Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original 6teen characters.
Published: November 1, 2012
Chapter One
I had no idea why Caitlin invited me over, in fact, she never asked me to come over if Jen wasn't tagging along. I always assume she thought I would murder her or something. Not that I haven't thought about it because her little bubbly personality did push me to consider maiming her once in awhile. So when she called me at 11 0' clock at night and made me swear not to tell Jen I was coming it was like placing the forbidden fruit right in little ole Eve's hands. Tempting. So I snuck out my window, and took the twenty-minute walk to Caitlin's gated community and waited for her to buzz me in. As I walked down her neighbor I wonder what she could possibly want. Advice? Nah, she would never ask me about guy problems, I was less helpful than a Neanderthal. Then what? I stopped in my tracks remembering earlier this week, Caitlin mentioned how bad she wanted to give me a makeover. Was this some trap, to tie me down and force it on me? I shook the thought out of my head; she loved her life too much to even try it. I chuckled for being so dramatic and rung the doorbell, the mainly glass door swung open immediately an angry faced Caitlin stood in the way seething.
"Finally!" she screamed grabbing my wrist and pulling me in. Not expecting it, I stumbled into her house.
"Whoa there, where's the fire?" I demanded. Suddenly, her mood change, and she started wringing her hands nervously.
"I'm sorry, I'm not myself today."
"Yea, I noticed. You mind explaining?" She bit her lip nervously, and beckoned me to follow her. I did and I realized she was leading me to her room. I thought about protesting considering her room looked like Hello Kitty and My Little Pony took turns throwing up in there and I still had my suspicions on a forced makeover coming on. But I didn't, I just braced myself and entered her room the way a soldier would enter a battle. Her room looked exactly how I described it, but worse. Everything was just so fluffy, warm, and inviting it made me sick. She told me to sit and I sunk down into a really plush beanbag and looked at her expectantly. She sat Indian style on her pink bed, placed a rainbow colored unicorn in her lap, and said nothing. We sat in silence, until I got impatient, which didn't take me long.
"Caitlin if you don't tell me what is wrong, I swear I'll slap you silly."
"I'm scared," she mumbled, her lips trembling slightly. I softened up, sometimes I forget how sensitive she really is, when not her usually annoying, chatty self. Sighing, I joined her on the bed and placed an awkward hand on her knee.
"Look, whatever it is, I'll help you through it, Jen too." She flinched away from me.
"NO! Jen can't know she'll hate me."
"No, Jen won't," I assured her.
"She told me herself Nikki!" she half screamed, her eyes watery.
"What exactly did she say, Cait?" She answered so lowly, I only caught the last word and my heart began to pound harshly.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"She said that she hated gays," she whispered loudly, her eyes looked frighteningly into mines, "And Nikki I'm gay."
A/N – So yes this story is very spur of the moment. Just got the idea and I had to write it. So tell me what you think. Should I continue?
