"Oh, well…"Jean said, smiling, "Good for them."

Angelica looked up at her, noticing that smile that still made her heart stop
for a beat.

"Good for them, yeah…" Angelica repeated.

"But not good for you." Jean said knowingly.

"Exactly." Angelica said, looking rather surprised. "How did you know?"

Jean smiled. She did not answer right away. First, she took out a
cigarette from her pocket and lit it up, started smoking. Then,
looking at Angelica, she took out another one and offered it to her.

"Smoke?" she asked, winking.

Angelica shook her head hesitantly.

Jean nodded, took a deep breath and stared into the night.

"How did you know?" Angelica repeated her earlier question.

Jean turned to her. "Well, I just…I know what it’s like to be
different.

"’Cause your gay?" Angelica was surprised at her own direct approach.

"Among other things…" was Jean’s response.

Angelica hesitated. "What other things?"she asked finally.

Jean looked at her with a sudden sadness in her eyes. "I…" she
began quietly. "I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about that,
yet…"

"Oh…" Angelica looked down. "I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about
it…it’s just…I…"

Jean smiled again. "What is it?" she laid a hand over
Angelica’s.

Angelica winced and looked into those radiating blue eyes.

"I don’t know why, but…" she said very quietly. "It feels
like I could talk to you about anything. Even though, I’ve just met
you."

Jean smiled again. "Well…you can."

Angelica sighed heavily. She took Jean’s example and looked up into the stars,
before she started talking.

"Alex." she said simply. "I don’t love him…I’m only his girlfriend so
nobody can talk trash about me. Yet he…he’s just crazy about me…I
feel so guilty and so lonely. All the time. I love my moms but I
don’t know how to tell them what a lame excuse they have for a
daughter! I’m lying, I’m sneaking…I don’t know what I’m doing!"

Angelica felt tears streaming down her face. Embarassed, she lifted a hand to
wipe them away, when suddenly she felt Jean’s hand on her face,
stroking her cheek softly.

"You look beautiful when you’re crying." Jean said softly.

Angelica stared into Jean’s eyes, realizing almost shocked, how close Jean’s
face had gotten to hers. She could feel their hearts beating.

"Jean, I…" she started.

Jean lightly shook her head. "Don’t be scared."