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.
