I felt like there was too much yaoi, so I wrote some yuri. And, frankly, I think it's total fluff. A little teen love story between fourteen-year-old Sally and Lola. (Sally as in Butters' Bottome Bitch Sally.)

Enjoy!


you took my hand,
you showed me how.
you promised me you'd be around.

Who Knew - Pink

What did it mean, exactly? This urge - not really an urge, but it was an odd desire. To try something new. Was it new? I squeezed the tiny, slender fingers in my right hand.

"Is it wrong? That I want to try?"

"I don't know - mom says that it's okay. But dad doesn't think so." She muttered sadly, brushing a piece of shiny, strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. "What about you?"

"My parents said that experimenting is natural. That girls do it more than boys, and that it's natural. That we grow out of it. It's a phase, I guess."

"So, this," She said, picking up my hand and shaking it around a little, to emphasize her point. "Is just a phase? It will go away?"

"According to my parents, yes."

"So it isn't real." Sally said, staring at the tops of the pine trees from the rooftop where we sat. Sally always liked sitting on her rooftop, so I would sit with her sometimes. I had always asked her why, and she said that the stars were pretty, and it made her happy to look at them. I guess I paid more attention to her when she stared, though. She always wore a light pink shirt tank top, despite the cold, and some shorts. Of course, then she would put a big, gray hooded sweatshirt over it, and it was longer than the shorts. But Sally was just like that, with her pretty, strawberry blonde hair and navy blue eyes. Not bright blue, or icy, but navy, like the ocean at night. Warm, navy blue eyes.

"I don't know, Sally. It feels real. And I like it." I murmured quietly, looking at the stars for the first time.

"Lola, what should we do?"

"You always had more initiative than me."

"But you were on the committee in elementary school." She pointed out.

"Bebe made the decisions, Sally. Not me. No, Lola was just a way for her to dictate without being a dictator. Bebe always hated Wendy's shadow. It was always too big for her to cover."

"What, you never liked being popular?" Sally asked.

"I never thought about it much. I just saw it as knowing a lot of peoples names."

"Oh." Sally said, chewing on her fingernails nervously.

"What's the matter?"

"Sometimes I just think that if this is a phase, I wonder what will happen when we grow out of it." Sally said, switching back to the previous subject. I sighed a little bit, before spreading my arms out in a gesture.

"Come 'ere, Sally." She situated herself in my arms, placing her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled like apples. "I'm not going to think about it, because I like where we are now. I'm comfortable with it, and I like it."

"What does comfortable mean, though?"

"It means that I like where I am, and I'm not excited to move on." I answered immediately.

"Lola, can we try?"

"Try what?"

"Being like all of the other couples. Just, we're girls. That's not wrong. I want to try." Sally said.

I sighed a little bit, and smiled. Always one for experimenting. I pressed my lips to her temple, and she giggled, probably because my long brown hair tickled her nose. "We should try, then."


Don't ask. I'm female. I can write fluff if I want too. ^_^