It was one of those nights where nothing seemed to matter. She was bored and sad, and nothing could distract her from her own loneliness. She tried a few times to watch a movie, even explored Netflix for a mediocre show to watch, but nothing helped. She couldn't stop thinking about the rumor. Was it true?
She got up from her warm little place on the couch, and started pacing around it, but not so absent-mindedly, like the last time, just last night, when she received a huge bruise from slamming into the table in front of her by accident. She took a peek at her leg, was the bruise still there?
No, it wasn't. How did it go away so quickly? She sighed, giving it no thought, and ran a hand through her hair, pondering on her next action. I have to do this. I must know. She bent over to retrieve her phone; scrolling past numerous contacts before finding the one she couldn't stop thinking about.
"Hi, how are you? Is it true... that you slept... with Santana?" she murmured as she typed down what she was saying, fumbling over the keys. She then quickly pressed Enter before she could chicken out. However, the message read differently. She read it again in her mind. Hiiiiiii how r u! is it true that u slept with saatan?
"Fuck!" she tossed her phone onto the couch in anger. I always do this. Why can't I type? What do I do now? Do I block her number? Would she still see the text?
Before she could ramble in her mind even more, a vibration sounded, alerting that there was a notification. She rushed over to reclaim her phone, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. She had to force down a chuckle as she read over the text out loud.
"It's 5AM. You haven't talked to me in years and this is how you greet me? By waking me up at 5AM to ask if I'm still religious? S. M. H."
Before she could respond, another message popped up. "Just kidding. Well, about the second part... I did, why, what's up?"
After reading that part, she didn't know how to feel. She was ecstatic, because this is a clear implication that her high school crush, scratch that, her lifetime crush, could be gay, considering she slept with a girl. But, then again... Santana? Of all girls? Of all people?
What do I do now? What do I say? I didn't think this through. I just wanted to know if she was gay. Do I even have a chance? Am I overthinking things again? This means she's gay, right? Right. Gay. Okay. What now? Fuck, I really didn't think this through. I'm just going to leave her on read. But wait, how am I going to date her that way?
Right then, she jolted awake. Opening her eyes, she saw the bright light coming from the television. Confused for a moment, she yawned. It was a dream... I almost had a heart attack over something that didn't even happen. Wait, did she or did she not? Am I really going to text her for real now? I need to know. Let me think this through first. What would is she going to say? If she says yes, what do I say? If she says no, what do I say? Fuck it, I'm just going to do it.