Sian soon joined us, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind and resting her head on my shoulder. "

Sean, eh?" Rosie asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Yep. That ll be 1.25 then," I told her, and she frowned.

"You expect me to pay? I m scarred for life after what I ve just seen," she said indignantly, and Sian buried her face in my neck.

"Ive been scarred for life every morning for a while now, thanks to your outfits. Now pay up," I said, and she scowled, slamming the money onto the counter and storming out.

I shook my head with a smile, and Sian giggled.

"You two are so nice to each other," she said sarcastically, moving to sit on the counter.

I fit myself between her legs and wrapped my arms around her waist, as she did the same to my neck.

"I love her really. Its just funny winding her up," I grinned, before sighing happily.

"Whats the grin for?" she asked with a gorgeous smile of her own, and I shrugged.

"I m just so happy. Thanks to you," I told her.

We spent the next few minutes just staring into each other eyes, smiling slightly. She was so unbelievably beautiful, it took my breath away.

"You re gorgeous, you know that?" she told me, and I smiled.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," I replied, leaning up for a kiss.

She met me halfway and as our lips connected, the familiar butterflies came straight back.
We pulled away slowly, a smile appearing on my lips immediately.

"Erm, Soph?" Sian asked hesitantly, entwining both of our hands.

"Yeah? Whats up?" I asked, worried she was going to tell me something I really didn t want to hear.

"I m ready to wait as long as you want to, yeah? But I was thinking maybe we should tell people about us soon?" she mumbled, refusing to look at me.

Id be a liar if I said I wasn t shocked. I mean, a few weeks ago, she was refusing to talk to me cause I kissed her! And now, she wants us to tell people! I m not complaining, obviously.

"D'ya mean that?" I asked, and she finally looked at me, with a tiny smile.

"Of course I mean it. Cause like, when Rosie caught us, I didn t feel like sick, or worried, I felt relieved? Like a weight had been lifted?" she said, and I smiled.

"I felt exactly the same. When should we do it?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"Well, maybe we should just tell our parents, and then let everyone else think whatever they want. They might say horrible stuff, or they might be supportive. But I want you to know, I m with you every step of the way. I love you so much Soph. And from now on, it s us against the world," she said, staring into my eyes.

I felt tears sting my eyes, and tried to blink them away unsuccessfully. Unable to think of anything that could possibly match that confession, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed her again. The rest of the afternoon was spent with us talking, laughing and stealing kisses when the shop was empty. Soon enough, my shift was over, and we both headed back to my house.

"Mum! Me and Sian are home!" I shouted, and she replied "Okay love, tea ll be ready soon!" from upstairs.

We sat next to each other on the couch, and I put my legs over hers and lay back as she flicked through the channels.

"Sophie! Don t be so rude!" Mum scolded, but Sian just laughed softly, causing my heartbeat to falter slightly.

"It s fine Mrs Webster, I m used to it now," she told her, and I glared at her as she grinned back at me.

"Ive told you Sian, call me Sally You make me feel old!" Mum chuckled.

"Youre only as old as you feel Mam! I d say that made you, what, 100?" I asked, and she sighed as she made her way to the kitchen, me and Sian giggling like children.

"Alright lovebirds?" Rosie asked loudly, though luckily her voice was masked by her slamming of the front door on her way in.

"Rosie! You idiot, Mum could ve heard that!" I hissed, and she smirked.

"She'll find out sooner or later Soph," she replied, moving my legs and sitting in between us on the couch.

"Yeah, but not from you!" I told her, elbowing her in the side.

"You mean you re coming out in the open? No pun intended," she grinned, and I rolled my eyes as Sian laughed.

"Yes. Soon," I replied.

Dad walked in at that moment, stopping Rosie from saying what was clearly on the tip of her tongue.

"Alright girls?" he asked, and we all smiled as he walked through to join Mum in the kitchen.
Rosie looked at me, her expression troubled.

"Come on Rosie, spit it out!" I laughed, and she smiled slightly.

"All jokes aside now Soph. I want you, and Sian, to know that when you tell Mum and Dad, I m with you every step of the way. I support you both 110%," she said, taking hold of both of our hands.

I glanced at Sian and saw her eyes glazed over with tears, which made me smile; she s such a sap. Then Rosie did something I'll remember forever, for the sheer meaning of it. She stood up, and put my hand in Sians instead, before smiling slightly and walking into the kitchen. I looked down at our entwined fingers, and a tear rolled down my cheek.
Soon enough, we were sat at the dining table. I was opposite Sian, next to Mum and diagonal to Rosie, who kept grinning at me, and Dad was at the head of the table.

