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Pippa

Scientists say that the world is constantly spinning, and for the first time in my life, I believe it. At least, my world is spinning. The effects from the whiskey have me wondering whether it is my bed spinning or the ceiling. Felicity stumbles through undressing on her side of the room. I am startled by the sound of shattering glass. When I look over I find her laughing in the puddle of glass.

"You should clean that up, Felishity," I slur. But soon enough I am laughing right along with my distraught friend. "Come here," I demand in between giggles. She stands awkwardly and makes her way over to the edge of my bed. "I have a shecret." She leans closer—close enough to taste the liquor from her breath. "You are the most smart person I know," I spew out in measured tones.

"I agree," she remarks, blowing air into my face. Her breath smells slightly of apple and causes memories to flood my mind with the familiarity. I frown at the picture in my mind. They way Felicity looked after kissing Gemma is enough to make me throw up tonight's dinner right now. "What's wrong my dear little child?" Felicity asks with obvious concern. She seems to be sobering before me and it makes me wonder if she has been pretending.

"Where did you hear about Sappho?" I question to avoid my real question. The jealousy I felt in that moment was undeniable. Yet, I don't think I should tell Felicity. Especially in the state I am in. Part of me knows that I am walking the line by even bringing this up. My drunken state craves the feeling of skin against my lips. And this confuses me immensely.

"Well in a book of course," Felicity responds with no trace of worry or fear. "Would you like me to recite some of her poetry?" I nod in response secretly longing to hear what Sappho had to say about women. "He's equal with the god's, that man who sits across from you, face to face, close enough to sip your voice's sweetness. And what excites my mind, your laughter glittering. So, when I see you for a moment my voice goes, my tongue freezes. Fire, delicate fire in the flesh. Blind, stunned, the sound of thunder in my ears. Shivering with sweat, cold tremors over the skin. I turn the color of dead grass and I'm an inch from dying."

By the time Felicity ends her recitation, her face is less than an inch from mine. I know not how long I have been holding my breath, but it whooshes out suddenly at her proximity. The world is no longer spinning; everything except our deep breathing has stopped. Far too soon, Felicity clears her throat and puts a decent amount of space between us.

"Do you agree with her?" I ask suddenly, my blunt address surprising us both.

"Sometimes," she whispers. Her eyes bore holes in my soul. I cannot help but tear up at the realization that Felicity loves Gemma. I deserve her love; I've known her longer and I am a real friend. My heart wrenches because I attract all the wrong people. Being beautiful is no fun if it does not get you everyone.

"Well I wish you two the best!" I angrily reply as I roll away from the girl I thought was my greatest friend.

"Who?" She wonders. Her hand falls lightly on my waist. I refuse to answer her question. She must know who I mean. She did after all kiss her less than an hour ago. "Pippa, who do you think I have feelings for?"

"Gemma!" The alcohol is making me more docile than usual. Felicity's laughter causes me to roll over again so I can see her. She grins and giggles as I made the most ridiculous assertion ever. "You kissed her," I say, now defensive.

"That I did," she states "But I didn't like it."

"Yes you did."

"No Pip, I did not," she firmly insists. "I wanted it to be a different pair of lips against mine. Not Gemma's."

"Ann's?" I ask now, feeling more hurt than before.

"Are you really that naïve Pip? Could you seriously believe I would have romantic interest in Ann?"

"Well I don't know Felicity! You kissed that oaf. Maybe you like damsels in distress too!"

"Pippa," she softens. "It's you. I want to kiss you." The silence spreads out like a quilt made of all the fabric in the world. I find that my mind cannot process this revelation.

With a sigh I finally manage to say something. Unfortunately it is not very smart or clever. "Me?"

"Is that a surprise?"

"No, I guess not."

"I said I would marry you if I was a man."

"You don't need to justify yourself."

"What do I say if not that?" she asks—her overconfident facade gone.

"Don't say anything," I gulp. "Kiss me."

Felicity takes no time to debate whether or not to obey my orders. Rather, she grabs hold of my hips and slides her sternum over mine until her face is level with mine. Her lips catch my own and hold tight. She inhales sharply causing a small tug on my lower lip. Her tongue reaches out and gently grazes the outline of my mouth. And with that she pulls away. It is over.

She returns to her bed without a word. I am left wondering what the future holds and hoping there is more of that coming.

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