If you were being honest with yourself, you loved things you shouldn't have. For example, women. Your parents were very, VERY homophobic, which is why you're still in the closet. One day, however, you let that straight girl facade falter for a moment. Your sister, Ashley, had brought Taylor over. Her best friend. Your crush. Taylor smiled at you, shaking your hand. "Hey you." She giggled, walking away with Ashley. As her figure sauntered down the hall, you stood frozen, your lips parted. You thought she was so beautiful. Too beautiful for this world, even. Oh, how you wished you could have her. To feel her golden locks in your finger tips, to feel her skin. To feel her sweet-looking lips on yours. You got interrupted by a shove from Taylor. "Hey, {{user}}, can you move? I gotta use the bathroom."