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Instead of annoying knocking and calling to wake me up, this morning I instead got to sleep through four annoying phone calls until I finally picked up, already too awake to just lay there and ignore it. It was Davis, of course. I had expected no one else.

"What the hell, Davis? Don't you know I need my beauty sleep?" I snapped.

"Eight thirty," was all I got as a response.

"Eight thirty?" I questioned, confused now as my anger sizzled down. Of course Davis would have a good reason for waking me, but what was happening at eight thirty?

"Yep. That's when you need to tune in to LA KIIS on your radio," Davis explained, and I suddenly understood what he was talking about.

"No way," I said, unbelieving.

"Yes way! LA KIIS FM is airing your song at eight thirty tonight. Tomorrow morning, at around six in the morning pacific time, Z100 in New York is airing it in the East Coast! I told you we could count on this Neal guy!" Davis exclaimed, clearly proud of himself.

"This is amazing, Davis!" I exclaimed, whatever anger I'd had about him waking me up two days in a row completely gone. Today could be my day, the one I'd been waiting for ever since I'd lost everything almost eleven years ago.

"I know. Who's the best manager ever?" he asked cockily.

"You," I answered, rolling my eyes and letting out a light laugh. "Also the best friend ever!"

"Oh speaking of best friends," he said, his voice dropping a little in volume as he sounded more serious all of the sudden, "July 15th has passed, are you doing better?"

I let out a sigh. "I don't know, Davis. I guess. I mean, talking about it yesterday made it just that much harder to bare."

Davis suddenly gasped quietly. "Dani, if you're going to be famous soon, do you think your high school lover will be able to find you? Do you think she'll want to find you?"

The idea hadn't even crossed my mind, at all. What if Santana heard her voice on the radio? It was already a freak of nature that Dani hadn't heard Santana's voice on the radio since she last saw her, but what would Santana think if she heard Dani's voice on the radio?

And what would she think when she looked up her former lover and found nothing?

"If she just hears my name, it's fine," Dani stated, sighing. "If she just hears the song, it's fine. If she hears both…"

"Wait, what do you mean?" Davis demanded.

Dani sighed. She had a few more surprises for her best friend of five years. "My name isn't Danielle Taylor."

"What?" Davis asked, confusion lacing over his voice.

"I changed my last name as soon as I had the money to after I ran away. As far as my first name, it's never been Danielle. My parents named me Dani. Dani Tyler. Danielle Taylor, although similar, shouldn't trigger anything with her. But if she hears that and the song… then she'll know its me. And if she just hears the song, and she looks up Dani Tyler, she won't find anything, so it won't matter."

"But if she hears both…" Davis repeated, seeming to understand now. "Ah, I get it."

"I hadn't even thought of it though," I admitted, huffing.

"Well, you said you didn't want to butt into her life. If she hears your song and comes to find you, that's hardly you doing anything," Davis assured her. "Now, can I get any hints about this girl? What did she look like? Tall? Short?"

I couldn't help at chuckle at Davis's eagerness to know more about Santana. "She's about the same height as me. Dark hair. She's Latina."

"Ooh la la!" Davis joked, and I could practically see him winking at me. "If you saw this girl again, do you think you'd still be in love with her?"

"I don't know, Davis. Is that even possible?" I asked him, having been wondering that for years now.

"Anything is possible with love, Dani, you should know that," Davis chastised her. "I've got to go. Got to tell the posse about your song airing tonight. Call you later!"

"Sure," I answered, and then he hung up. Laying back against my pillow, I let out a deep sigh. Had Santana been thinking about me as much as I'd been thinking about her? Over the years? Now? Had she completely forgotten me? I wouldn't ever know.

My eyes shifted over to my phone, sitting still on my side table. If I looked Santana up on the internet, what would I find? I was almost tempted to do it, but I shook my head and let it drop against my pillow completely. Sleep. I needed more sleep. Especially since Davis was sure to have me up until the wee hours of the morning partying and celebrating with our friends.

"Dani?" I heard Santana call from the other end of our spot. From this end, I didn't have a clear view of her and she didn't have one of me. She would find me though; after all, I had promised that I'd be here. And what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't show up?

Best friend. The two words echoed in my head as I thought them. I didn't want to be Santana's best friend anymore. I was fifteen, and even though she was still fourteen for another month, I felt that we were both old enough to approach our feelings for each other. I knew that I had them toward her, and I was almost positive that she had them toward me.

That was the topic that had led me to insist that Santana sneak away from whatever it is she'd been doing with her family to come see me. I was done trying to hide my feelings. I just wanted to admit them, have her admit her own feelings, and then kiss her until my lips were swollen.

