A\N: I'm taking a reader up on her suggestion for this. Thanks, person-whos-name-I-have-zero-chances-of-spelling-right!


Tori's hot.

I glare at Conner, who leans back smugly. I swear, ever since that stupid text he hasn't shut up. He may be the best argument ever for not coming out. Who wants all the yapping?

I walk over to Tori. "Hi. Conner's threatening me with death if I don't talk to you." And you don't need to know why.

"Another Conner moment?" Tori asks dryly.

"Yep."

"So you like Hanna Montana?"

I snort. "Do I look thirteen? Please. GC. Best band ever."

Tori smiles. "Ashley Tisdale. Some Superchick. Here, listen."

I hum along. "Not bad."

"Wanna go get milkshakes? I have a sudden sugar craving."

"Sure."

This is nice. Talking to Tori. Making freinds. No girlfreind stuff, but I like being with her. And she's hot...damnit, brain, quit it! Trent's hotter. Trent's hotter.

"I like how you don't color-code." Tori confesses. "I mean, most Yellows would've gotten a banana smoothie without thinking."

I sip my chocolate. "I don't listen to what everyone tells me to do. I make up my own rules."

Tori smiles shyly. "I like that."

"Thanks."

Damn. Now I want to kiss her.

"Um, Kira? Do I have something on my face?"

I blush. "No. Uh, sorry. Zoning."

She nods slowly, smiling to herself. "Kay."

Silence reigns, then Tori says, "Um..."

I wait.

"Are you going to freak out if I hold your hand?"

I shake my head.

Tori's fingers slip into mine, and I feel a deep thrill.

"I didn't know you liked girls." She says quietly.

"Neither did I." I confess.

Tori smiles a little. "Just realized?"

I nod. "Bi. Not outright gay."

Tori nods. "I...I like that. A lot." She looks up at me.

Then she kisses me.

And I kiss her back.