For all pertinent information see chapter one.

As I predicted, the worst was indeed over. Sure, kids were talking about the whole thing for weeks afterwards, and teachers were going out of their way to be kind, which just made us feel weird, but shit like that didn't matter to us. There was a restraining order against Carlos Alvarez that prevented him from coming within a hundred feet of Raven, me or Eddie (in case he took out his anger on Raven's two best friends now he couldn't get to Raven).

Carlos was also officially expelled from Bayside and was now attending Jefferson, but was forbidden from participating in any sporting or other event that would require him to directly compete with Bayside in any way, shape, or form. Raven's cast was due to come off and things finally seemed to be getting back to normal. I mean, who knows? We might have even laughed about the situation, given time.

Raven was supposed to get her cast off on a Thursday morning, because that was the only time the doctor had left for that week. We'd already cleared it with the appropriate people that I was going with her, because to my delight and dismay, Raven seemed to rely on me for EVERYTHING these days. I went to bed on Wednesday night, and set my alarm for nine, because we didn't need to be there until ten.

When I woke up my alarm hadn't gone off. I groaned, stretched, and reached for my cell phone to check the time. It was only seven. I guess my body must have been used to getting up at seven to get to school. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Raven crawled up the bed towards me, and I grinned. She reached out a hand and stroked my cheek gently, murmuring "Beautiful" quietly. She leaned in and kissed me gently, leaning her weight on her left hand as her right started to do something indescribably delicious underneath the covers. I felt my hips bucking into her hand, the traitors, and my toes were curling against my will… I gave in to the feelings as Raven brought me closer, and closer, to the edge of all reason…

I came with a gasp…

And sat up, bewildered. What the fuck had just happened? Raven had been a dream, obviously… but such a vivid dream that I'd just had a very real orgasm. That had never happened to me before. My pussy was still tingling! My breathing was still ragged, and my skin was hot. I got up and into the shower, and tried to recapture the feelings.

After succeeding (twice) I got out and got dressed. I reassured my parents that the thud they heard was me dropping something, (when really it was me falling as my knees buckled) and sat on the front step waiting for the Baxters to pick me up.

I looked hot. I mean, I always try to look nice, but that day I had tried just a little harder. I'd done my hair the way Raven always says she likes… she calls it princess curls - big and loose at the top but falling into gentle ringlets around my shoulders. And I was wearing a new denim mini skirt with a deep blue blouse, and Raven's favorite pair of my shoes. I wasn't sure what I was trying to prove, but I felt a little better about myself knowing that I looked nice.

I had about half an hour to kill though, so I decided to call the one person who had more experience in the sex area than I did – Eddie.

"Talk to me," he greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, uh, Eddie, it's me. I need to ask you something…"

"Go on," he prompted.

"Is it possible for a girl to have a wet dream?"

I think he choked on his Lucky Charms, or whatever other disgusting concoction he was eating for breakfast. "Are you trying to tell me you just had a wet dream?"

"I don't know. I mean, I guess so… how do you know? Cos I had this dream, and in the dream I had an orgasm, but then I woke up, but when I woke up I was really having an orgasm… does that make sense?"

It took him a while to pull his tongue back out of his throat, because clearly he'd swallowed it when I mentioned that I'd had an orgasm. Visual images, you understand. "Sounds like a wet dream to me," he squeaked. "What were you dreaming about?"

"None of your business," I told him, primly.

"Celebrity, or someone you actually know?"

"Someone I actually know," I muttered.

"A girl?" he teased, and I had to laugh.

"Hello, still gay?" I reminded him. "Of course it was a girl."

"And it was that good, huh? So what are you going to do now?"

"Nothing, I thought. What can I do?"

"Well, is this dream an isolated incident, shall we say, or did you have feelings for this girl before the dream happened?" Jesus, when did EDDIE become all wise and all knowing?

"Well, it's not the first time I've dreamed about her… but it's the first time a dream has ever made me come," I admitted, feeling my face turning red. I could hear him stifling a laugh on the other end of the phone, and I wanted to hit him. This was embarrassing enough.

"Maybe you should tell her how you feel," he suggested, and for a split second I freaked out that he knew who I was talking about. Then I told myself that that was impossible, and began breathing again.

"I don't know. It could be the easiest way to social suicide."

"Or, you could end up with a girlfriend. Think about it, Chelsea. What have you got to lose? Right now, you've got no one, except for Lani, and any fool can see you don't want her. You could end up with the girl of your dreams, literally."

"I'll think about it," I told him, before hanging up.

When the Baxters pulled up outside my house I was practically shitting myself. I'd decided that I was, in fact, going to tell her today… when the right moment came up… but I still had no idea how. I figured it would come to me.

