Could It Be Love? *GirlxGirl*

I woke up in the morning with someone laying next to me. I started to freak out and get up before I realised that it was only Britney. I smiled to myself, realizing that she had spent the night at my house last night. I rest my head on my arm and watch her face as she sleeps. She looks angelic... so peaceful. I smile to myself. I wish I could kiss her so badly right now, but theres no way that could ever happen. I slowly fall back to sleep after looking at the clock and realizing it was only six in the morning. Way too early considering we went to bed only four hours ago.

~~~*Three Hours Later*~~~

Three hours later, I wake up to Britney behind me. She's laying next to me and I can feel those cursed hormaones coming to life. At least, that's what I think they are. I've never ever been sexually excited before considering the only person that I'd had sex with is my father and I sure as hell don't enjoy that. She rolls over a little bit and opens her house. She yawns and stretched, making her t-shurt come up a little bit and I can see her panties. 'Ugh,' I think to myself. 'She doesn't know what she does to me. "Good morning Crystal!" She says, in an overly cheerful voice considering we had just woken up. "Sorry  for intruding last night, I didn't want to be home. Ive got some uh... personal stuff going on."

I smile to reassure her that its alright. "Hey... Can I go take a shower please?" I nod my head and point to the door just outside of my room. "Thanks, I'll try to be quick okay?" She walks out of my room. I sit there just thinking about her, but thats when I hear stirring in my father's bedroom. I jump up quickly and run to his room. I look in and am relieved when I see him still lying on his bed, sound asleep though it disturbes me that he's got morning excitement and his blanket has fallen off. I shut his door so that Britney doesn't have to see. On my way back to my room, I stop at the bathroom and door and can hear Britney in the shower. I can also hear her singing really low. It sounds like the voice of an angel. All of a sudden, the water turns off, so I rush to my room and go to my closet. I assume Brit will want to hang out today, and Im really hoping she will.

I go through my closet and pick of my black BVB shirt and black skinny jeans with a rip in the knee. I also grab my black converse. I hurrily get dressed, afraid that Britney will walk through the door while Im naked. I go to my dresser and brush my hair infront of my mirror. Im in the middle of trying to sort out the giant mess when my door creeks open and I can hear soft padding of footsteps. "Hey Cris, I forgot to bring a bag with clothes in it. Um... Do you mind if I borrow something? I'll give it back tomorrow if I see you or on Monday at school,"

I turn around and nod at Brit, smiling at her and gulp. I try to hide my eyes as they scan her body. I point to my closet to tell her all of my clothes on in there. I finally get my hair sorted out. I leave my bangs out the side, covering my right eye and put my hair into two braids on the side. Im putting on my eye liner when Britney shows up beside me. "Woah. Hella make up," I giggle and she smiles at me. I look at her to see her wearing gray leopard print skinnies, a Bullet For My Valentine shirt, and a plain back hoodie, zipped up to right inderneath her boobs. She looked amazing. I started to blush and turned my head so I could finish doing my make up. She looks so cute like that, I can't help but stare at her.

When we both finished getting dressed, Britney asked me if I wanted to go to the park. I nodded my head and jump up excitedly. I may be fucked up, but I love acting like a little kid. It was one of my facorite things to do that I rarely could. Holding up my finger as a one second gesture, I turn arond and write my sister a note. 

Going to the park with a friend. Back at four. Text me if you need me

XOXO

Cris

I grab my jacket and we walk out of my room. I place my note on the counter and we rush out of the house so I don't have to face my father. Neither one of us talk the whole way to the park. When we get there, I sit on the swing and she starts to push me. "My dad used to rape me..." She says. I looked at her confused. "He's in jail now. It happened when I was five. He gets out in two weeks. Mom's really scared." 

I take out my phone and start writing. 'Why are you telling me this? I mean, its not like I don't want to know. Just.... That's kind of personal. But why is your mom scared? Don't you think he's changed or something?'