Laureen

I open my phone and text Laureen. 'Hey, my parents are taking care of the cat, I hope you got home safe. Also, this is Grace'

Shortly, I get a reply. 'Hey Grace! That's good to hear. I hope that poor little thing is ok. Also, I'm picking you up at 7:45am if that's ok.'

'That time works,' I reply. 'and I hope so too. My parents are willing to keep it if there's no owner.'

'Aww, cute. I wish I could have a cute little furball in my life :('

'Don't we all? This is my first time having a pet. Or anyone besides my parents.'

'Haha, I get that. Well, I did. Then I got siblings.'

'Oof, I was blessed without any, unless yours are nice, then I'm cursed.'

'I get the feeling. Anyway, I gotta go to bed. Siblings are tiring, I'll tell you that.'

'People are tiring in general. Sorry for not texting sooner, I was talking to my dad. And goodnight.'

'Oh no, it's fine. I totally understand. And goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow.'

'Yeah, see you tomorrow.' I get off my phone and put it on the charger.

Today was the best day of my life, so why do I feel so sad? It just doesn't male sense. I got my McDonald's, I got a kitten, and best of all I met Laureen. My life is good for once. So why am I so depressed? Is it cause I'm scared it'll all be fake like last time? Or maybe I'm scared of life after high school? Maybe it's just high school in general.

Whatever, I need to be productive. I get up and check on the cat downstairs. I need to throw the blanket in the wash, and my parents realized that.

The door is shut but the blanket is folded neatly in front of it. I hear my parents talking. I could eavesdrop, but not only is that rude, it's invading their privacy. Besides, they're probably talking about the cat. Right?

I head to the laundry room and throw it in with a few other blankets. Lauren's stands out so much, just like her. I remember when she braced me in the car. She was willing to save me for her arm if it were to be that bad. She's an absolute angel. But a lit of people say being gay is a sin. I must be the devil himself then. So that means Laureen can never love me.

I already started the wash so I head back to my room. I decide to take a shower, I don't want to stink. So I hop in.

As I'm standing there, the hot water hitting my back, I think a bit. What if Laureen likes me?She did ask me if I was gay, but she was probably just curious. But she could also be gay like me. It's highly unprovable, but what if...

I get out of the shower already since I take quick showers. I have the fan on so the mirror is only have fogged. I dry off and comb my hair. I look at my reflection now that it's no longer fogged up. Why do I look like that?