"Do we have to?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips.
"Obviously," Cat says. "It's my house, my rules."
I stand still, crossing my arms. I look intensely into her eyes, but I can't help but be softened by them. But I can't let go now. I try to stay strong, my lips in a firm line.
She rolls her eyes and walks forward. She uncrosses my arms, takes my hand and drags me to her computer in the dining room. I feel a flutter in my chest and I can't help but feel flustered—
No.
Jade, you can't do this.
It's wrong.
Plus, she's a girl.
You can't date a girl. Hell, then you'll want to marry one, and will be doomed for a life full of prejudice and infertility.
I sit down on a chair as she rapidly types on her computer. She opens up YouTube, and opens the new music video she's been looking forward to seeing. It starts playing, and my ears are suddenly filled with pure pop crap.
"Justin Bieber really does have no talent," I say, putting my hands over my ears.
"Shush," Cat says. "He's my celebrity husband." I can't help but smile. Her eyes are completely focused on the video, and have a certain sparkle to them. I can't help but look at them as she watches. They are a chocolate brown color, one that's warm and comforting. Her eyelashes are what mine look like with mascara, and the shape of her eyes is truly beautiful. My heartbeat suddenly becomes faster, and I seem to like her more and more by the second.
I ring her doorbell. I'll be cool, calm, collected. I love Beck now. I mean, who wouldn't fall for his beautiful brown eyes and his good-natured charm? I don't like her anymore. I can't like her anymore.
Cat opens the door, and hurriedly tells me, "Come in, the Teen Choice Awards are on, and I don't want to miss them!"
She grabs my hand and rushes to the television. The door doesn't even have time to close. However, I notice I'm perfectly okay when she grabs my hand; no fast heartbeats, no clammy palms. I'm cool, calm, collected.
I take a seat on a rocking chair and slowly rock back and forth. I smile. This is nice. I have no feelings for her; I can just enjoy her company—
She's not wearing pants.
She's not wearing any fucking pants.
She stands in front of me, her eyes glued to the television. She is slightly bent over, as the TV is at a lower altitude.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—
No, I'm not one of those gross perverts. I don't try to grab girls' boobs or watch porn. I can handle this. I'll just look away. I do so, and, soon, there's a commercial break.
"I'm going to go get water," she says. "Want any?"
"Um… No thanks."
She lifts her eyebrows. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."
She walks into the kitchen, and I let out a sigh of relief. I pull out my phone and look at pictures of Beck. See, Jade? A shirtless Beck is way sexier than a pant-less Cat.
Cat walks back into the room, and my jaw almost drops.
"What? It was uncomfortable." Cat holds her bra in her right hand. "It doesn't matter anyways. We're both girls."
Yeah, a shirtless Beck may be sexier than a pant-less Cat, but nothing is sexier than a pant-less bra-less Cat.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I say.
She pushes me over on the rocking chair and puts her arm around me. I gulp.
"What's the matter?" Cat asks.
"Nothing," I state a little too formally.
"Yeah?" she says, cocking her eyebrows. She moves her arms and wraps them around my neck. "What about now?" She leans forward, and, soon, her lips are on mine. They taste like bubblegum, and her flavor suddenly becomes addicting. When she moves back, I suddenly want more, more, more—
Wait.
No.
"No," I finally say. "I have Beck."
Cat laughs. "Beck doesn't have to know, silly. It'll be our little secret." She flutters her eyelashes and puts her finger on my lips. At that moment, I know I am doomed.
Hey guys! So I was wondering whether to make this a one-shot or a continued story. Let me know by reviewing! :)