This is my story. I'm about 1/4 or 1/5 done, so please read and give me some critisismI'm editing it this week and suggestions would be helpful!! Oh, by the way, it involves two lesbians and their lives/relationship, so if you're a homophobe assholeor are uncomfortable with same-sex relationships, don't bother reading this...Oh, and one more thing, some parts are a little un-detailed (like I'll skip an entire afternoon), so yeah...Aaaanywho, have fun! “Why can’t you just let everyone know? It would make this so much easier on both of us!" "Well maybe it’s not everyone’s business! Maybe I don’t want the world knowing every little detail about my life!" "It shouldn’t matter what anyone thinks! Let them think what they want, only you and me matter! What’s so hard about saying the truth?" "Well I do care what people think! They don’t need to know who I love!" "Are you ashamed, Jaime?" Rebecca stood on the grass, each blade tickling her bare feet, and waited for what seemed like an eternity for an answer. Jaime paused momentarily, then tried desperately to change the subject. "Why the hell do you have to act like you’re so perfect, anyway? I mean, you don’t like a lot of things, I don’t force them on you! My God, you put so much pressure on me! Why can’t you fu*king let me have just a tiny shred of privacy? Unlike you, I don’t enjoy getting a whole bunch of attention for being a fu*king LESBIAN!" Jaime shouted. Rebecca stepped back in shock, her mouth open. She felt as though she’ de been slapped. She looked at Jaime, hurt, tears filling her eyes. "Listen, Becka, I’m sorry, it’s just-" Rebecca didn’t want to hear it. She turned around and began to walk away. Jaime had never yelled at her. Not like this, anyway. She was always so patient and kind. Rebecca’s pace quickened and she started to run through the park. She ran until she was on her doorstep. Rebecca opened the door and flew up to her room, where she flung herself onto her bed and began crying into her pillow. She understood that Jaime liked her privacy, but it shouldn’t matter what people think of you. As long as you’re happy, everything’s good, right? Meanwhile, Jaime lay on her bed at home, propped up against a pillow, thinking. She felt so horrible about yelling at Rebecca, and even worse for not chasing after her when she ran away. She picked up the phone and dialed Rebecca’s number, but after four rings, the answering machine picked up. She sighed and put the phone down, then went to the kitchen to sob over a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles and drowned in chocolate sauce. The next day, at school, Rebecca way on her way to her locker to get her chemistry textbook before her next class, and Michael, the weird guy who continuously and endlessly tried to convince her that she was straight, came up to her. "Hey Jaime. Listen, whoever that girl you were dating was, she wasn’t good enough for you. She didn’t deserve you. What you need is a man." He said, slyly. "What I need, dear friend," she snapped impatiently, "is for you to screw off and go to hell. I'm not in the mood for your crap, okay?" "Ooh, pissy mood we’re in, aren’t we? Time of the month I’m guessing?" Rebecca threw him an icey glare and pushed him into the wall. Once at her locker, she noticed it was unlocked. She opened it and saw a red rose with a tiny note saying simply "I’m sorry." Aww, how sweet, she thought. But she caught herself. She wouldn’t fall for it. She crumpled up the note and threw the rose in the garbage, then quickly grabbed her textbook and continued on her way to class. Mr. Fraser was in the middle of explaining the word equation for Barium Sulphate, when the principle’s voice came on the intercom. "All grade eleven classes to the auditorium for assembly. Grade eleven homeroom teachers please bring your classes down." The class scurried out the door, happy to avoid another long class of writing notes. *This part of the story is temporarily unavailable due to serious editing. Basically, they make up, but I gotta figure out a way for them to do it at assembly * The rest of the week crawled by so slowly, Rebecca felt like ripping her hair out. But Friday finally hit, and it was going to rock. The school dance was at ten that night. Jaime drove by Rebecca's at around nine thirty, and smiled when Becka stepped out onto her porch. She was wearing baggy black jeans and a very low-cut red tank top, with some black platform sandals and a jean jacket. Becka smiled in return as she climbed into the car and closed the door. About ten minutes later, the girls walked into the gymnasium, looking around at all the lights and decorations that shook from the vibrations of the music. Immediately, they walked over to a group of friends and started. Cassie smiled happily. "I'm so happy for you two! How long have you been dating?" she asked curiously, practically having to scream over the music. "One year and 9 months in three weeks!" Replied Becka proudly. Jaime nodded and slipped her arm around her girlfriend's waist. They danced as a group for a while longer. Then "True", and old 70’s classic, came on the speakers, and Rebecca took Jaime's hand. "I love this song!" she exclaimed. Rebecca put her arms around Jaime's hips and rested her head on Jaime's shoulder, leaning into her. "Thank you." Rebecca whispered into her ear. "For what?" "For what you did in assembly. That was really brave of you." *A comment about the part of the story I didn't finish editing, by the way* Becka smiled as Jaime moved her hands onto her girlfriend's hips. She felt so safe in Jaime's arms. Like nothing could ever go wrong. With their bodies pressed so gently together, she wanted the song to never end.