The doctor said only one person could come with Raven to actually take the cast off, and I got up without a word. Her parents didn't protest, they knew what Raven had been like lately. I followed her into a little cubicle partitioned off with a curtain and we sat down to wait.

And wait.

And wait.

We'd been waiting for about fifteen minutes when I realized that this was a prefect time to tell her. We were all alone, and we were sheltered from view. Once we got home she was going to have both parents fussing over her. Who knew if we'd get a chance like this again?

I took a deep breath.

"Raven… Shit. I don't know what I'm doing…" I trailed off, wishing I had figured out what to say BEFORE opening my mouth.

"Just tell me, whatever it is, it can't be that bad," she said, encouragingly.

"I have feelings for you," I blurted defiantly. "I have more than friendly type feelings for you. I have the kind of feelings that evolve into love, for you. I love you."

She looked at me blankly for a second, to make sure I had finished with my little bout of verbal diarrhea, and then, the most beautiful words in the English language came from her perfect lips.

"You know what, Chels? I think I might, too."

We talked about it for a while, though. I told her I'd been harboring feelings for her for five years, almost, and she told me she wasn't offended or anything, just needed time to sort her thoughts out. Time that I was more than happy to give her. We heard the doctor approaching finally, and smiled at each other.

I took her good hand in both of mine and brushed my lips over hers gently, sitting back in my seat just as the doctor pulled the curtain aside.

"Well, well, now, what do we have here?" he asked. He was a kind looking guy with white hair, looked to be about sixty or so. We both instantly liked him. He was very gentle with Raven's wrist as he removed the cast.

In the car on the way home, it was decided that Raven wasn't going to school at all that day as she needed to rest her wrist, and would I like to stay home with her? I didn't need to be asked twice. We stopped at my place so I could grab a couple of things, and headed back to Raven's. We went up to Raven's room and sat on the bed, leaning back against the pillows. I was determined that things shouldn't be weird between us while I was waiting for Raven to figure out if she wanted to be with me, so I sprung into organizing mode, asking what she wanted to do, if she felt like DVDs or what.

"Actually, I'm kind of starving," she admitted. "I couldn't eat last night… I was freaking out about having the cast off. Stupid, wasn't I? He was so nice. But anyway, I'm dying of starvation…"

"Say no more," I said in my best super hero voice. "I will procure snacks for you! And here I go!"

I ran downstairs and asked Mr. B if he would mind fixing Raven some lunch.

"Sure thing, Chelsea. Can I get you anything?"

"Oh no thanks, it's okay. I'm not hungry," I told him. He shrugged and went on putting a plate together for Raven. I took it up to her and she fell upon it, eating as best as she could with her weakened left hand as well as her right.

"Don't you want any?" she offered with her mouth full. I shook my head.

"Not hungry thanks, your dad already offered." She took shrugged and went back to eating. I put her Mean Girls DVD on and sat back with her to watch it.

"Wanna play a game?" she asked.

"What kind of game?"

"Not really a game, I guess," she laughed. "Just point out the ones you'd do. I will too, okay?"

"Raven, there's only like three guys in this movie," I warned her.

"It's okay, I mean, I should get used to looking at girls, right?" Before I had a chance to ask her what THAT loaded statement meant, the movie came on.

Raven spent the whole movie pointing out girl after girl and asking me if I thought they were hot. I responded with a lukewarm "Kind of" to most of them, although Janice Ian was fine! But finally I'd had enough of the weirdness, and I called her on it.

"I just figured, if you and me, if we, you know, hook up, and we're together and shit, that would make me a lesbian, right? And it's not like there's anything wrong with that, but I guess I figured I should start trying to look at girls that way, if that's how things are going to be."

I sighed. "Raven, that's not what this is like, at all. Do you like me?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Are you attracted to me?" I held my breath after this one. What if she said no? She could love me and not be attracted to me like that…

"Yeah, I am," she responded shyly. My heart skipped a beat.

"And do you want to, you know, do stuff with me? Like, kiss me and whatever?"

"I guess I'm kind of still working up to being okay with that, but there's a part of me that wants to, so bad…"

"Then, don't you see? Nothing else matters at all. I like you, Raven. And you like me. And we happen to be two girls but that's SO not the important factor in this equation. It's… it's secondary. The only thing that matters is each of us has feelings for the other."

"So I don't have to automatically be attracted to these chicks you're drooling over?" she queried.

"I wasn't drooling! And no, if you're not into them, you're not into them."

"Thank god, because they're all dogs compared to you." She snuggled into my side while my brain was still processing this bit of information.

