You're So Taystee

Poussey's POV:

"Come on Poussey! Please, it's my favourite ride in the entire world!" Taystee screamed, jumping up and down like a piece of popcorn in the microwave. Her hands were pressed together by the palms whilst her knees were bent slightly. She was urging me, pleading with me. She was pouting at me with soft, puppy eyes. The sky had already gotten dark but Taystee wouldn't let us leave until he had gone on every single ride.

Unlike Taystee, who was a dare devil with every single fairground ride, I was a wimp. Taystee had managed to drag me around the grounds onto everything, but now I was putting up a fight with her because I refused to go on one final ride with her.

The Ferris wheel.

Unlike the other rides, the Ferris wheel would be a slow and painful experience for me. The rollercoaster rides, such as the ghost train, had been over in a matter of minutes, but the Ferris wheel involved my one phobia, a phobia I'd had all my life:

Heights.

I would have to endure a frightful experience of being off the ground as the wheel went round, not one, but three times!

"Taystee no! Haven't we been on enough rides tonight?" I asked. "Besides, why can't you go on the ride yourself? Or do you need me to hold your hand?"

Taystee pouted once again, her shoulders dropping as she huffed. "But, it's not worth it if you're not there with me. I don't want you staying down here on your own either."

The corner of my lips curled into a soft smirk. Taystee had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. She had been the only one who had accepted me since I'd joined her school after moving here from France, just over five years ago. My French accent was still as strong as ever, I'd come to the realisation that I wouldn't be shifting my native tongue anytime soon.

I'd soon come to learn that Taystee hadn't had any friends until I had come along. She was the loner, the weirdo, the girl at school who was seen but always ignored. People didn't accept her because she was different, she liked reading, her sense of humor wasn't really humor to anyone but me, and she seemed like the only person who actually loved school.

I'd had friends back in France, but once I'd moved here, they seemed to have just forgotten about me. Life sucks sometimes, but I guess people just move on...

Taystee only had me, and I only had her. I felt like I could tell Taystee everything; my troubles above all. She would always listen to me and try and help me out. I'd been bullied because of my accent, Taystee had been the only one who found it interesting, or as she put it herself - 'beautiful, beyond reason.'

Back then I had been at the vulnerable age of twelve years old when I had moved here. Kids were kids, and it was understandable why I received those knife stabbing teases on my pronunciation of some key words. But as we all matured, the teasing did eventually stop.

I'd recently turned seventeen, (Taystee's birthday had been two months prior mine), and she'd decided to bring me to the fairground as one of her presents to me. Even though, deep down, I knew her reason for bringing me here had been for her own entertainment too, but I didn't mind.

"Please Poussey," Taystee whispered, "Just for me, will you?"

Even though I felt like I could tell Taystee anything, there were a few things that I'd kept from her. The height phobia being one thing, but there was something much more deeper than that which I'd kept sealed deep in my soul.

Like I'd stated earlier, I met Taystee when I was twelve years old. I was just a girl who was excited to have made such an amazing friend who I could hang out with, and we could do anything together because we understood each other, even at that tender age.

But like many other teenagers out there, I matured. Hormones kicked in and soon I was an adolescent. I started to develop feelings, attractions. To me, Taystee was no longer just my best friend; she was the thick, beautiful figure that I had begun to contract feelings for. Every time she said my name, my heartbeat quickened.

Taystee came out to her parents last year; they'd already figured she was gay, so it came to no shock to them. It took her several weeks to come out to me, she was afraid the news would break our friendship; she thought things would become awkward between us. Of course things were just peachy, and they still are.

I honestly thought I was straight. It wasn't because I wanted to be, it seemed that the stereotypical way of knowing who I would fall in love with would be from the opposite sex. But it seemed that I would not be walking down that path...

But there was no way in the world Taystee would fall for a chick like me. I was short, but standing next to Taystee, I couldn't look any smaller. I had short black hair, totally different from Taystee's huge fluffy hair.

I huffed, how could I deny my love anything? Wait a second... my love, what the hell Poussey!?!? She's your best friend, nothing more, nothing less than that.

"Ok. Fine!" I ripped off another piece of my candyfloss, adding all tension and anger into every bite as I devoured the sugary deliciousness of the pink cotton.