Saturday, June 6thA Chapter by Amanda Dawn Sanderson-GreerSaturday, June 6th I woke this morning to sounds and smells of coffee brewing and bacon sizzling; Abigail surely knows how to make me enjoy my early mornings (which I despise otherwise). Coffee is my savior and bacon is my sin. However I was unsure if either were right for this pounding headache and this weak feeling that I had in my gut. I really shouldn't have drank so much last night and most definitely plan to never drink that much ever again (and no, it's not like when the quarterback of the football teams says this, I really mean it), if I ever decide to drink again. "Get out of bed T, your breakfast is going to get cold!" The sound of her voice made me smile, I still couldn't shake off last night but I'm hoping that she doesn't recall any of it, at least not the kiss. I rolled out of bed and carried my heavy head out of the room and trudged into the kitchen where I plopped on a bar stool and moaned. "With a sound like that, I'm guessing you aren't going to enjoy the bacon I've prepared for you." She hands me a plate of toast and opens bottled water. "More bacon for me." She cramped a piece in her mouth, smiling. "I don't know how you're eating that right now...” I could barely nibble on the toast that she had made me. Now I remember why I don't drink and why I should probably steer clear of the stuff from now on. Well, this nauseous feeling and the fact that I allowed my best friend to kiss me last night which lead me to thinking thoughts about her that I had never thought about anyone, ever before. "Did you sleep well?" No, I couldn't stop thinking about you and that kiss. I shook my head. Abigail suddenly looked nervous as she walked over to sit next to me, turning to look me in the face. "Tabby?" I looked at her, eyebrows raised. She looked very confused and not confused about her sexuality (as I was), no. I looked away for fear of what she may say, taking a bite of my toast and nodding for her to continue on even though I wasn't at all prepared for what she might say to me. "I'm awfully sorry about last night, you know, with the kissing and all?" She paused, asking a question, hoping that I might have forgotten about it. "I hope that I didn't freak you out or anything, I'm not gay." That stung, why did that sting? Was it because of the way she said it or was it because I was disappointed that she wasn't feeling the exact say way that I was? "I just wanted to see what it would be like to kiss you. I know that may not make any sense to you but it was just curiosity, that's all." My heart cracked and I gripped tightly to my stool, as if I'd fall off. I took a deep breath before nodding, attempting to stay focused on my breakfast but I could still feel her staring at me. "It's just that no one loves me like you do and we were talking about how you and I share that type of love that most people won't even fight for. It's not even complicated or hard with us, it's just natural. I thought maybe it was because there was more between us but after kissing you, I realized that there wasn't and I'm sorry for dragging you into all this without even talking it over first. I just had a though and reacted quickly because I was so drunk." I didn't know if I could take much more of her talking, I felt like I was going to be sick and not because of the alcohol either. I was sick to my stomach because she was right; the only problem was that I had felt something that she had not. Does this mean that I am gay? It would make sense as to why I lack the interest in the male's reproductive body part. "Tabby?" I could feel her staring at me but I still wasn't able to look up at her. "Are you upset with me?" I could hear the sound of her voice cracking, she was scared that her kissing me had a negative effect on our friendship and my silence was making her assumption into a reality. As hard as it was for me to look up at her, I knew that I had to comfort her. I looked over at her as a single tear fell down her cheek. "No, it's not that. I'm not upset with you, it's just..." Now Abigail was raising her eyebrows and a confused look washed over her face but as soon as it appeared, it was replaced by oh, I didn't even think about that reaction which lead me to turning away from her again. "Oh! Tabby..." I knew that she had finally understood what had been racing through my mind all night long. She reached out, placed her hand on my back and began to comfort me. "Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" I looked at her like she was crazy and I shrugged my shoulders at her. I was still unable to find my voice, much less admit that I had enjoyed kissing my best friend that just admitted that for her, it was a mistake. I knew that I had to say something though because the silence was more painful than anything else. "It's not like I have ever felt this way before, it wasn't a secret that I had been hiding from you or anything. If so, then I have also been hiding it from myself because I didn't ever think that I might be gay." As soon as I said it that way, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I didn't even like that I had said it in such a negative way because was it really a negative thing? "I mean, you are the first person to ever kiss me, it could be nothing. It's not like I really have anything to compare it to, do I?" This made her laugh which was an attempt to lighten the mood but it didn't lighten the heavy ache in my heart. I definitely knew now that I was lying to myself and now hiding a secret that I just admitted to not hiding. I definitely had romantic feelings and desires for Abigail but I didn't want to admit that. I'd rather just look confused and uncertain of last night. However, Abigail wasn't buying into my ramblings because she grabbed my face and forced me to look her in the eyes. "How did you feel when I kissed you?" "I don't know, really..." "Don't." Before I could ask her, 'Don't what?’ she pulled my face into hers, my lips on her soft, delicate ones. She used her tongue to open up my mouth and there was most certainly no confusion after that, she definitely excited me. She allowed the kiss to continue until I pulled away and even though I could have stayed there forever, I let go to come up for air. I looked into her eyes as she smiled at me and I took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her again, I didn't want to leave her lips. The butterflies flew up out of my gut and into my throat and escaped my lips into a moan. I cannot believe what I am feeling, I cannot believe what I am experiencing and all with a girl that didn't return any of the same feelings, sensations of...lust? Passion? I let her go at the thought and suddenly the confusion flooded me all over again. "I'm sorry but it felt so nice." Abigail looked as confused as I felt but she wasn't speaking and I was honestly too afraid to ask. Then she leaned into me and kissed me back, much more passionately than before but I quickly pushed her away. "I can't, I can't sit here and continue to kiss you and feel this way..." I trailed off into silence because I had said too much. "It's just..." She followed suit on the silence; clearly there was something that she was keeping from me. This was a first for our friendship because both of us were very open with one another, secrets and kept thoughts just occur between the two of us. There was no reason for it so to think that she was attempting to withhold on her words meant one of two things to me. She was either a) fearful of my feelings toward her or b) she was fearful of the feelings that she may have for me. "Abigail?" It was a soft whisper and for a moment I was unsure if she even heard me but then she looked up at me and mumbled, "F**k it" before she breathed me in with the most passionate kiss I could have ever came up with even in the most creative parts of my mind.
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