Rose had known Clara ever since the latter had come up to her on a bike wearing black shorts and a boy's T-shirt. She'd looked straight at Rose, and said "My name's Clara, and I'm a girl, even if I don't look like it." And so the two became friends.

Now they were sitting on a balcony, talking about boys. Suddenly Clara turned to Rose and asked her, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl?"

"I have, actually. Would you like to kiss me and find out?"

"Oh, yes, please."

So they kissed, and found out that it was no different from kissing a boy.

"Well, that was interesting," Clara said as they drew their lips apart.

"Yes, it was," was Rose's reply, and the two resumed their previous conversation.

(Later, they would wonder if the desire to kiss was driven not by curiosity, but by passion. But soon, Rose would be swept away by a mad alien with a blue box. Then Clara would move away from the estates, and would meet the same alien, and the kiss would move to the back of their minds. But that is a different story.)


A/N: Reviews and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.