A\N: And this, boys and girls, is why I hate my unnamed freind, who asked me if I was lesbian and made me start thinking about something I swore to myself I would never even consider: my sexual orientation. Enjoy.
KIRA
I really, really like fall.
And Tori.
And Trent.
I want to slam my head into the computer in frusteration. The scene is like something from a movie. The evening is dark, the TV is on, and my dad's cooking dinner in the nice-smelling, warm, bright kitchen.
However, since it's my family, my mom and dad are arguing over the presidential debate, dinner's probably going to be steamed brussels sprouts since dad has a really weird idea of what constitutes food, my brothers are trying to kill each other, and I have one hell of a headache.
I mean, okay. The scene's pretty. And if Mom and Dad weren't so freakin' hot-button on the president, I might actually enjoy it. But noooo, they have to fight and make me wish that asprin helped psychic headaches.
Of course, I might have a headache anyway.
My parents, despite all outward lack of rosaries and Bibles, are steadfast Christians. So are my brothers, although they seem to be from the twenty-first century.
And me...
I think I'm bi.
I know I think some women are hot. I just don't want to admit it to myself. When movies show those slutty bar scenes, I was usually watching the women dancing, not the bad guys shooting people. And women feature in my dreams about as much as men.
But seriously, do I have to be bi? Couldn't I be straight? I like guys. A lot. They're stronger and well, more guy than girls.
But I have this image of Tori in my head. Evil Tori. Who was checking me out quite noticably on the battlefield.
And I can't say she doesn't look good.
I do have a thing for dangerous people. I was definitly checking Trent out before he actually started being a threat. (According to Conner, two seconds does count.) And I don't exactly hang out with a normal crowd. Blondes aren't as much my type, but Tori is hot.
Which wouldn't be a big deal if she were a guy. My parents would have no problem with me dating. They'd shoo me out the door and be glad their little loner got a freind. However, since Tori's a girl, I have one hell of a problem.
Maybe I can just ignore it. Maybe it'll go away. And I like Trent, right? So I can date him. Yeah. Problem solved.
Okay. Don't care if I'm bi.
Okay.
...
My head hurts.
I get up, giving up on the story I was trying to read. I wanna go hide in my room for a year and not come out until I look Etheopian and could eat a cow. Wow, that was a random thought. Need to get a lot more sleep.
I walk in my room, flop on the bed, and decide that I like Trent. Not Tori. Trent.
My phone rings. I pick it up, reading the text message.
KIRA--
U WERE CHECKIN' T OUT. IM GONNA TELL UR MOM.
CON
I dial his number.
"Conner?"
"Yes?" Aren't we the innocent.
"I'm gonna murder you."
