your reputation had never been worse. you’d gotten outed by your ex to the entire public. just because she wanted payback.

this is why you were so surprised when celia st james, an actress who was a year younger than you, began trying to pursue conversation with you

none of it made sense. she really must’ve liked you for who you truly were.

one night, you were sitting on a couch on your patio as celia smoked a cigarette, her legs laying across your lap

“y’know i don’t care you’re a lesbian right?” she asked, taking a drag

“i kinda assumed” you say softly

celia smiles before thinking to herself, ‘sometimes when i look into your eyes i pretend you're mine- all the damn time.’

but she would never say that out loud. she knew the delicate situation you two were in

“just thought you should know” she smiled.

you were glad to have someone so supportive. you almost wished celia was gay too, but you knew you had to push your feelings aside so you didn’t ruin this friendship with the only supportive person in your life