. "Who's heart did you break this time? I'm tired of receiving complains from everyone at the country club" my dad asked with a smirk and I only laughed and hugged him. "Did mom call?" I asked after a short period of silence, his face dropped and I know that it hurt him to tell me no. "You know she's working on herself kid and besides we do not need her" my dad said before smiling at me and going into his office. My mom is also some rules in the handbook, just not of rules of my gayness but rules of how not to get hurt. I like to believe that my mom left to recover and learn to grow for me but deep down I know that she left to continue her addiction without help being forced onto her and to be with someone who made her feel a natural high.
I groaned loudly as I received yet another text from Syd demanding that I apologize, don't get me wrong, I'm not a complete dick. I just won't apologize to something I warned her about. I looked across my window and saw Billie strumming her guitar, she looked so pretty. "I so wanna do you" I mumbled to myself before closing my curtain and going back to my homework.