The next day at school, everything was normal. Well, as normal as normal had become for us. We met outside the school and walked in together, and laughed together as people whispered behind their hands about how Carlos had treated Raven, and my part in the whole saga. My favorite rumor was the one where I'd kneed him in the balls. I wish I'd thought to do that myself! Oh well, hindsight's 20/20. As we headed toward our locker the whispers seemed to die down, and we met up with Eddie. He smiled when he saw us, but it was a weird smile. Like, he was happy to see us, but also upset to see us. I figured it was because of his feelings for Rae.

Suddenly Raven stiffened. I froze, thinking she'd seen Carlos or something, but when I looked at her, she had her vision face on. Thank god for that, I thought, because she hadn't had a vision for months. I had no way of knowing what she saw, but whatever it was, when she came out of it she looked shell shocked.

"What did you see?" Eddie asked her.

"I don't know," she said, unsure. "It was… I don't know. It was awesome."

This was a little too cryptic for my liking, so as soon as I could that day I pulled her into the bathroom (déjà vu anyone?) and asked her what exactly she had seen.

"Raven, what did you see this morning?"

"Um… don't get mad?" she asked me. I started to worry.

"Why would I get mad?" I asked back. She blushed, and leaned in close to my ear, as if we were going to be over heard.

"I saw us," she whispered.

"So?" I asked, confused.

"Chelsea, think. I SAW us. I saw US."

"And?"

"Good grief. Chelsea, I saw us DOING stuff."

And then it clicked. Raven had had a naughty vision about us! Progress!

"How… um, I mean, what were we doing, like, how far had we gone?" I asked, blushing madly myself. I don't know why, it wasn't like I hadn't been there and done all that a hundred times before.

"I think we were just kissing, and, you know, touching… a little… But you know my visions, girl. I don't know when it was, or where, and for all I know we could have just… you know."

This was a lot to take in. "What were we wearing?" I asked, hoping to determine if it were today that this had taken place. Raven blushed even harder.

"Not a lot," she admitted.

The bell rang before I had a chance to react, and she hurried out of the bathroom and down the hall to class. I ran after her. The fact that she was so skittish about even talking about these sorts of things didn't really bode well for our relationship. She clearly wasn't ready.

I, however, was no stranger to thoughts such as the ones she'd just had. When the bell rang for lunch I gathered up my books and made my way to the door. Raven came up beside me, smiling. "Hey, girl, you wanna come have lunch outside today?"

I froze. "Um, actually, I have to go to the library right now. But you should go eat with Eddie, ok?" I gave her hand a small squeeze and hurried off in the opposite direction. I wasn't going to the library, though. I went to a mostly deserted girls bathroom on the second floor and, checking it was empty, locked myself in a stall.

I sat down on the closed toilet seat and let my mind wander. Spanish, History… wondered what Raven and Eddie were having for lunch… my stomach let out a little gurgle at this last thought, and I grimaced. Then I let myself think about what Raven could have seen. Doubtless, it had been tame enough that it hadn't freaked her out completely, but I didn't know what she'd seen. So I figured it'd be okay to just sort of conjure up a vision of my own, so to speak.

Before I knew it my 'vision' had turned X-rated and my hand had snuck its way inside my pants… I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, just thinking about what Raven and I could be doing… and it was almost a surprise to me as I came with a gasp all over my hand.

More of a surprise, however, was the voice that spoke as soon as the ringing in my ears had calmed down enough for me to hear.

"Chelsea?"

Holy fuck. It was Lani. How had I missed her coming into the bathroom?

"Chelsea, I know what you just did," she told me, and even from inside the bathroom stall it sounded suspiciously like she was grinning.

"I'm just sitting here," I lied, badly. I heard footsteps coming closer, and they stopped outside my door.

"I know what those noises mean, Chelsea. I've heard them a hundred times before. I've been the cause of those noises, as often as not. Let me in."

Blushing furiously, I leaned forward and opened the door. She came in and shut the door behind her.

"Look, don't be ashamed of it," she said softly. "Raven, right? Chelsea, it's okay. I know how you feel."

How could she possibly know how I feel about Raven? "How could you possibly know how I feel about Raven?" Hello, Flo.

"Because it's how I feel about you," she whispered, leaning in to kiss me gently. I let her, for a couple of seconds, then pulled away.

"I can't," I breathed. "Raven and I are… not really anything yet but kind of something possibly, and I can't do anything to fuck that up, Lani. If you truly know how I feel, and if you really love me, please, please don't fuck this up for me. Let me be happy."

I saw tears shining in her eyes as she backed away and leaned against the door. "I promise," she sniffled. "But… can I just kiss you one last time? Properly, I mean… just for old time's sake?"

I stood, pinned her to the door and kissed her. Like she said, it was one last time. And it was a toe-curler. When I finally released her, I gently pulled her away from the door and unlocked it.

"Goodbye, Lani," I whispered.

Barely holding back my own tears, I ran to find a quieter bathroom to cry in.