Joan X Cleo

Abe!

It was any other day at Clone High. Abe falling over Cleo, going on and on about how much he liked her. Ghandi being in another world, thinking about something or anything. Cleo seeming to compare everything Abe did to JFK. Joan silently screaming as they did this. She liked Abe so much it hurt.

Or did she like the idea of him?

The idea of being with a guy. The idea of dating your long time best friend. The idea of having a picture perfect romance. But Joan found herself doubting these thoughts.

His posture, all bent, his outward jutting Adam's apple, the weird distant look in his eyes. Just because he's a clone, doesn't mean he has to have the same beard as Abe, right?

Joan then felt her eyes wander to Cleo. Tall, thin, well endowed, shirt perfectly cut black hair, her soft olive skin.

Joan felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at Cleo. No, this was so wrong. There was no way she could ever like a girl. She's supposed to like Abe. Has she even ever liked a guy? Or was it only ever Abe, because she wanted the attention he brought

Joans pale cheeks colored pink as she ran to the girls restroom and hid in a stall. Cleo watched Joan run. "Oh! Uh, one moment please Abe!" Cleo strutted to the bathroom quickly.

Cleo knew she had a thing for Joan. Ever since she disguised herself as Joan Darc, she's been head over heels for her since. But, she hid it well. She just had to get rid of Abe somehow. But then, JFK would want her back. Cleo slowly opened the bathroom door

"Joan? Darling are you in here?" She looked around for Joan

Soft muffled sobs came from the stall. Cleo walked over, knocking on the stall door.

"Sweetie, you can't stay in there forever."

Joan wiped her eyes, feeling her heart sink.

"I can try!" Joan whimpered, before opening the door

"Aww there you are!"

Cleo beamed as Joan forced a smile

"I think I have some eyeliner and lipstick to help you darling." Cleo nodded, holding Joans hand and dragging her to the sink.

Joan blushed, feeing Cleos hand in hers. She sat on the sink, looking aside

Cleo cupped Joans face in her hand, pulling her close as she reapplied Joans lipstick. They were so close. The smell of Cleos perfume and Joans fabric softener intertwined with eachother

They both stared into eachothers eyes, silently sharing their emotions. Cleo slowly put the lid on the lipstick and leaned in.

Their lips met, interlocking. Soft teenage lips against eachothers, Cleo's deep brown lipstick mixing with Joans purple.

Cleo put her hands on Joans face as Joan put her hands on Cleos shoulders and leaned in closer. Everything was in slow motion

Until it was over. Cleo was beyond embarrassed, Joan matching her emotion.

"We can never tell Abe."

They both replied in unison

"You should break up with Abe! We can be together." Joan explained

Cleo seemed unsure. "Seriously? What if we're bullied? People will see me with you, and know I'm Bi."

"Who cares what people say? Besides, Abe needs to be humbled." Joan nodded

"Okay! I'm gonna do it!" Cleo nodded