Naturally, though, I wasn't just going to lead with that. Actually, I was hanging upside down from a thick branch on one of the trees while I waited for Santana to round the trees in the middle of the clearing, where she would be able to see me.

"Dani?" she called again, closer this time, and then I saw her come around the trees. She raised one eyebrow up as soon as she saw me, and it looked just as hot as normal from upside down. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you," I answered as though it were obvious. "Though, now that I think about it, I'm not sure that I can get down from this position without hurting myself."

"Wow, some professional you are," Santana joked, before coming up to me and helping me down. Realistically, I could've gotten myself down, and Santana probably knew that. "So, what was so important that you had to call me away from my quinceanera planning?"

So that's what she'd been doing. I had almost forgotten about the quinceanera that Santana and her parents had been planning practically since Santana turned fourteen. "I need to talk to you."

"What about?'

I took a deep breath. This was going to be harder than I thought it would be. "I need to tell you that ever since I realized that I was a lesbian I've started to realize that I really like someone and that someone also happens to kind of be like my best friend and I'm not really sure what to do."

Santana smirked at me and tilted her head a bit to the right. I rolled my eyes at her; she'd known very well that I had had feelings for her all this time. I could tell from her expression. I cocked my head a little to the side as well, and for a few moments, our eyes stared between each other. As if both of us were contemplating something serious involving the other. Which, really, we were.

I broke first. "Ugh, will you please just say something?" I crossed my arms nervously over my chest.

Santana straightened her head out and the challenging smirk was gone from her face. "What do you think you should do?" Santana asked me.

I hated it when people did things like that, and she knew it too. I let out a groan of frustration. "Santana, will you please just like… say something?"

"I just did," Santana told me.

I flashed her a quick scowl, but it disappeared as fast as it came. I wasn't even good at scowling at people I hated, let alone Santana. I took a deep breath. "Well, I don't know what I should do, but I'm sure that what I want to do isn't that."

"What do you want to do?" Santana asked, and I didn't miss her gently bite her lower lip after she asked the question.

"I'd really like to kiss you," I stated flat out, not bothering with the game-like conversation we'd been having.

"So? What are you waiting for?" Santana demanded, but before she could barely finish the last word, I wasn't waiting anymore. Our lips were joined in a kiss. It was my first kiss. I wasn't positive about whether or not it was Santana's first kiss. Before she came out to me, she'd gone on a "date" with a boy, and had never told me what about it made her come home completely disgusted.

Santana moved her lips against mine slowly, and I couldn't help it when my tongue slipped out through my lips and touched gently on hers. After just a few seconds, Santana's lips moved apart from one another, and my tongue slid into her mouth experimentally.

It was an amazing sensation, kissing Santana. Something that I would never have been able to imagine, at least not to the quality of the real thing. It got even better when Santana slid her arms around my waist and pulled me against her. I wrapped my own arms around her neck.

I pulled away first, not very far though, and opened my eyes to watch Santana's eyes. Our eyes searched each other for a few moments, and then Santana surprised me by pulling me in for a hug. We both relaxed completely against each other. This was right. This was how we were supposed to be. I just knew it.

I awoke an hour later, feeling much more refreshed than I had when Davis called me. The dream I'd had, or rather, the memory, may have had some calming affect on me while I slept, which explained why I felt so calm and happy now. It was a good memory. A time when sneaking away to be together wasn't horrible. A time when I hadn't wanted to run away.

It wasn't like I'd had much of a choice in that matter though. It was leave or be forced to leave. Even if my dad hadn't wanted to kick me out, though, the anger from him and my mother would have been so thick that I wouldn't have been able to stay there. I'd known that, even when I so stupidly blurted out the one thing I needed them to not know.

And just like that, the bad memory absorbed my mind.

"I can't even believe that some states are legalizing it," my dad commented angrily in their discussion. I hadn't said much since it started, because I knew arguing with my parents would be stupid and fruitless.

"I can't believe how many people support them," my mom said, shaking her head with disbelief as she took another bite of the casserole that she'd made the three of us for dinner. I took a deep breath and then another bite as well to keep myself from arguing with them.

"It's a whole lot of stupid shit," my dad decided. "At least we know that gay marriage won't be legalized here."

I couldn't bite back the first comment that came to mind, and I accidentally let it slip, "Yeah, because there are too many closed-minded assholes here."

"Excuse me, young lady?" my dad demanded.

"Sorry," I muttered, as if it would help me any, and took another bite of casserole, which was starting to not taste very good to me.

"Would you like to state your opinion, Dani?" my mom asked, in a tight, bitter sort of way.

Now, I really couldn't hold anything back. "Yes I would. I think gay marriage should be legalized everywhere. Being gay isn't a choice, but being hateful to people for being gay is one, and it makes you a closed-minded asshole." She flashed her parents a thin, angry smile, and then took another bite of her now tasteless casserole.

