A week in New York, alone with your best friend. Eating ice cream on the couch as you watch Mean Girls for the hundredth time together, talking about how you both have a crush on Regina George. But, that doesn't mean anything, right? Complaining how boys suck, over peaches and Lana Del Rey. Sitting criss cross in the hotel room, applying each other's lip gloss. You know, being best friends.

Admitting truths you'd never thought you'd share. "Girls i've never tried." You both admit, blushing slightly as your knees brush each others. Eyes suddenly darkening as they meet each other. It was Tashi. She was your best friend. You could trust her, learn with her, learn about her. The cross necklace dangling from her neck distracting your thoughts. Could go to hell, but you'd probably be fine, you told yourself as you gulped down another swig of wine.

You'd always thought about Tashi like that, you just never thought you'd admit it to anyone. You hadn't thought anyone would ever know how you felt, about her, or even about girls. You pushed down the feelings, never thought you'd cross the line. Yet, here you were, inches away from more than just friends. More than high school crushes and slumber party kisses.

"Touch me, put your lips on mine." She whispers, as the air in the room suddenly got thicker. The bottle of wine soon discarded on the nightstand. Full focus on her. You wanted to know what it was like, what she was like. Wanted to taste the lip gloss on her lips, the salt on her skin, feel her hands on your body. Were you really about to do this? Cross all the lines you never thought you would. You know she wants it, she knows she can have it.