Raven didn't know what was going on with Chelsea, but she could swear that Chelsea was flirting with her, and ever since that kiss they'd shared under the mistletoe, all she could do was stare at Chelsea's lips. Which she got to do a lot, since she and her best friend had spent almost the whole night dancing together. If you could call what they were doing dancing. She didn't know how many drinks Chelsea had had, but if she got any closer to Raven while they were dancing, they'd be fused into each other bodies. Not that Raven minded, it was quite the opposite. Raven was enjoying it a little too much, and she felt moisture down between her legs, that she knew had little to do with sweat.
"What's up with Chelsea tonight?" She asked Eddie once she got her chance to dance with him.
"I'm not sure, but you two look like you're having a really good time together."
"We are, but that's the thing. Why is Chelsea acting like that?"
"Maybe because she thinks you're hot." Eddie suggested.
"No, that can't be it. Maybe she's just drunk." Raven said thoughtfully.
Eddie rolled his eyes at the way she over rationalized the situation. "Whatever you say Raven."
"Oh snap! This is my song." Raven said breaking away from Eddie, and dancing. Chelsea walked back over to her and they started dancing again, and Eddie shook his head at how hopeless the two were.
Raven helped clean up after the party, but declined Chelsea's offer to stay the night, knowing she'd had a couple of drinks and couldn't be held responsible for her actions. She didn't see a lot of Chelsea over the next couple of weeks, because it was the holiday season, and she really wanted to spend some time with her family. They did talk on the phone or over messenger everyday, which somehow thrilled and depressed them both.
"Hey mom," Raven said as she entered her kitchen.
"Hey honey, what are you up to today?" Her mother asked walking over to hug her.
"I was just going to ask you the same question." Raven said sheepishly.
"Well Raven, you know I'm always happy to spend time with you, but wouldn't you rather be spending time with your friends?"
"Well, Eddie had to go pick his grandmother up from the airport. So, he's busy." Raven said turning away from her mother. "I figured you and I could do something fun."
"Of course we can. Well maybe we can go out to lunch or something…wait Rae, what about Chelsea?"
"Huh? Chelsea?" Raven asked feigning innocence.
"Yes, you know, you're other best friend. You didn't mention her."
"Oh well, she's probably busy, you know, serving food to the poor or something. After all, it is the season of giving."
"I might be going out on a limb, but are you avoiding Chelsea by chance?" Tonya Baxter asked, looking at her daughter.
"No, of course not, why would I be avoiding Chelsea?"
"Well because you are avoiding telling her how you feel."
Raven's eyes shot up to her mother. Had she heard her correctly?
"Don't look so surprised. No one has to be psychic to see how you feel about her."
"Mom, I…I can't talk to you about this." Raven said rising from her seat.
"Look I know I took your being gay pretty bad. But then I began to see the way you looked at Chelsea. I saw my baby look at someone the way I look at your father, and I realized it wasn't about what I wanted for you because ultimately I just want you to be happy. I know that Chelsea makes you happy." Tonya said.
"Mom, Chelsea doesn't feel that way about me." Raven said allowing her tears to flow freely.
Tanya walked over and embraced her daughter. "Honey, I've had the pleasure of knowing Chelsea for many years, and I watched grow into a very beautiful young lady. I've also watched her feelings go from friendship, to adoration, to love."
"I know Chelsea loves me. She just doesn't love me."
"You know, for a psychic, you sure are blind. She looks at you the same way you look at her."
"Oh, mom, I wish that were true. More than anything I wish that were true."
