Girl. Love. Girl.

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INTRO-

Hi. I'm Taylor Brianne Morris and I'm a senior at Calvin High School.

I have three very close friends: Kyle, Bette, and Nicole. I live with

my mom who is a Doctor in another city so needless to say, she’s

rarely home. I have one sister, Jamie. She's away at college so I'm

basically an only child right now. But I can't complain, I kinda like

it. I’m tall, I have shoulder length brown hair, light brown eyes,

and fairly tan skin. I work at a gym so I try to keep as fit as

possible. From an outsiders' prospective I might seem like the typical

teenage girl...but the whole reason as to why I am writing this story

is to tell people all about my experiences with this one girl...Mya

Marie Mitchell. Oh God was she beautiful! She had long dark brown hair

and dark brown eyes that would shine wherever she was. She was average

height for a 17 year old chick and was pretty thin. Her smile could

melt an ice cube and she could work her charm on anyone...even Marilyn

Manson! Haha. Basically, I am madly in love with her. I have been for

the past two years when she moved in next door to me. Ever since then

whenever I see her I go all googly eyed and can’t talk right…it’s

actually kind of pathetic. But whatever.



**********



I start off my day by waking up at 6:30am to shower, dress, eat, and

rush out the door. Only it’s now 6:45am and I am just barely waking

up.



“Shit! I’m gonna be late!” I say to myself as I rush to the

bathroom, ripping off my clothes. After I take the worlds shortest

shower, I go into my closet and get something to wear; a simple white

long sleeve shirt, faded jeans, and my chucks. As I gather up my books

and bag, I snatch an apple from the fridge and eat as a lame excuse

for breakfast.



It’s now 7:25am and as I finish up the last bit of apple, I grab my

keys and head for my car. I loved my car; it was a 1975 black ford

mustang with tan leather and it ran like new. It was my baby. As I

went to unlock the door, I heard someone call out my name. It sounded

like a girl, but who…oh my God, it was Mya!



“Hey Taylor, do you mind giving me a ride to school today? My mom

already left, and my car won't start.” Mya Mitchell is so hot. For a

second I just stare into her eyes and think about everything I have

ever said to her…which wasn’t much, so you can imagine the shock

I'm in. But I can’t deny her anything.



“Yeah sure, hop in.” I say.



As I unlock the doors she rushes over to the passenger side and says,

“Thanks!”



While we drive off, I notice her look around my car with a smile on

her face. “This is a really nice car. What year is it?” She asks

with a curiously adorable look on her face that gives me goosebumps.



“1975, fully restored. I just got a new sound system in it. Do you

like Bush?” I say, thinking she is fully knowledgeable as to what I'm

asking.



“Uh, what? What’s Bush?” She asks with a questioning face. I

can’t help but laugh at her innocent naivety.



“Here,” I say reaching for the play button, “this is Bush.” As

the song Mouth plays, I see her bob her head then close her eyes. She

gets this seductively sly grin on her face. All I can do is stare,

which causes me to not notice that I have been stopped at a sign for

about a minute now. Thankfully, no one was behind me.



As I start to drive again, Mya turns to me and says in one of the

sexiest voices I have ever heard, “This is really cool. Think you

could make me a copy?”



All I can do is smile and nod. ‘Man!’ I say to myself, ‘This girl

is so hot!’



******



In my opinion, we arrived at school way too quickly. While I was

pulling up to my usual spot, Mya touches my hand and smiles saying,

“Thanks for the ride, Taylor.” Again, all I could do was smile and

nod.



We get out of the car and walk away from each other. I spot my buddy

Kyle. As I'm walking up to him, I notice him smiling at me.



“What’s up? Is there something wrong with you?” I say jokingly to

my friend.



“Did I just see Mya Mitchell get out of your car?” A grin now

forming on his face. Kyle was my best friend. He had been ever since

kindergarten. He had spiky black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a

pretty tall guy with very light skin.



“As a matter of fact, you did. She asked me for a ride this morning,

so I gave her one…I so love her!” I say, not even bothering to hide

my excitement.



“Don’t I know that. So, anything happen?” Stupid Kyle, what could

possible happen in five minutes of driving? I swear, he was a total

perv.



“No, gees. What do you think? We screwed in the car?” As the image

of me and Mya going at it in the backseat comes across my head, I stop

and smile. Much to my dismay, Kyle notices and smiles too.



“Seems I'm not the only one thinking that.” He laughs at my now

redden cheeks as I punch his arm.



“Shut up. Oh hey, there’s Bette and Nicole.” Bette and Nicole

were always found together. Kyle and I became friends with them in

junior high. I kept them at a distance though. Kyle knew about my

sexual preference. But not Bette and Nicole. Don’t get me wrong,

they’re good friends and all, it’s just I am not sure what they’d

think about me being a lesbian. Kyle on the other hand...well he’s

like a brother to me so I can pretty much tell him anything and he

wouldn’t judge me for a second.



“Hey guys. What's up?” Nicole asks with a smile on her face. Nicole

was a short girl with curly blond hair and green eyes. She was the

“funny” one in our group, Kyle was the “protector," Bette was the

“brains,” and I was the “looker”...or at least that's what they

said. Gotta love them high school stereotypes.



“Ah nothing, just talking about how Kyle is a spaz!” I say laughing

as he teasingly pushes me against Bette.



“Hey now, I want no part of your madness!” Bette says laughing.

Bette was taller than Nicole, but shorter than me. She had short brown

hair, light green eyes, and wore glasses.



“So,” Kyle says, “any of you do your math homework?”



“No.” Me and Nicole say in unison, and then laugh at it.



“Well, I did.” Bette says with a smile on her face.



“Uh, can I see if for a sec?” Kyle says eying Bette’s bag.



“Ugh, fine…I take it you and Taylor want it too?” Bette says with

a raise of her eyebrows. Me and Nicole just smile and nod. “Fine, you

guys can copy during lunch.”



The bell rings signaling first period, and we scatter. I have first

period with Kyle…and Mya. ‘Great way to start the day!’ I say in

my head.



“Come on. Let’s go see your girlfriend.” Kyle teases.



“Kyle shut up! Someone might hear you.” Man, he can be kinda

clueless sometimes. But he just laughs and wraps his arm around my

shoulder as we walk to class.



We stroll into the art classroom and I see Mya sitting at a table,

laughing with her friends. Kyle laughs when he sees me staring and

pulls my hand to go sit down...next to her. The second I realize his

evil plan, I start to panic.



"Kyle, NO!" I say trying not to let Mya hear me.



"Yes Taylor! I wanna see some action." Kyle laughs as he effortlessly

pulls me closer to the chair next to Mya and her friends.



As I am pushed into the chair, a loud "thud" is made and Mya turns

around to see me.



She just smiles and winks, then says, "Hi Kyle. Hey Taylor."



Me and Kyle both wave and turn around and get to work in our books.

'Ugh, I am going to kill Kyle!...but at least I am sitting next to Mya!'