A/N: Another first person fic from me. This time it's centered around Joanne. I think there needs to be more about her. Enjoy.
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I was fifteen years old, almost sixteen as well as keeping a secret from the world. I was a lesbian. It was something I had known since I was seven. Well, more like come to terms with when I would completely leave Ken out of the picture when playing Barbie's at the age of five. I didn't have a lot of friend's because all they wanted to talk about was boys. I didn't. I wasn't interested in boys so me being a lesbian was just something I knew.
Plus, I had a crush on the girl next door. My best friend. We did just about everything together, even went to the same Catholic Private School, dressed in those horrid school uniforms, getting tons of homework. To me, she was the most beautiful girl in school. Blonde haired and blue eyed. Perfect.
It was just after school, I walked the halls, my schoolbooks held tight to my chest, approaching my crush, Alyssa whom only flashed me a smile, "Is it okay if I come over and study with you?" She asked me. "Mrs. Brown is going to drive me crazy with her essays." She mumbled.
"Yes, it's fine. I have to finish my essay as well." I replied, together the two of us walking out of school and to my house, talking about the day then anything that would keep us entertained.
"Alexa was talking about her boyfriend today. It was all she wanted to discuss." I heard her say to me, rolling my eyes as our conversation went down the road of all the girls and their boyfriends. "I honestly wish she would wake up and realize that I don't care." Alyssa added.
My ears perked, looking over at her, "Why don't you care?" I asked, wondering why those words came out of my mouth.
"I just—I have no fascination with the opposite sex." She said, looking at me a moment.
I couldn't have been happier to hear that. The girl I liked wasn't into boys. It was like music to my ears. "Oh." Was all I could say, leading her into my house and straight up to my room.
"Oh? That's all you have to say? Oh?" She asked me, tossing her book bag on the floor, plopping down on my bed. "I figured you would have known since I know you aren't into boys." She stated, smirking.
I stared at her a moment, "You knew? How?" I questioned, sitting down beside her.
She smirked, "Please, I could always tell. Just the way you look at me is obvious enough." She replied, flashing me that pearly smile I loved seeing.
"So, that doesn't mean that I like you." I told her, my brow raising.
"Fine then, tell me you don't want to kiss me right now." She said.
I bit down on my lip. That was going to be hard to say because I did want to kiss. I had for a while. "I--" My vocals seemed to stop working. I couldn't say it.
"I knew you couldn't say it." She whispered, taking my hand in her own, the touch feeling so amazing. It only got better as her lips met mine. The kiss all I had thought and more that was until I heard a voice in the doorway.
"What in the world is this?" Came the voice of my mother, a surprised yet unhappy look on her face. We parted and both looked at her. "Alyssa, I think it's time you get home. Joanne, homework, now." She snapped, disappearing.
I looked back at Alyssa, sighing, "Sorry." I whispered, knowing this wasn't going to go over well.
"It's okay. I'm almost positive my mother's going to know when I get home then who knows what will happen." She said softly. "One last kiss?" She asked me.
I could only nod, letting out lips meet once more in a more passionate kiss then before. Once it parted, she got up and left, leaving me to face my mother. I decided to stay in my room the rest of the night, going to bed without dinner, figuring it would just be best to avoid the subject.
The next morning, I got ready for school and left before anything was said to me. At school, I found out that Alyssa was no longer attending. I went home sick, not even making it to first period, feeling brokenhearted.
-Fin.
I will try to update this soon. I want to do a few chapters.