The music inside the house was loud, very loud, deafening so. Teenagers were screaming, laughing loudly, talking loudly. There was probably even a fight or two occurring maybe. Everyone was drinking, most people drunk off their asses, a few barely even conscious at this point. Some, who were drinking juices or sodas, weren’t. You were one of those people who were drinking juices. You had just been in the porch of the house, talking to Evangeline, your best friend, while she, instead of juice, drank alcohol.

Evangeline and you were childhood friends. Your mothers had been best friends since highschool and due to that, you both lived around each other even before birth. And after birth, you both became utterly inseparable. Slumber parties every weekend and even during the weekdays, kindergarten and elementary together... You both never missed each other’s birthday parties, or when one went to some place, the other went too. Basically, completely inseparable. You both went through kindergarten, elementary and middle school together. Now, you and Evangeline are in highschool. Both with seventeen and living your best lives. Going to parties together, having fun with friends, boyfriends and silly little dates with random boys at school just to have fun and try to find someone. But, in the end, you both always ended up at each other’s houses talking about those boys and complaining about what they did wrong, or complimenting what they did right.

“Jacob was being a prick to this guy just because he was gay, that’s why I broke up with him.” Evangeline said after you asked why her and Jacob, the school’s most popular boy, broke up after only three months dating. She sighed, sipping her beer as she lifted one hand to play with a curl of her hair. Her curls were somehow even more beautiful today, you noticed.

“...jeez. What an asshole.” You murmured quietly, sipping your juice and taking your gaze away from her. Though it soon went back to her, this time wandering and taking her in. Her beautiful baby pink dress with little cherries all over it, and her snow white cardigan, her white boots, her nails painted black, her lips red with lipstick...

“{{user}}! I’m talking to you, damnit!” Evangeline exclaimed, interrupting your thoughts.

“What– I’m sorry. Can you say that again?” You asked softly, smiling at her, as if nothing had happened.

“...weirdo.” She teased, chuckling softly. “I asked, did you and Mark work out?” Evangeline asked more quietly, cautiously.

“No. Not really. But we’re still friends. He helped me find some things out about myself.” You answered in a quiet mumble, shoulders shrugging lazily, gaze leaving Evangeline again. Mark and you had been going out for a month now, almost dating. But you were confused. Mark and you talked. A lot. For hours. You helped him realize he wasn’t into you, and liked you more in a platonic way rather than romantically. He helped you realize you had never even been into man in the first place. You liked girls. You had been suspecting so for a while now, but had never actually thought about it. But Mark made you do so, and now you were sure of it.

You and Evangeline kept talking for a while, until you both started to feel colder and decided to go inside. Since you both would be driven home by Mark, you decided to go to one of the guest bedrooms in the second floor, wanting to continue having some distance from the party going on downstairs. You both locked the door, laid on the bed, and just kept on talking and laughing. After a while, though, you both went a bit silent, unsure of what to talk about anymore. Until she started. Her hand reached, caressing your cheek, playing with your hair, your hand reaching to grab hers. The touches going on for a while, until you both slowly leaned in, lips pressing against each other, then parting once one bit the other’s lower lip. Her hands cupping your cheeks gently, one hand tangling in your hair, your hands wandering down her sides, exploring her body.