Piper Chapman POV
"Oh my god, Alex! What the hell?!" I didn't really understand why Alex did what she did, but it wasn't as bad as I was putting it out to be.
I watched as she pulled away, and she started to grin a bit, making me giggle. "Where did that come from? Are you like, a lesbian now?" I laugh, not realizing that she found it somewhat offensive.
"Piper, that's not really funny. I'm just exploring myself and finding who I am. I'm fifteen, I've been told to find who I am, and I mean, I think I like girls, but I wasn't sure until I actually kissed one." She paused, and I listened to every word she said. "Piper, what I'm trying to say, is that I've known you for a long time, and I have feelings for you, but I know you're straight, so I couldn't just come out and ask you to kiss me."
This took me by surprise, and honestly, I didn't know what to say. "Um, I have to go. My mom didn't want me out in the first place. I'll see you later, okay?"
I saw the frown creep upon Alex's face, which made me upset, but I really had to go and think about what happened. "Oh, okay. Yeah, I guess I'll see you later." She responded.
Alex Vause POV
I watched as Piper ran back towards her house, and I started to tear up but didn't cry, as I knew it would make me feel weak. After sitting in silence for a few minutes, I decided to pour my heart out into the diary. The more I thought about it, the more I told myself I'd look back at what my childhood was like.
"I'm back, and I feel worse than ever before. I met up with Piper, and I kissed her. That was a terrible idea. I'm not sure if she'll want to see me anymore after this, especially the way she left me here. I'm going home now, and I probably won't write anymore in here tonight. Goodbye."
Walking back home, I thought about what I had done. Maybe it wasn't the right time to do that. " I should have waited longer, maybe until she turned fourteen. On the bright side, I was probably her first kiss, which is an honor." I started to laugh a little at my words.
Opening the door, I saw that my mom was laying on the couch asleep. It looks like she was crying prior to falling asleep.
"Mom, I'm home," I whispered, not wanting to be too loud. "Okay sweetie," she mumbled before turning over, facing the back of the couch. Going up to my room, I wondered what Piper had thought of the kiss. Maybe she liked it but didn't want to say anything to me. I laughed a little and opened the door to my room, only to see Piper.
"Piper, what are you doing here?" I ask quietly, knowing my mom is asleep downstairs. "Look, Alex, I know why you kissed me, and that's okay. It doesn't bother me, we're best friends, I just really wished you would've asked me." Listening to Piper, I had to agree with her. What I did, especially without her permission, was a little untrustworthy.
I watched Piper stand up, and watched as she walked towards me. I was probably going to get slapped or punched now, but I deserve it. She did the complete opposite and kissed me back. "Ah. okay, Miss. Goody-Goody, where did that come from?" I smiled, and laughed, as did she. "Just thought I'd pay you back." She winked. "I have to go for real this time, but I'll see you later," Piper stated, and she opened up my bedroom window to sneak out of the house without my mom knowing.
Piper Chapman POV
After crawling out of Alex's window, and falling to the ground, which was unintentional, I ran home with a slight limp. Walking through the front door, my mom noticed I had a limp and was quick to ask what had happened. Knowing she would get mad if I told her I fell off of someone's roof, I told her I fell whilst at the park, and that it was no big deal. "It's nothing mom. I just fell off of the structure at the park. It's really not a big deal." All she had to say was to go clean up and start packing boxes because we were moving the next day.
"Honey, go clean up and pack your bags. There are a few boxes in your room as well. Pack everything you can into those boxes." Interrupting her, I was in shock. "But why? I don't want to pack anything. Are we redecorating my room?" I watched as she shook her head, almost as if she were disappointed in me. "No, we're moving out of town. I hope you told that little brat goodbye because you won't see her for a long time."
I wasn't weak, most of the time, but I felt the weakest I'd ever felt at this point. "I did say bye, but I also said I'd see her tomorrow. Mom, she isn't a brat, so stop calling her that, and shut up!" I was aggravated, and I hope she knew that. Before she could answer me, I ran up to my room, in complete tears, shut my door, and locked it. Turning around towards my bed, I saw about twenty boxes, and cried harder, knowing that she wasn't lying when she said we were moving. How am I going to tell Alex? Will I even be able to tell her?