Julia looked at me, cupped my face with her hands and kissed
me. This kiss was much longer and I could feel the spark. She deepened the
kiss.

“Allison… I’ve had feelings for you too, but tried to hide it
by crushing on Luke but I could never get over you…” Smiling, she kissed me
again, leading to making out. Suddenly a siren echoed through the house and the
backyard.

“Crap! The cops are here.” Julia said worried.

“Follow me” I said, quickly grabbing her by the
hand and running around the side of the house. We hopped the fence and ran. We
could see about six police cars outside the house. Me and Julia were so lucky
to be in the backyard. The party had ended an hour early, so we decided to walk
home together. I looked down at our hands, still together. I looked back at
her. She was smiling at me.

“So what are we going to do about us?” I asked
smiling back.

“I think we could work it out” she said laughing, then
sealing her words with a kiss.

I could feel her smiling through the kiss. Finally my chest
felt like something was lifted off of it, the pain of liking her so much, and
not being able to have her disappeared. We continued walking toward our houses,
holding hands.

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When we got to her house, i turned to her.

“Julia, what about you and Luke, you lead him on, he’ll
be heart-broken.  I thought you had something
going on with him.” i said quietly. “And I thought you were straight…”

“I’ve been heart-broken by way to many guys, its time
to change it up, maybe my best friend could help me with that.” she
smiled.

I didn’t have anything to say to that so all I could do was
smile and kiss her on her lush lips. “Night, see you Monday, if not
earlier” I said still smiling.

“Night, good luck with your parents” she said
hugging me, then turning away and walking into her house.

“Crap…” I muttered. I had totally forgotten that I’d have to
eventually tell my parents about me and Julia dating. This wouldn’t be good.

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I walked home that night, waiting for myself to wake up from
this dream. But I never did. This was real life. I did a little happy dance and
ran the rest of the way home. Which was unusual for me because I’m usually very
lazy.  I stopped myself once I got to my
front door. “How am I going to tell my family about this…?” I thought. I
opened the door to a surprised mom who questioned why I had gotten home so
early. I just replied I didn’t feel like partying anymore. I went up to my
room, and went on my laptop. I opened up Facebook, and the first thing that
popped up was