This has to be the number one night of my life. First a little backstory.
I am in love. This is a pretty recent thing, but I’ve known the girl for a long time. I’ve been there to help her through rough periods, she’s been there for me just the same. After anything bad happened to her, she’d usually call me, and talk to me. About 9 months ago, she called me, asked me to meet her at the train stop near our high school. This was the night that she came out of the closet, and I couldn’t have been happier.
Cut to two weeks ago.
I’ve discovered recently that I get along with her better then any person I know. I love her… as a friend. But… there’s something about her, and I feel myself getting… attracted to her. She is flirty with me all the time, and it’s not like she’s this way with everyone. She holds my hand throughout two entire movies, she… she shows the signs, to say the least. I would say I have a crush on her, but she’s a lesbian, and I know better then that.
Cut to Monday.
I tell her, which, as we all know, is a really bad idea. It goes well, we agree to stay friends, and not just like the “oh we’ll still be friends” way, where you aren’t. We actually stay friends. We still hang out a lot, which is good. I guess I still have feelings for her, but I’m cool with not being able to be with her.
Tuesday and Wednesday are hell. A good friend of mine attempts suicide. I call the cops to try and save him. He is angry I have done this. He goes to the hospital, and is released later that night (which is absolutely insane). I’d told him that I was going to make sure he got help if he did it again the last time he did anything vaguely resembling this shit. He told me he was going to do it, so I do what I can. Seems reasonable? Well, he isn’t pleased with me because of it, he threatened my life, and now we’re just not talking.
Today.
Today is, for lack of a better term, uneventful. My last three days were pretty much packed full of excitement. It was about 6:30 when my lesbian friend calls. She’s unhappy, so I go over to her house. We work on her college applications for a bit, and I say I need to get going. She asks to come to my house with me, I say yeah. We chill at my house, I eat dinner, and we chill in my room. My parents have left for a meeting. We’re lying on my bed, and she wraps her arm around me, and tells me she doesn’t feel safe with anyone else. She was down earlier, so I tell her that, this time, when she is going through tough times, I’m going to be here before the fact, not showing up after. She told me she’d very much like to kiss me, and now…
I have converted a lesbian. It feels weird just typing it. Wow.
What a weird fucking week.