"Everyone tuck in!" he said happily, and we all obeyed hungrily.

"What is it, Mrs Sally?" Sian asked, and I smirked.

"Mrs Sally? That s a new o-OW!" I began, but she kicked me under the table, then smiled innocently at me.

Mum laughed and shook her head fondly. "Its our Soph s favourite, sausage casserole," she told her, and Sian smiled.

"It looks lovely," she said politely, before tucking in . Rosie was wearing the smile I recognised as the one when she has a plan, and I frowned.

"But Mum Sophie doesnt like sausages," she said innocently, causing me to spit my food out and Sian to choke on hers.

"Don t be silly, she loves them," Mum said, shaking her head.
Me and Sian both bit our lips to stop from laughing, and Rosie smiled again.

"I wouldn t be so sure," she mumbled, before continuing to eat despite the now awkward atmosphere.
I could happily murder Rosie sometimes, although she is hilarious when she wants to be.

After a few minutes, the only noises being forks scraping on plates, Rosie put her fork down again. My stomach twisted uncomfortably, but she merely smiled at me again, before turning her attention to Mum.

"Mam, what would you say if me or Soph were a lesbian?" she asked, and I pinched the bridge of my nose, refusing to look at Sian.

"Well, youd never be a lesbian, you re too obsessed with men!" Mum replied, and we all laughed.

I thought that was the end of it, but Mum stopped eating and took my free hand.

"And Sophie well, its against her religion isnt it? She'd never even think of something like that," she said, sending a smile my way which I didn t return,
"Why are you asking Rosie?" Rosie looked at me sympathetically, seeing the tears glazing over my eyes.

"No reason," she mumbled.

After we d finished tea, Mum brought a strawberry cheesecake out, Sian s favourite. I thought she'd forgotten about Rosie s question, but as she sat down herself, she shook her head.

" I still cant understand why you asked me that question, Rosie,"she sighed.

"Mum, drop it," Rosie muttered, glancing at me again.

"No, I want to get to the bottom of this. Why would you ask such a question? You know my views, lesbians aren t right!" she said.

"Oh, but gays are fine? Sean s one of your mates, but he s not right?" Rosie spat, and Mum s eyes widened.

"Don t you DARE take that tone with me, Rosie Webster. I ve grew to accept what who Sean is. Not that it was easy mind," Mum told her, her voice calm.

I felt tears sting my eyes, and I knew I wouldn t be able to hold them back for much longer. My own mother was unknowingly calling me a freak. Just because of who I d fallen in love with.
"Surely it doesn t really matter though? If you re in love with someone, and they make you happy, it shouldn t matter whether they re male or female," Rosie argued, and I felt a rush of affection for my elder sister. Mum just scoffed, and carried on eating.
After a few mouthfuls, she looked at Sian.

"What s your opinion on this Sian?" Mum asked with a smile. For the first time since the conversation started, I glanced up at my girlfriend, and was surprised to not see tears in her eyes, but instead a fierce determination. She stared back at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I completely agree with you Mrs Webster. Lesbian s are not right," she said, and my heart sank.

Rosie glared at her, but she merely carried on smiling.

"They re definitely not right, she said," and Mum smiled.

"Nice to see someone with sense. I ve always like-"

"I know I m young and stuff, but if there s one thing I ve learned, its this," she said. All eyes were fixed on my gorgeous girlfriend, but she didn t falter.

"When somethings not right" she began, staring into my tear-filled eyes with an expression full of love, "Go left."
And with that, she leaned across the table and kissed me. She KISSED me. Right in front of my parents. She made to pull away, but my hands tangled themselves into her hair and I deepened the kiss. Rosie laughed aloud, ruining the moment; it was becoming some sort of habit of hers. Me and Sian reluctantly pulled apart and joined in with her laughter, and she reached for my hand and entwined our fingers.
Mum s face was a mixture of shock and disgust; Dad couldn t take his eyes off our entwined hands. Sian seized the moment and looked straight into my eyes, smiling my favourite smile: a smirk with her lip caught between her teeth, and her head tilted to one side.

"I love you Soph," she said clearly, and Mums eyes widened, before turning on me.

"I love you more though," I replied, and Sian chuckled.

Dad put his head in his hands and muttered, "I need a drink."