no intention of it for a long time.
“Uh, no. I didn’t even know. I still don’t really know. I think I need to figure things out before I tell them anything.” We were down to just chip crumbs in the bowl and I kept picking the smaller ones, leaving the bigger ones for her.
“That’s probably smart. You might wake up tomorrow and totally be straight.” I grinned at her and she gaped at me in surprise before smacking me on the shoulder.
“Brat.”
I shrugged.
“I’m just saying. I know this one time I hit my head a little too hard at practice and that night I dreamed about dicks. So many dicks. I was just surrounded by them. Mmmmm . . .” That really shocked her. But that was my goal.
She burst out laughing and it was totally worth it. Her face lit up and it was a whole other level of cute for her.
I was in serious trouble.
W e lounged on the couch and flipped through the channels.
“There are never enough shows with lesbians,” I said.
“Aren’t there any? I never really noticed.” Oh, sweet gayby. I kept forgetting that she was so new to this. But maybe I could educate her. That would be fun. Potentially in a lot of ways.
“You’re different,” she said after a few minutes of silence. She wasn’t looking at me and had taken off her glasses to polish them on the hem of her t-shirt.
“What do you mean?” I asked, but I knew exactly what she meant. I wasn’t being a heinous bitch was what she meant.
“Well, you’re not . . . um . . .” She pushed her glasses up on her nose and waved her hands as if she was looking for the right word.
“A bitch?” I finished. Her face went a little red.
“I wouldn’t necessarily put it that way.” I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, you would. You and everyone else. I know what people say about me, Kyle. It doesn’t bother me.” Not even a little. It was so much better than the alternative.
“It doesn’t?” I shook my head. I expected that to be the end of the questioning, but it wasn’t.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t care what they think.” This was a lie, but she didn’t need to know. I wasn’t sure what this thing was between us, but it definitely wasn’t going anywhere. We weren’t going to hold hands and ride off into the gay sunset.
“Really?” She raised one eyebrow, calling my bluff. I gave her the same look.
“Really.”
She went to say something else, but then all the blood drained from her face.
“What time is it?”
“Um, four thirty,” I said, checking my phone that I’d set on the coffee table.
“Crap, my mom is going to be home any minute. I hate to do this to you, but you’ve got to go. My parents are insane and if you want to not be interrogated about every single detail of your life, I would leave now.” I knew her parents were a little obsessive and I definitely didn’t want to have a conversation with a mom about who I was and what I was doing here.
“Point taken,” I said, getting off the couch, grabbing the empty chip bowl and the disposable dip bowl and heading back to the kitchen.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Kyle said, trailing after me. I just shrugged again and turned to face her.
“Well. I guess I’ll see you in class.” It was an anticlimactic end to what had been a strange day.
“Yeah, see you in class.” I almost leaned in to kiss her, but she just stared at me in that cute-but-stunned way and I couldn’t do it.
“Okay then.” I pivoted on my heels and headed out the front door.
That was when I realized she’d been the one to drive us here.
****
I stood outside for a minute, wondering what to do, but there was no option but to go back inside, which was what I was preparing to do when the front door opened and she walked out.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot that you didn’t have your car here. I can drive you back.” I nodded and got in the passenger seat.
“I had fun today,” I said and then cringed. I sounded like an idiot.
“Me too,” Kyle said, turning
“Uh, no. I didn’t even know. I still don’t really know. I think I need to figure things out before I tell them anything.” We were down to just chip crumbs in the bowl and I kept picking the smaller ones, leaving the bigger ones for her.
“That’s probably smart. You might wake up tomorrow and totally be straight.” I grinned at her and she gaped at me in surprise before smacking me on the shoulder.
“Brat.”
I shrugged.
“I’m just saying. I know this one time I hit my head a little too hard at practice and that night I dreamed about dicks. So many dicks. I was just surrounded by them. Mmmmm . . .” That really shocked her. But that was my goal.
She burst out laughing and it was totally worth it. Her face lit up and it was a whole other level of cute for her.
I was in serious trouble.
W e lounged on the couch and flipped through the channels.
“There are never enough shows with lesbians,” I said.
“Aren’t there any? I never really noticed.” Oh, sweet gayby. I kept forgetting that she was so new to this. But maybe I could educate her. That would be fun. Potentially in a lot of ways.
“You’re different,” she said after a few minutes of silence. She wasn’t looking at me and had taken off her glasses to polish them on the hem of her t-shirt.
“What do you mean?” I asked, but I knew exactly what she meant. I wasn’t being a heinous bitch was what she meant.
“Well, you’re not . . . um . . .” She pushed her glasses up on her nose and waved her hands as if she was looking for the right word.
“A bitch?” I finished. Her face went a little red.
“I wouldn’t necessarily put it that way.” I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, you would. You and everyone else. I know what people say about me, Kyle. It doesn’t bother me.” Not even a little. It was so much better than the alternative.
“It doesn’t?” I shook my head. I expected that to be the end of the questioning, but it wasn’t.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t care what they think.” This was a lie, but she didn’t need to know. I wasn’t sure what this thing was between us, but it definitely wasn’t going anywhere. We weren’t going to hold hands and ride off into the gay sunset.
“Really?” She raised one eyebrow, calling my bluff. I gave her the same look.
“Really.”
She went to say something else, but then all the blood drained from her face.
“What time is it?”
“Um, four thirty,” I said, checking my phone that I’d set on the coffee table.
“Crap, my mom is going to be home any minute. I hate to do this to you, but you’ve got to go. My parents are insane and if you want to not be interrogated about every single detail of your life, I would leave now.” I knew her parents were a little obsessive and I definitely didn’t want to have a conversation with a mom about who I was and what I was doing here.
“Point taken,” I said, getting off the couch, grabbing the empty chip bowl and the disposable dip bowl and heading back to the kitchen.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Kyle said, trailing after me. I just shrugged again and turned to face her.
“Well. I guess I’ll see you in class.” It was an anticlimactic end to what had been a strange day.
“Yeah, see you in class.” I almost leaned in to kiss her, but she just stared at me in that cute-but-stunned way and I couldn’t do it.
“Okay then.” I pivoted on my heels and headed out the front door.
That was when I realized she’d been the one to drive us here.
****
I stood outside for a minute, wondering what to do, but there was no option but to go back inside, which was what I was preparing to do when the front door opened and she walked out.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot that you didn’t have your car here. I can drive you back.” I nodded and got in the passenger seat.
“I had fun today,” I said and then cringed. I sounded like an idiot.
“Me too,” Kyle said, turning
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