"You’re getting there," Tina said, blushing.

"An F?" Bette asked, moving the book to the side and scooting beside Tina. She nudged her with her shoulder.

"Bingo," Tina said. "In all my classes. It’s so fucking gay." Bette winced. Without realizing it, Tina leaned her head on Bette’s shoulder. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow on both of their faces. She looked up at Bette, tears starting to form in her eyes. She hoped that because it was getting darker, Bette wouldn’t notice.

"What’s wrong?"

"I just…I don’t know what I want in life. My parents want me to pass high school, become an engineer, get married, and produce grandchildren that would visit them every two weeks. I don’t know if I want that."

Bette wrapped her arms around Tina, holding her close. Not too long ago, they were joking about Lindsay Lohan and now Tina was spilling her heart out to her. It felt surreal. "What do you want?"

"I don’t know. Probably become a filmmaker." Tina said, her tears wetting Bette’s shoulder.

Bette felt Tina’s tears on her skin. She had known Tina since middle school. She moved from North Carolina and held the new kid status for a week. Then, she began befriending Nadia, Candace, Hudson, Tonya, and all the popular kids. But that week when Tina had no friends, Bette felt like going up to her and help her know the ropes at the school. Too bad she didn’t.

"Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I ruined your clothes," Tina suddenly said. She tried wiping some of her tears off but the damage was done.

"It’s fine, I was going to wash this old thing anyways," Bette lied. Tina didn’t catch her on that and sighed. She laid her head back on Bette’s shoulders.

 They stayed like that for a while, both content. It started to get dark and soon the moon was the only source of lighting in Tina’s room. Bette’s stomach ruined the moment.

"Someone’s hungry," Tina laughed, arching her eyebrows. "Let’s go to the kitchen." Tina scootched away from Bette and went to the kitchen. Bette was able to turn around in time to see the exaggerated sway of Tina’s hips. Tina smirked, seeing Bette’s reflection in the dresser’s huge mirror.