Damn Straight! (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 2

ooooohh so will she tell Jared her secret? what do you reckon? :P

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We walked to Grace's house together after school. There was a definite tension between us, and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, it just wouldn't budge. I couldn't wait for the time I could snuggle up in bed with my notebooks. I never found it easy to talk to people about how I felt, but I loved to write. So every night before bed I would express myself through poetry and stories. It was my second favourite time of day, my first being the time I got to spend with Grace.

We arrived at Grace's house with its blue chipped door, the paint peeling to reveal light wooden panelling. She grabbed a key from under the ceramic bulldog perched by the front door. I couldn't help but smile at how wonderfully kooky the Aldersey family were. They were just so friendly and had always treated me like one of their own. I had grown to love them like family even if they were a little set in their ways. Their house was not particularly big, but they were happy and I admired how they were not all that concerned with material things.

The front room was a mess as always with books scattered across the worn down floor and half empty mugs taking over the coffee table. I saw grace roll her eyes at the chaos around us. The scene before us was not a new one, I wondered if I had ever seen it tidy but with Grace having two younger brothers it probably couldn't be helped. So we got to work cleaning, the awkwardness of earlier disappearing with every second that passed as we shared jokes and laughed almost like we used to.

I slumped down on her sofa after our marathon tidy up while Grace put the duster and polish back in their rightful place. I felt a bubble of pride rise in my chest as I glanced at our handiwork and saw the room had been completely transformed. It was then that I noticed the pile of dirty dishes and mugs perching on the coffee table, how could we have missed those? Before I had the chance to get up and clean them away myself Grace came up beside me and began picking up the china. She motioned for me to stay sitting so I gladly obliged. As she worked I couldn't help but notice the tangle of hair that fell down over one side of her face. Her free hand swiped the locks behind her ear giving me a clear view of her midnight blue eyes and deep into her troubled but beautiful soul.

I cursed myself inwardly for being such a coward, because if I had the balls, I would have kissed her then and there and made her mine forever.

Grace sat down next to me on the sofa when she had finished and let out a huge sigh which sent some hair flying upwards.

“Hey, do you remember the time your brothers drew on the wall in sharpie? we were cleaning for hours!” I giggled at the memory

“Of course I do! My parents were going to leave it there because it made the house look 'lived in'. Best weekend of my life” Grace said as she recounted the events of last year. Her glowing face began to deflate at the last sentence, sending chills down my spine. I loved her smile and couldn't bare it when she looked sad. It was like the sun had just gone in.

At that point she crossed her legs on the sofa and swivelled so she was facing me, a nervous expression in her eyes. I turned to look at her, unease rising in my chest. We were silent for what seemed like hours before Grace finally spoke.

“I have something to tell you.” She paused, taking a long breath. “I've wanted to tell you for a long time now, but I just didn't know how you were going to react. I just hope you still like me afterwards. You're my best friend Jar, and I can't lose you.”

She was beginning to babble, a nervous habit of hers. So I put my hands up, trying to get her to stop talking.

“Grace, just calm down. Of course you wont lose me, you're my bestie, I love you” I just wished she knew how true that last part was. “Now what's wrong?” I asked, trying to sound reassuring.

Grace closed her eyes and took a breath that seemed to last forever.

“I like girls Jared. I'm a lesbian.”