Krista sat in front of her vanity brushing her hair, the record player on the far end of her room playing a slow tune. She hummed to it as she ran the brush through her blonde locks, the light in front of her illuminating her hair a golden color. She hummed along to the music, sitting in the dim room in her night dress, brushing her hair, and staring at her reflection.

Krista had the good life, a family consisting of a mother, father and herself, money, lived in a mansion, and she never wanted for nothing. She was sophisticated, proper, she had manners, and she was a lady. She was ideal, her home was ideal, her family was ideal. Yes, Krista had the life that any girl wished for.

She put down her hairbrush, stood up, and spun around her in room, laughing and humming to the record. This was perfect; her clothes, her music, her home. Everything was perfect.

It was a Tuesday night and Kirsta decided to out with her friends to a small fair downtown. Wearing her hair in curls, her make up all set, and wearing her favorite dress she was ready to set out. She looked herself up and down in the mirror one more time. Her white dress, went down to the middle of her shins, almost down to her ankles, and had ruffles down each side, flower designs along the waste as a belt. The torso of the dress was plain, sleeveless, and dipped into a V at the neck; the lower was frilled and curved to the left.

Light brown pantyhose covered her legs, and she wore white, heeled shoes with a strap around the ankles. She finished off her look with a clip of two white flowers. Once clipped in her hair, Krista heard the honk of Bertholdt's car. Grabbing her purse, she headed downstairs. She kissed her father on the cheek goodbye, and headed out the door.

Once she was visible on her porch, she heard Connie and Sasha laugh and shout loudly. This was a big night for all of them, Bertholdt was finally able to come out of the confines of his house, and go out with them. His father was generally very strict and never let him go anywhere, so now that he was finally free for a night they were all very excited. Sasha was wearing a silk, dark brown dress with long sleeves, a white zipper that stopped at her chest, a belt-like design at the lower half of her waste, and a skirt that flowed. Her dark brown hair was in a bun, and she had in white pearl ear rings. Connie had on a grey, baggy hat, a white long sleeved shirt with a brown vest over it, an brown shorts that stopped at his knees. Bertholdt had on the simplest outfit of everyone; a light blue button down shirt with black pants, suspenders, and a black bow tie.

Krista lifted herself into the car, and they drove off as soon as she shut the door. "I am so excited! We're gonna have a great time, play all the games, eat all the food!" Sasha boasted with excitement.

Connie turned around with a grin on his face. "Maybe we could meet some people, yeah? A couple of gents for you two and some ladies for me and Bert!"

Bertholdt chuckled nervously, but just kept driving. Sasha gave a bored expression at Connie's words, "Connie, that's really not my priority right now."

Krista giggled as the two went on about Sasha's eating habits. She mostly enjoyed the way the wind felt through her hair and against her skin, the night air making it just the perfect temperature; chill, but not muggy or too cold. Once they pulled up to the fairgrounds, one could visibly see all four of the teenagers' excitement. Bertholdt stopped the engine, letting everyone out then hopped out himself. "Connie, really? Those shoes and socks?" Sasha remarked, pointing at his legs.

Connie was wearing black knee socks with cream colored shoes. "What? I think I look pretty spiffy." he made a pose and wriggled his eyebrows.

The two went back and fourth about their attire as the group payed for their tickets at the ticket booth. Sasha immediately headed for the first food stand she set her eyes on. Connie ran after her, and Bertholdt sighed. "They're gonna be a handful tonight, aren't they?" he asked, looking down at Krista.

"They should really just go steady, it's painful to watch."

The four spent the night playing games, watching live shows, and eating at the booths. Connie won a prize for Sasha, and Bertholdt bought a balloon for Krista. It was getting to around 11 p.m. and the teens were now just standing around by the ferris wheel talking and enjoying each others company. Kritsa looked off to the side to see a group of boys hanging around the side of a closed game stall; most of them were drinking, some were smoking, and others just sitting around. They seemed to be talking about something, and Krista flinched when one looked at her. He had long, dark brown hair in a ponytail, tan skin, and freckles spread on his cheeks. They stared at each other for a moment before she turned back to her own group of friends, trying to cut into what they were discussing.

Something made her glance back though, and she caught one boy point at her and the one she made eye contact with push himself up. 'Oh please don't come over here!' she pleaded in her head.

She forced herself to look at Connie, who was telling some story about his dog, and pretended like some boy wasn't approaching her.
"Hey."

Krista jumped, and slowly looked to him. Connie had stopped talking, Bertholdt and Sasha were also watching. Up close, Krista could see that this boy was much taller than her, he was slim, and his rolled up sleeves of his dull-green shirt showed off some arm muscles; his black pants made his legs look long, and...Wait, this boy..wasn't a boy at all! Krista took in a breath, and stared at this person's chest. Breasts. Small, but they were there.

"You like my boobs?" she asked

The blonde turned red and looked this girl in the face; her features were definitely feminine. She could see now this that this was no boy. A girl wearing boy's clothes, and hanging around the boys. Krista straightened herself upright, "Do you need something?" she asked with a stern face.

The girl leaned up a bit and scratched behind her head. "Nah, nothin' babe, but the guys over here dared me to come talk to you so..."

Krista felt herself fill with rage. 'Babe'? 'Dare'? She stepped up to this unknown girl and looked her straight in the eye. "First, don't ever call me 'babe' again. I am a girl, and it's inappropriate. Second, I don't care that you're friends 'dared' you to come and talk to me, I don't want to talk to you. Now leave me alone." she turned around sharply and walked away from the ferris wheel, not even turning to see if the rest followed her.

As she was walking away she heard the words 'jeez' and 'princess' come form the girl's mouth. Choosing to ignore it, she walked until she was as far away from the ferris wheel as she could get without leaving the fair. 'I hope I never see that dumb girl again!' she thought as she let the others catch up with her.

~Notes~

Okay, so it's late and I got some sudden inspiration to do this kind of angsty, lesbian 20s au kinda thing. Its the generic, rich girl gets with the kid from the wrong side of the tracks or whatever and my life needs more yumikuri. So I will be updating two fanfictions from here on out and I will do my best to do so! :D