”Are you, like an actual…you know?” Jackson inquired.

Trying to contain my giggles I replied, ”A lesbian? Yes Jackson, I am. In fact I’ve probably pulled more than you my friend.” Slapping his shoulder I gave him a dimpled grin.

The whole group burst out in laughter, real whole-hearted laughter. Mark was the first to speak, ”I like you Blondie, maybe we can trade tips sometimes.” He held out his fist and I bumped it with my own.

The group all agreed that they had no qualms with my sexuality, only Addison said that she was surprised because I didn’t look like a lesbian. To this I cocked my head to one side and asked, ”What’s a lesbian look like?

Cristina laughed at this, watching Addison’s face go from creamy pale to bright red in less than 20 seconds, ”Your alright Arizona.”

After a few more questions, the group dissipated, Cristina and Meredith in search for innocent boys they could liquor up and get steamy with. Addison and Mark downed their drinks then went to find a free room, I think you can guess what for. I was left with Jackson whose eyes were roaming the room for a way to escape the awkwardness.

Deciding to give it to him I said, ”I’m going to find Teddy, this was fun. See ya around Jackson.” He nodded and scurried, head bowed into the living room. I laughed, shaking my head at his frenzied departure. Scouring rooms looking for her, I resided that this house was far too big. I found myself outside on the expansive balcony trying to grab some fresh air away from the crowds inside.

As I took in the sublime view I happened to glance up at the stars glimmering above me and smiled. My brother once told me that the beautiful thing about stars was that no matter where he was, the stars we both looked at at night would always be the same. Big cornball, but he was right and it was a comforting thought, seeing as he was in Afghanistan, fighting in the war. That morbid thought made me a little upset but I focused on the stars instead of the constant fear for my brother’s safety.

I turned to head back inside and that was when I saw her, Calliope Torres, in all her refined and unparalleled beauty. Of course I didn’t actually know it was her then, not that I cared, regardless of who she was I’d never had a greater urge to kiss another human being so bad in my whole 17 years of life. Her long, raven black hair sat in loose waves around her shapely caramel toned face, her cheeks were flushed from dancing and her brown eyes sparkled in the light of the stars that shone above us. The slight breeze I had resented when first coming to this city, ruffled her hair and she sighed at the feeling of the wind on her warm skin. I couldn’t blink, in fear of missing one millisecond of the goddess that stood before me. When she noticed that I was standing in front of her, her lips – perfect, kissable lips – curled delicately into a breath-taking smile. Her teeth were so white against her olive complexion, the perfect contrast made me feel dizzy. My conscience reminded me that I was staring but I couldn’t physically tear my eyes away, I tried to focus on breathing and acting like I wasn’t going to pass out in front of her.