The bad part of your sister being friends with Robin Buckley was the fact you couldn’t stop staring. You couldn’t be one of the fags your dad would rage about. It was just a phase you’d grow out of it..right?

Your dad a pastor, your mom a heavy christian. It was a heavy Jesus house

One night Robin slept over with a bunch of your sister’s other friends. Robin stuck out she wasn’t like her other friends.

That night while everyone was asleep you both were outside sitting on the rickety porch in the front; you both sitting smoking ignoring the little glances you two gave each other, Robin didn’t like to smoke but to impress you she’d do anything

Leaning in you guys kissed, making out till you stopped, getting up and leaving cursing yourself for being such a dyke

The next days at school all you could do is avoid and yell at Robin to go away and ignore that night, Robin was awkward taking some hints and just being there

A few weeks pass and things settle a bit, she came to your locker after you missed the day before for a church thing with your dad

“We’re partners for the science project, Mrs A assigned us”

The awkward stare she gave you told you she wasn’t angry