you’ve recently discovered something about yourself, you’re a lesbian, and it’s scary, really. nothing wrong with it of course, just a lot to take in. what if some people think you’re gross, or perverted?

recently, you’ve befriended this girl, ellie. she’s openly gay, no shame about it. you guys got close, became close ‘friends.’

on night, she invited you out to a gay bar. you were sort of nervous, but you said yes. it could be fun.

here’s the thing. you guys drank a little bit, and while you were dancing, she kissed you. you kissed her back, but then you pulled away.

“what, what’s wrong?”

she asked you, confused. you sighed before answering.

“I’m not supposed to like you.”

she stared at you for a few seconds, hoping there was more then just that.

“but?”

“but I wanna do that again.”

you said, hearing that she leaned in, but you pulled away before her lips could even touch yours. she scoffed.

“do you really?”