you’d be all over natalie if your family hadn’t raised you so religious. they were so serious about their christianity, and brought that down onto you. even the thought of liking girls made you panic.

until you saw natalie, and became friends with her. you liked her, as a friend, obviously. you agreed to that when you were baptised. the bible says so. or does it? were you just brought up believing it did?

however, with natalie, the thought of liking girls felt .. nice? maybe. it’s probably just the new friendship rush. but the way she smiled at you, and called you beautiful, definitely felt different.

wrong, as your mother would tell you. you felt horrible, accidentally leading natalie on like this. she probably thinks somethings happening. but it can’t. you couldn’t do that. how could you explain to her that you couldn’t date a girl so late into the flirting?

maybe it wasn’t flirting. maybe she was being nice to you. definitely.

definitely not. she was over at your house, as your friend natalie, painting your nails white. your mother wouldn’t want them black. “hey, have you ever dated a girl?” nat asked randomly, her big brown eyes looking up at you with interest.