Chapter 1 - !
That night was kind of lost to me. I was fourteen and didn't exactly have the world's greatest memory, and I only remembered it in bits and pieces. But it was night one of the three most life-changing ones I've lived so far.
Claire: Hey Dylan?
Dylan (mostly paying attention to the movie): What?
Claire (mostly paying attention to the scariest thing she's ever done/is about to do): Who do you have a crush on?
Dylan (mostly paying attention to the movie): I've told you before. I'll tell you again if you tell me.
Claire (scared out of her mind but convinced it's too late): Don't tell anybody her name, okay?
Dylan (mostly paying attention to her suddenly gay best friend): What? It's a… girl? What?
Claire: "Her" is a female pronoun. Congrats.
Dylan: Seriously?
Claire: Would I joke about this?
Dylan: No…
Claire: So… you're fine with it?
Dylan: You're a lesbian?
Claire: Yeah…
Dylan: ?
Claire: Hey, don't-
Dylan: ?
Claire: I only told you because I thought you wouldn't mind…
Dylan: I don't mind. It's just… I dunno. Weird, I guess.
Claire: Yeah.
Dylan: So, who is she?
Claire: …
Dylan: Claire!
Claire: …
Dylan: Claire!
Claire: Nobody.
Dylan: Oh. Okay then.
Moving on now to the second day. It was a few months later, at my fifteenth birthday party. It was two AM, maybe three. I was in my room, sitting on my bed with my best friend, watching High School Musical – again.
Claire: Wanna know who I like?
Dylan: Is she cute?
Claire: Yeah.
Dylan: Sure.
Claire: Um… I have a crush on you.
Dylan: !
Claire: I shouldn't have told you… I'm so sorry… I'll leave now if you want…
Dylan: No, it's fine, just…
Claire (leaning in towards Dylan until their faces are about four inches apart): Tell me if you want to stop.
Dylan: I-
Claire (puts her right hand on the back of Dylan's head and pulls her closer): I've been waiting for this since before I came out.
Dylan: Wow. Long time. But-
Claire (nodding): Yeah…
So, she leaned in even closer and kissed me. And, I must admit, it did feel good. But even kissing a pillow or something feels good, right?
It didn't feel like I was kissing somebody I had a crush on.
I wasn't paying attention to anything but my thoughts. Yes, I was ignoring my first kiss!
It didn't feel like I should be kissing her.
I mean, first of all, we were best friends and this could ruin what we had going on. Scratch that, it already did!
Second of all, should we be sleeping in the same bed if she had a crush on me and we were kissing right as I was thinking?
Third of all, I didn't like her back.
That was mostly because I was, without a doubt, completely straight.
Ooh! Drama!
Unsure what inspired me to write this. It just seemed like an interesting concept to me. This'll be short, maybe ten-fifteen chapters? It depends on the responses I get.
Well, enjoy! I'll write some more and post it, as long as you guys like the plot and all that literary stuff.
xox all the shattered pieces