But enough of that backstory, back to the real juice. The girl had told, it was horrible. Lets just say that after having two days home, many visits to therapists, and a phone call from the school telling me I could return to school, I had made up my mind that the amazing, beautiful girl wasn't amazing anymore, she was my enemy, but still my secret love. This all happened in the first week of October.
Things got better, I forgave the beautiful girl and we became friends again. So, me being the nervous, closeted lesbian, I asked her to come over for a sleepover with some of my other friends.
The gorgeous girl came over early and we went for a walk. We walked and walked, talking as the silent air hung between us like gas, choking and gagging. Suddenly the conversation moved towards crushes and sexuality.
"So, do you like girls?" she asked, a questioning look on her beautiful face.
"I don't know, I know you do..." I replied cautiously, scared of why she was asking. We kept talking and she kept asking me more questions, when suddenly three words slipped out of her lips.
"I like you." she said, a bold look on her face. I stared wide eyed until she looked back at me, I turned my head quickly.
"I do too." I heard myself say, why did I just say that?! What am I saying! I can't like girls, I mean I do but I don't. I can't! So many things were running through my head. This beautiful girl liked me back, she actually did. That night started a long road of pain and happiness. We started dating, and everything immediately started off fast. That night was my very first kiss... Ever.