No Strings

Changing Rooms

"I guess they do."

"Aren't you bothered by that?" I ask "We've officially been on a date."

"We haven't even set off for our second half date yet because you're taking forever to get ready." She switches her tone

"I can't decide what to wear"

"That white dress looks cute, wear that." She says, I nod

"Good idea. I think I will." I take it out of my closet and slip it on. I chose some pretty heels to go with it, but ones that I can walk in.

"Beautiful. Ready?" She asks, I shake my head. She groans

"I just need sunglasses and perfume" I bargain. She lays back on my bed, showing that she doesn't think we're leaving any time soon. "You're such a sulk."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are.." I give myself a couple sprays of perfume and then pick out some shades. I don't want to be recognised today. Especially when I'm with Lana. We can't give ourselves away. "I think you're one of the best smelling people I know."

"Thanks" she gets up off of the bed "I think you're the best smelling person I know ever. You smell sexy." She takes my hand "Ready to go?"

"I am"

"Great. Let's go then."

We head downstairs then out of the house and she takes me to the cinema, just like she said. Well actually, she says the movies instead - cinema is only used by the British. We watched a new Disney film and didn't get recognised. It was great because we held hands for most of the movie, and because she paid for my snacks. Even now that I have money, I still feel ripped off by cinema food prices.

"I have brain freeze" I tightly close my eyes, finishing off my slushie. She's driving us to go shopping somewhere. I don't know where.

"Don't drink so quickly then.."

"You're full of sympathy." I say sarcastically, my hand pressing against my forehead. The pain is lingering but it's subsiding slowly.

"You're right, I'm sorry. Do you want me to hold your hand? Would that help?" She asks

"Yeah.. I think so." I lie, laying my hand on hers over the gearstick.

Her skin is so soft and feminine, and reminds me of why I prefer women to men. And I love her smell. A man could never smell like that. Or treat me the way she treats me, or make me feel the way she makes me feel... I'm so gay.

"Your hand's cold from holding the slushie, put it under mine.." She tells me. I follow her orders.

It's very sweet of her to help me warm up, and the firm way she tells me to do things is irresistible to me. It's like she's being sweet but trying not to show it. She drives me crazy.

I glance over at her so I can admire how beautiful she is. But then she catches me staring at her, so I look away. Even though we're getting more serious, it still feels like a war between us for who can resist each other the most. It's our little game.

"Caught you." She squeezes my hand

"Wasn't looking anyway.." I lie, she laughs a little. Her laugh is pretty, and it always makes me smile. I enjoy seeing her happy.

It's scary, but sometimes I get the feeling that maybe this is what people are talking about when they say that they love someone.

It's crazy to say that I love her. Practically insane, even. But most of the feelings are there, and it's getting pretty unignorable. She's all I think about. And not just sexually.