So...I lied. 2 shot. Had to do Maureen's POV. :)
"You love me, right Joanne?" I looked up at my best friend Joanne Jefferson. I felt her hand still in my hair.
That wasn't really what I wanted to know. I knew that she loved me. She was my best friend. What I really wanted to know was, 'Do you want me, Joanne?'. Because hell, I wanted her.
I've known Joanne for years. She's the smart girl, the one who's always studying, always lost in a book, always seeming to cool to hang out with any of the petty high school kids.
Not to mention, she was a lesbian. I don't know how everyone in the school found out, really. She's never really talked to anyone. Not that I'd noticed anyway. But then again, I can be a bit self absorbed.
And I'm straight. At least, I always have been. I've never been interested in girls. I've had plenty of boyfriends. Guys love me. How could they not? I'm Maureen Johnson.
But there's something different about Joanne. She's so...I don't know how to explain it, so I'm not even going to try.
I really got to know Joanne half way through our Junior year. I was happily flunking my way through math, spending all of my free time working on my acting instead of my school work.
I was going to be an actress. What did I need with school? My parents decided that I needed a tutor and my math teacher volunteered Joanne Jefferson, who was acing her way through pre calculus.
To be completely honest, I was afraid to talk to her at first. I'd never seen her just laughing and having fun with her friends. I wasn't even sure if she had friends.
When I approached her in the library, her choice, not mine, I plastered a fake smile on my face and took a seat.
She immediately saw through my dumb act. She knew I was smart and she didn't want me to act like I wasn't. She expected me to be smart and that was refreshing.
I don't know when we really became friends. I just know that one minute we were talking about trig and the next, we were laughing about something stupid. I was glad to hear her laugh. She seemed so free when she was laughing.
I spent the summer at home while Joanne went off to Europe with her parents. She complained about it for weeks, saying that there was nothing in Europe that she cared about seeing.
I think I was more excited for her than she was. While she was gone I got close to an old friend of mine and we started dating. He was a really good guy and I really liked him.
I had no idea how we had become best friends, because we had absolutely nothing in common and I wasn't taking a math class anymore. And I had no idea when I decided that I wanted to date her.
'How the hell did I get here?' I thought to myself, looking up at Joanne, who seemed deep in thought.
I smiled when I remembered the talent show. I had been talked into it by the vocal teacher and of course, I wanted Joanne to be there.
Mark and I had just broken up and she was there for me. She was always there to support me. The perfect best friend.
"Well, there are times when I wonder why, but yeah, I guess I do." She said with a laugh.
"Come on Joanne, be serious." I whined, sitting up and looking at her. She sat back against the wall.
"What's wrong?" She asked, tilting her head to one side.
I closed the magazine and dropped it onto the floor next to the bed and stared down at my hands. My hair fell down in my face and she reached out slowly, brushing it back out of my face. I looked up at her through my eyelashes slowly.
"Mark told me that nobody would ever love me because I'm a stuck up drama queen bitch." My voice was soft. I felt so vulnerable. I hated feeling vulnerable. I've never listened to what my other boyfriends have said. What makes this so different?
'Joanne.' A small voice answered in the back of my mind.
"Mark's an idiot. He spent all of his time with that stupid camera instead of with his beautiful girlfriend." She sounded so sincere. I blushed softly.
Joanne always told me that I was the perfect best friend because I didn't get creeped out when she would talk about girls. Really I just got jealous. I didn't like the idea of her checking out other girls. I just wanted her to check me out.
"Why are guys so dumb?" I asked, sliding across the bed to rest my head on her shoulder. She made me feel so safe. She smelled like lavender. It made my heart pound.
"I wouldn't know." She said with a laugh. One of her arms slid around my shoulder and pulled me closer to her. I laughed softly and closed my eyes.
"Boys are dumb. You're lucky you're a lesbian. You don't have to worry about dumb boys." Her fingers ran through my hair slowly. I bit my lip softly.
"Oh yeah, definitely lucky. Having your parents look at you strangely every time you meet a new girl, not being able to have a meaningful relationship because you don't know who's into you and who isn't, being in love with your best friend. Being a lesbian's a friggin picnic."
I stiffened. Did she just say she was in love with me? She did, didn't she? Oh god. My heart started to race. I could feel my face flushing. My stomach started to flutter.
I lifted my head off of her shoulder to look at her as she took her hand from my hair. Her eyes were closed and she looked scared. I couldn't believe how incredibly adorable she looked.
I kissed her.
Everything stopped for a brief second while our lips were pressed together. All to soon she pulled away, looking surprised. I leaned in for another kiss. I needed her to kiss me back.
"Wait..." Her voice was a whisper against my lips. I tilted my head to one side and smiled at her.
"This isn't you, Maureen. You're straight. Very very straight. Did you forget that?" I pulled away from her slightly, just looking at her. She was beautiful. She closed her eyes slowly, trying to hide her tears.
I leaned in close, my face serious. Her eyes opened slowly to meet mine.
"I like this. I like you." Her eyes almost popped out of her head and I couldn't help but giggle. Everything she did was cute. I put my head back on her shoulder.
"Why?" She sounded so unsure of herself. I laughed and slid my hand into hers. They fit together perfectly.
"Because you're my Joanne." I said shyly. 'At least, I hope you are.' I thought, closing my eyes.
She reached out slowly and cupped my cheek, rubbing her thumb over my skin. I leaned into her palm, my heart racing at the contact. Nobody could make my heart race like Joanne.
"Can I kiss you again?" It was barely a whisper.
"Well duh." I said, pressing my lips to hers again.