Sorry for the short-ness. I'm busy, but I wanted to post another chapter. So, here it is. Enjoy and review!

Later that night, when everyone was sure to be asleep, there were still two people, not sleeping. Those two being Meiko and Luka.

Luka stared up at the ceiling, with bright blue eyes. Her only light was the moon light seeping in through her curtains. Her mind was racing with thoughts, and she couldn't sleep. The woman let out a sigh, as she turned to her side, closing her eyes, trying to sleep. The last time she had checked her clock, it was 2 in the morning. She didn't want to know what time it is now. All she had to do was breathe, and she would fall asleep. It would keep her from going insane, keep her safe from the thoughts that grew into horrible, vile, monstrous thoughts of how she really felt about Meiko. Earlier, she had thought that maybe she did like Meiko. And maybe she really was a lesbian, after all. But at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to admit it. The woman felt like crying over it, but refrained from doing so. She had to be strong! She couldn't cry over something she was confused about. It just wouldn't solve anything. So for now, she'd breathe, and hope that tomorrow would be a better day.

Meiko layer on her stomach, her hands cuffing her head. Earlier, she and Kaito talked about anything and everything there was to discuss. The whole deal with Luka, how Kaito loved Miku, that Meiko was like a sister, but a sister that he wouldn't trade for anything… and finally, the thing that was stuck with her. Did she really love Luka? The kisses, and fake displays of affection, were they really only a joke, or could it be something more? Meiko was sure that she liked men, but after that chat with Kaito, she didn't know anymore. He even said that he would respect her all the same, even if she was a lesbian. That it didn't matter who you liked, as long as you were happy with them. And it was true, that Luka really was her best friend. Haku was, but Haku was often depressed, and drunk all the time. Meiko drunk a lot as well, but she was sober longer than Haku was. And it was true, she and Luka could talk about anything with each other. But Meiko just didn't know anymore.

Did she like Kaito still, or did those fake displays of affection really mean something after all? Well, Meiko had to admit, Luka was really pretty. Her body, and her calm and cool face, her soft, silky hair. At the moment, Meiko actually began to imagine what it would be like if she could run her hands through that soft and silky hair. How would it feel, to cup her hands around Luka's face, to stroke her thumbs against her cheeks? What would it be like to wrap her into a tight embrace, their bodies pressed against each other?

"Wait, what?" Meiko asked aloud, her eyes widening, as she realised what she was thinking about.

"W-why am I…?"

It couldn't be that she really did like Luka, right? It was impossible! Meiko could never imagine herself liking, much less dating a girl. But still, the fact that she had thought about Luka in a sexual way, and kissed her before, still lingered in her mind.

Her lips were a pale pink, but felt soft and warm against her own. Her breathe against her skin tickled. And Meiko got to experience a kiss like that, despite it being fake. Heck, that was her first fucking kiss! She hadn't even kissed Kaito before! Kaito…

Meiko's mind drifted back to her blue haired friend who she spoke to earlier. Her friend that she was sure she loved, her friend that offered her advice and talked to her about almost anything to talk about, her friend that said he would respect her, no matter what decisions she made. Her friend that she would never get with… her friend that had Miku now. Her friend that she had to get over for both her own, and his sake.

Maybe he was right, maybe it would be better if she and Luka got together. Luka was kind, mature, caring, and on top of that, a true beauty.

She didn't want to admit it, but she was slowly falling out of love with Kaito, and in love with Luka. But she couldn't tell her. She was sure as hell that Luka was as straight as a line. Yet, Meiko had confirmed that she was about as straight as a rainbow. Honestly, Meiko respected gays rights, but being gay herself would be weird. And it was. But at the same time, it was a little exciting. A new sensation. And it wasn't like she would go whoring around, liking every girl that walked past her. No. At that moment, she was sure the only person she liked was Megurine Luka. But a thought came to her mind. Gay people tend to have it tougher, right?

"Who cares? Screw haters!" Meiko yelled to herself, with a nod. She didn't care. Hell, tomorrow, maybe she would even admit for everyone to hear: "I am a lesbian and proud!" Had she always been a lesbian? Maybe she was a closet lesbian. Maybe she was only using Kaito as an excuse to convince herself and everyone else that she was straight. Maybe. Just maybe. With that being out, Meiko felt at ease. Slowly, her eye lids closed, and she pulled the blankets over her head with one word on her mind: "Tomorrow."