First Date

A Story by Dave Klier

Honestly, I'm not as much a fan of this one as some of my others, but I am attempting to write a story a day. This tale is of a lesbian girl named Valarie, and her crush Sandy.

Valarie is a normal college girl. She goes to school, focuses on her studies, has love interests and goes to parties. You know, normal college girl stuff. She sees a potential love interest in another student. She especially loved Sandy's lipstick. It really made her smile. Valarie day dreams of Sandy's smile, lipstick such a bright red. Totally irresistible.

To be honest, Valarie had no idea if she was into guys or girls. Sandy was never seen dating a guy, not for lack of guys trying. Valarie talks to her all the time but can't tell if Sandy is flirting or being nice. "I like her," she thought, "so I could be biased."

One day, Sandy sat next to Valarie in a quiet commons area and they began talking about their weekend plans. When Sandy asks Valarie if she was doing anything, she quickly and happily retorts "no!" with a day dreamy voice.Sandy asks if Valarie would like to meet up at a bar, "to keep the creeps away," she says.

Valarie assumes the best, and is entirely excited. She was openly lesbian, so she thought Sandy was hitting on her.

"This will be perfect." She thought.

Valarie got all kinds of gussied up. Blood red lipstick, hair done up and sprayed. Smokey eye shadow. She couldn't even handle herself! She was going to burst at the seams with excitement.

Sandy shows up, looking beautiful as ever. "She didn't need to put in as much effort as me." Thought Valarie.

Pulling up a bar stool, Valarie's eyes focus on Sandy's. "What a beautiful shade of brown." She gleaned.

Sandy looked very confused at this comment. "Oh, your lesbian?" Valarie's heart went from outer space to the earths core in a millisecond. "Well, yeah, but no, it's okay, I understand." Valarie moped before standing back up.

Just then, the bartender comes waltzing by. "What are we having?" he asked nonchalantly.

Before Valarie could scamper away in embarrassment, Sandy ordered a pitcher of Nordeast. Valaries favorite beer.

"your a beer girl?" Valarie asked. "Well, do you want one or not?" responded Sandy playfully, as if nothing had just happened.

Valarie decides to stay, and ends up, if she was honest with herself, having a good time. At the end of the pitcher, both ladies are laughing about how a certain teacher talks. Making gestures of pinching their nose and saying "Alriiiiigght claaaaaaaassss.."

"Let me at least walk you out." Valarie asks grasping for straws.

"Sure." Sandy responds happily.

Making their way to Sandy's car, Valarie debates grabbing Sandy's hand. "No," she thought "I've already been shut down."

Upon arriving at Sandy's car, there is an awkward silence. As if debating who gets the first move. "Well, I had fun ton. . ." Valarie wasn't even able to finish before Sandy pressed those beautiful lips against hers.

"No way!" she thought, but didn't want to ruin the moment.

When it was over, Valarie had a dumbfounded look in her gaze. "I thought. . ." she clamored. "You thought right!" Sandy responded. "I am not lesbian, I am bisexual!" Sandy exclaimed. I wanted to get to know you, the real you. So I am so sorry to lead you down the wrong path." Sandy pleaded for forgiveness.

It was this point Valarie was most confused, but she started, "does this mean?"

"No, but its a start." Sandy said flirtatiously and with a smile, she got into her brand new Toyota, and drove off.

© 2017 Dave Klier

Author's Note

bash it however you want, I honestly think this one's plot has some holes personally..

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Charlie B

It's pretty good, I think it would be better told in the first person but that's just my opinion. When it comes to characters openly thinking, try to stay away from the quotation marks and maybe italicize. Other than those few things, perfect start to a series of flash fiction!