| Oh Man Why Am I Writing This Down?, Part 3 I should set something straight first, I'm actually 20 now. When I posted the first two parts I said that I was 15. I said that so that it was easier for me to get into my mindset of back then again. The problem is that 15 was the age that things started to get eventful for me, so I would have had to tell everything in present tense or something now and things would have gotten weird. I suppose another reason I said I was 15 was so that you could actually imagine a 15-year old girl sitting at the PC and typing erotic stuff that happened to her, which I figure was nonsense, since you probably didn't imagine the typing part, anyway! This is going to be a shorter part; I keep telling myself to continue writing but I'm sort of afraid of how long it takes to keep telling everything, so I decided I just had to start at some point and more parts will probably become more regular after this. I should probably resolve what happened after the last part. The next day at school, I was relieved to see Sara greeting me happily, as I had feared she'd been grounded. I didn't want to talk about the previous day with other people within earshot so I waited until the 20-minute breakfast break so we could go somewhere quiet. "So's everything okay? You didn't get grounded?" I asked. "Naah, did you?" "No, my sister Bo answered the phone saying Sally Jackson, which is my mother's name, so mom doesn't know anything. Your mom only told Bo that you had done something inappropriate and that she, mom that is, should have a serious talk with me about it." "Yeah, that was before mom and I talked. After you ran out, I slammed my door shut and locked it. Mom kept asking me to open but I was a bit panicked. Next thing she did was to phone at your place. The way you ran out, she was convinced that my undressing was, uhm... non-consensual." We both laughed. "Apparently she didn't hear you saying 'oh my God, I'm definitely lesbian'. I figured I should tell her what happened, though, so I did." My eyes went wide from shock. "So you told her that you undressed because I'm lesbian?" "Haha, come on, Lisa, I didn't word it like that. Do I hate you that much?" She smirked. "I told her that you were trying to figure out whether you might be attracted to girls, and that of course it was my idea to undress." I was probably fully ablush again when I asked her: "Did you tell her we... that you kissed... that we kissed?" She looked at me seriously for a few seconds. "I did." I got a bit upset at that and said: "Why did you do this? Damn, I can never visit you again..." Sara still looked seriously. "Hey, you know my mom, she's awesome! I didn't tell her that my undressing made you... arrive at a conclusion." We laughed again. We both like wording things overly formally. "She'll be as nice to you as always. Her smile might be a bit more curious next time she sees you, but I'm certain she won't say a word about it." "You and your mom, you're both awesome." I hugged Sara. "Careful girl, not so stormy! I know what you're after now," she said laughing. I broke off the embrace and said: "I know you're joking, but can you please not rib me because of... this? You know I'm naïve, and that at the back of my mind I'll be wondering whether you're subliminally trying to tell me that you think I'm in love with you, I know it's ridiculous..." She'd been looking at me seriously again and cut me off. "No, yeah, that's okay." She smiled at me again. She's one of the few persons I know where you can definitely distinguish a "smile" from a "grin". She wasn't making fun of me. I resisted the urge of hugging her yet again and looked at random things awkwardly, preparing myself to walk back to class with her. Her smile became a bit wider and she said "come here," hugging me once again, this time without any comment. I felt really happy. From that point on, I started thinking of Sara as my best friend next to Graeme. We started doing things together more often than before, and while it was still lots of fun hanging around with my two other guy friends, I realised that we were "only" good mates. I've had some of the worst (read: best) laughing fits of my life with Julian and Chad, but I wouldn't talk about intimate things with them. Time passed, time passed, then more time passed... and a year later, in 2006, of course I had still never talked to Hanna. There just hadn't been any good opportunities... and let's face it, I'm a chicken. I was 15 now and my sexual hormones were at their most active yet. Good stuff following in the next part, hopefully very soon! Just wanted to remind you all that I still exist. |