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"Jade!"

I sprint towards her dark head of hair and the defiant streaks of turquoise dripping through the black. I hope she doesn't reject my hug, but I can promise nothing.

My arms barley wrap around her before she throws them off, scowling at my chipper expression. "Off, Cat," she scolds, and I slink back a couple of steps, resting my head against a quilted locker.

"Jade-y, Jade-y," I bounce, "I can't stop thinking about what you said! I think we should totally go to Nozu tomorrow, and can we invite Tori and Beck and Andre and Robbie and-"

"Shhhh," Jade hisses, pulling me over to the side of the lockers. "I just wanted it to be you and me. Ever since Beck and I broke up, I've needed to channel the few drops of love that my soul has into something. DON'T mention this to anyone else."

"OKAY," I whisper, but loudly enough so that anyone who wants to hear can hear. Sometimes, when we're alone, Jade scares me. "I WON'T TELL ANYONE WE'RE GOING TO NOZU TOMORROW."

Jade's eyes burn into my soul, and I cower, backing up and raising my hands. "Okay," I whisper, at a normal volume this time.

"At six," she tells me.

"Cat," Jade asks, after the nice man has taken our orders and given us food, "Can I sleep over at your house tonight again?"

"Jade-y," I inform her, concerned, "You've slept over at my house tonight every single day for..." I count on my fingers. "3 weeks! Why?"

"We don't have any white frosting," she tells me, "or any spoons. How am I supposed to eat white frosting if we don't have any frosting or any spoons?" Suddenly I feel very bad for Jade, and I feel obliged to hug her. She shoves me away.

Carefully taking a piece of sushi between her chopsticks, she dips it in the brown, murky sauce and swirls it around. "Eat, Cat," she commands, pointing to my food. It all seems dull to me now that white frosting is on my mind.

"But I'm not hungry!" I protest, shoving it away. "Eww. It's icky, Jade, don't make me eat it."

"Cat," she tells me firmly, "Eat."

It slides down my throat slowly, even if I dip it in murky brown sauce. When Jade's not looking, I dump half of it into my napkin. Just to be safe, I tell her, "Jade, don't look, I'm not putting my food in my napkin." But she finds out anyway, and we leave.

Jade's face is almost as dark as outside. She's going to drive back at night; Jade loves driving at night, but I hate it. When you drive at night, there's no sun, and the sun guides your way. But Jade always knows where she's going, even without a sun.

I have a secret to tell Jade that will make her face like the sun. I've only seen her happy when she's acting, when she's pretending to be someone else, and when she's with Beck. I want to wait, though, and tell her tonight. I want to see if Jade's sun-face glows in the dark.

"Jade," I whisper, when the lights are still on and we're still in our day clothes, but I can't wait any longer. "Jade, I have a secret."

She raises her eyebrows. "Is it a good secret or a bad secret?"

"A good one!" I almost yell, nodding as fast as I can. "A good secret."

"Dammit," Jade mutters, sitting on the mattress. It creaks under her weight. "Fine, tell me."

"I love girls," I blurt out suddenly, and I bite my lip from excitement. Will Jade's sun face appear? She seems unchanged, and she gives me a shrug and turns, resting her head against the pillow.

"Of course, Cat, you love everyone," Jade responds with a roll of her eyes, glancing over at the bathroom. "Hey, can I take a shower?"

"No, I mean, I love girls like you love boys," I tell Jade, lifting up my hands really far apart to show her. "Like, this much. I want to kiss girls sometimes, like you kissed Beck. Girls make me very happy."

Jade's neck snaps up. Her face falls dark. "Cat," she whispers hoarsely. "You don't understand. This isn't a good secret, this is serious. Are you playing with me, Cat? Are you joking?"

"No, Jade-y," I sing-song, sitting against the mattress and putting my hand over Jade's. "I'm not joking. I want to be with girls sometimes," I say. "I want to be with them in that way that I learned about in health class. That's how I want to be with them."

Jade stands up from the bed so fast that she nearly falls. Her face is cold and clammy. "Cat, don't you want to talk to someone about this? About your feelings for the same sex?"

"Silly, I AM talking to someone!" I chirp. "I'm talking to you! But you didn't even hear the best part of this secret yet, Jade." I take a deep breath and smile. This will make Jade's cold-face into a sun-face. "Most of all, I want to be with you."

In hindsight, that was an odd mix of femmeslash and smut. I kind of liked it. If you did, too, drop me a review. It really helps. Thanks, guys!