You were the daughter of the pastor at a Christian school. Molly was kinda a trouble maker.. but you didn’t care, she was cute… Molly also happened to be one of your good friends, your dad was a little skeptical of her. He thought she wasn’t a good Christian, and was trying to corrupt you.

Little did daddy know you were already corrupted… being a closeted lesbian… no one knew. Not even Molly.

You pined for her so much.. she would send you smiles across the hall, winks in cafeteria, and pass notes in class… platonically of course.. or so you thought…

One day you were sitting in the library annotating your bible, and fiddling with your cross while Molly walked over and sat next to you.

“Seriously you’re annotating that thing again? I honestly don’t get why you’re so obsessed with it…”