Don't Question Me

"Hey," He would always begin with a simple greeting and just to play it cool I would reply with, "Hey." It was awkward but I knew he felt something toward me like I did to him. I think. But were they the same feelings I felt for a girl. The smell of her perfume sizzled in my head, or how she looked after a shower, wet hair and blushed cheeks. Was I gay? Was I straight? Did it even matter? If trying to get good grades and get into a good college wasn't hard enough let's just pile some hormones and teen questioning. Great. Thanks for that. Oh, and did I mention that I was basically the shadow of my twin sister... Yeah. Anyways enjoy...