"What do you mean it isn't a choice? Of course it's a choice! Everything is a choice!" my dad exclaimed.

"Is it your choice to be a man? Is it mom's join to be a woman? No, you were born that way!" I exclaimed.

"No one is born gay," my dad insisted, pointing a finger at me as if it was supposed to scare me.

"How do you know?" I growled.

"Because its unnatural," my mom answered for him.

"Alright, so why do you think that people are choosing to be that way? Considering the amount of hate they receive from people like you? And, if they're born liking the opposite sex, then why do they want to force themselves to be with the same sex?' I demanded to know. How someone could believe the way my parents did blew me away.

"That's what makes it unnatural!" my dad exclaimed as if it were obvious. "I don't know why they do it!"

And then, the wrong thing came out. "What if I were gay, huh? What would you do?"

"That would never happen, Dani. We raised you right," my mother insisted, her voice calm. I told myself over and over to leave it at that. To let my parents be the closed-minded assholes that they were. To let them fit in with so many other conservative people against gay rights. To let them hate who she was while they didn't even know she was that.

But now she was angry, and the next words that fell from her lips were out of her control. "But I am gay."

"Dani, do not make serious things like that up," my father growled, taking an angry bite of his dinner. He probably wasn't tasting much of it anymore either.

"I'm not making anything up! I'm a lesbian! Alright? I've known since I was thirteen! I've never liked boys! I didn't force myself to like girls so that you could hate me! It's not a choice!" I exclaimed.

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Dani. You like boys," my mom assured me.

"No, I don't! I've kissed girls before, mom! Actually, you probably wouldn't want to know the details of what I've done with girls," I snapped at them, almost just because I knew that would rile them up. I avoided using Santana's name, though. She didn't need to get in any trouble because of me.

"Excuse me?" my father demanded, setting down his fork angrily on his plate. "You've done what?"

I glared at him. "I'm gay, and you can't change that, dad. I imagine the feeling is a lot like what I deal with having closed-minded assholes as parents."

"No! I will not allow you to be gay, young lady! We'll send you to one of those correction facilities!" my dad yelled, almost as a threat. Like I should withdraw what I said to avoid trying to be converted into a straight person by some religious guy who thought he had the authority to do so.

"Oh yeah, because that will help," I snapped.

"Who did this to you?" my mom demanded. "Who turned you into this person?"

"I did!" I answered. "I was born this way, mom!"

"No! You weren't!" my father yelled, standing up now. "Someone messed with your mind and turned you into this person. I will not have someone like you as my daughter!"

"Fine! I never wanted someone like you as my father anyway!" I yelled standing and storming off toward my room.

"You get back here, young lady!" my mother called, coming after me. But I was in my room with the door locked before she reached me.

"Leave her," my father said. "Maybe this will all blow over by morning."

Maybe it would.

Or maybe I'd be gone by then.

I slept until four in the morning, and then I packed everything I would need on my trip. Clothes, hygiene necessities, my phone and my phone charge. My laptop, a couple of photos. I also went downstairs and raided the pantry for food. Granola bars, cans of food. I had no idea how long I would have to live off stuff like that, so I took a good amount of stuff.

Then I gathered up all of my cash, actually grateful that my parents hadn't given me a credit or debit card yet, one that they could shut down or track in order to find me. I only had about two hundred dollars saved up, but it's what I'd been saving in case this happened.

At six in the morning, when Santana would be just about leaving her house. I scribbled out a note to her explaining myself. Then I folded it and grabbed a small piece of tape. As soon as I left this on her window, I could go.

So I hung my purse over my shoulder, fit my guitar strap over me securely, and grabbed my duffle bag of stuff. The note still clenched in my hand, I left my house and started to Santana's.

When I got there, I saw that she had already left. Probably wondering where I was, actually, since we usually walked to school together. I went around to the side of the house and dropped my duffle bag there. Then I climbed up to her window and carefully taped the folded note there. She would see it, that much I was sure.

I dropped back down onto the ground and grabbed my duffle bag. I walked back to my house and found my mom's car keys. This was probably on some level of stealing, but I didn't have a car or a way to get out of this tiny town. I would drive to Austin, probably, and try to find a job there until I could pay for a bus ticket out of Texas. I didn't care where I went, but I wanted out of here.

I would leave the car somewhere obvious when I left it, with the keys inside. That way they would find it. Probably on the outskirts of the city, and maybe grab a taxi to the inner part of the city.

I would have to figure it all out on the drive. Because it was just me now. No one else. Just me. I had to start thinking like that.

Dani :(

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