Another Story

Sometimes other people have you thinking they know all there is to know about someone. They tell you how she ended up where she is now. They tell you why no one likes him. I've even heard of people warning you about that one girl. Just let me ask you this: Do you beleive them?
I knew this girl a while back. She wasn't mean. She wasn't ugly. She was just an outcast. Her face was kind and her features soft and angelic. I think the people were jelous of her beauty, and afraid of her because of her differences.
Unlike most girls, she never fooled around with the football team boys. She never became one of the people she hated. She was always true to her freinds and did her best to be as much herself as she could be.
Her freinds never judged her because she never judged them. It didn't bother them that she had no real sexual orientation because they knew what it felt like to love, and love is blind to gender.
To the rest of the school, when they saw her with anyone but a boy, it was horrible. Unheard of. She didn't care, though. It wasn't so bad. She had no desire to be what they wanted.
One day, she found who she'd been looking for and only her freinds understood. It was they who really knew that it was okay for two of the same sex to fall inlove.
She and her girlfeind were both pretty, quiet, and full of love. Both just waiting for the right person to share it with.
The place away from school where all of the freinds could hang out was at her house. It was badly lighted, kind of cowded, and just the spot for a bunch of teens to hang out.
There were two love seats and a couch all stuffed into the living room, and no TV. All this was okay because no one would've paid much attention to it, anyway.
Her house was more of a 'Lover's Den' for all of it's make out and sex scenes. Sometime's it'd just be she and her girlfreind at first, but soon the rest would follow.
The tender touch of her lips against her lover's
seemed to set off a silent alarm and everone noticed. The tips of her fingers tracing her lover's cheek bones sent chills up everyone's spines. The palm of her hand caressing every curve in her lover's shape lighting a fire in all of her freind's hearts.
It was amazing. There's hardly anything like that around, anymore. I miss it. So much lust, love, heat, and romance in the same room. It's as if she started something when she came here. Ended it when she was killed for her differences.