8AN: I originally wrote this with descriptions instead of dialog, because dialog is challenging for me. But ultimately I didn't like how it sounded and spent a bit of effort into engaging dialog that helps us connect with the characters. What's hardest about dialog is they tend to all sound like me, and if not they seem very archetypical. I hope I did a well enough job establishing their own personalities.
I took her up to my room and told her there was something on my mind, something that had been bugging me. I lied to her, and told her that a friend had been messaging me a lot, and that I don't know if she wants to be more than friends, but there's a small part of me that wants it and the rest of my mind is fighting it and that I don't know what to do or how to deal with these feelings other than to ignore them. I told her that I doubt I am strong enough to be a lesbian, and that I don't think I would be if it weren't for the feelings I felt for this girl because I'm not attracted to women. I told her that I don't want to have to tell anybody and that I wish I was normal. I told her that it's been driving me crazy and that lately I find myself constantly wondering more and more often about what it is and it has become harder to ignore. I asked her to help me.
She was very calm for me almost coming out to her. Her eyes showed genuine surprise and alarm, yet concern. They told me she cares, they told me that she was just as confused as I was.
"how long did it take for you to decide to talk to me about this?" she asked, more than a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"I tried to ignore it. It's been a while." I said slowly, not even thinking about it.
I could tell she was suspicious, and I remember wondering how I could tell. I concluded that it was her body language that told me, but I wasn't sure which part of her body was telling me. I remember looking at her, and admiring her body as if I was trying to pretend I was looking for the sign. Her lips caught me off guard. In staring at her, she seized the moment to kiss me. She tilted her head to the side, and slowly kissed me again and again. If I was a lesbian, I would have loved it.
She stepped back, giving me room to breathe, avoiding any intimacy.
"Was it bad?" she asked, being as objective as possible. I looked at her, but I didn't answer, desperately searching for a tactful response that served my decided cause.
"I'm not sure, I was so surprised, I was more shocked that you kissed me. Maybe if I'm expecting a kiss?" I said not even questioning her reasoning for kissing me.
She walked up and slowly put her arms around my waist, and brought her lips in close, stopping less than an inch from mine. I closed my eyes and, unaware of her restrain, brought my hands to her shoulders and leaned in to meet her.
She broke away, with a grin on her face and gigantic aura of satisfaction as she left me high and dry.
"You are a flaming homo and there is no precedence for the amount of gay in you," she said. I looked at her dumbfounded by what she had just done, my jaw hanging open. I had been tricked, and she couldn't have been enjoying it more.
"You're just bi-curious," she corrected, "a lot of girls get it on the internet."
I felt stupid and defeated and tactless. I did like the first kiss, and she knew it. And now I'll never hear the end of it.
I had no idea what to say, but Tori spoke for me. "Wanna make out?" I gave her a stern looking at and she giggled like I would have if I were in her place. "I know your secret!" she repeated, swaying back and forth on my bed.
'I will never hear the end of it,' I thought, but that was soon drowned out by the worry of ever admitting the truth about my feelings, and not just to her.
AN: If there was ever a story I am going to finish, I'd love for it to be this one. I'm hoping that publishing it and giving it time to garner appreciation might help get me motivated to finish this gem (my opinion, best story I ever wrote).
So please, review and tell me if I did a well enough job on their personalities, (I know there's not much to go on) tell me why my cocky attitude puts you off and why you'd rather go watch the next installment of c-span than continue reading this rubbish.