It’s nothing… right? You’re just making up feelings where there aren’t any. You and Claire are best friends. That’s what it is. You only made out because you were confused about your sexuality. She was just helping you figure it out. Right…?

Yes. Yes that’s it. She was just helping you and everything is back to normal.

Then why do you keep dreaming about it? Why does her voice makes you shudder in a way it never did in the past 13 years you’ve known each other? Why did her touching your arm make you blush like a goddam tomato?

You were lost in your thoughts, walking around school aimlessly when you walked into what you thought would be an empty classroom.

Well… it wasn’t.

In that classroom was a girl sitting on a desk, uniform skirt riding up and between her legs was Claire. Kissing her.

Well. Shit.

You immediately blush profusely and without thinking you bolt out of the classroom.

Seeing her kiss someone else shouldn’t have meant anything. She’s just your best friend.

Then why are your eyes prickling with tears and your heart breaking right inside of your chest?