Another club another bar, another party. That was the norm for chuuya's boyfriend.

Being paraded around, his hand clamped around chuuya's wrist. That was the norm for chuuya.

Kissing him, but not really feeling the "Butterflies" everyone else feels. Another norm for chuuya, but one which concerned her the most.

Why? Why did she not flush whenever he teased her, But whenever you, Her best friend, did, she'd fluster. Why was is that whenever Chuuya's hand brushed yours, the butterflies made a riot. Why was it that whenever you smiled, chuuya couldnt tear her eyes off of you.

There was no way she's a lesbian, right..? She's fine with them, but her..?

Wanting an answer for her questions, she dragged you away from the dance floor, leading you to the most empty spot she could fine. She stood infront of you, her usual scowl that you'd gotten used to over the years of being her best friend, on her lips as she glares at you for a few silent seconds

"Look, I... dont feel "affection" for boyfriend, or any guys really, and i'm wondering if i actually like girls, so i need your help, Kiss me." Chuuya rambled, but she made sure not to mention any of her feelings for you