I stood watching the path from her house into the park. Waiting for her to come meet me. She had called me earlier today with panic in her voice and told me to meet her here. This is where we used hang out when we were kids. It was a gray worn bench surrounded by daffodils, our favrite flowers. Sarah had been the first person i had come out to. she had th ebest reaction in the world. She hugged me tight and whispered in my ear "I don't care. You know I will always be there for you." her words warmed me just thinking of them. And she always was there. She was there when I told my parents and she was there when they kicked me out.. That was over a year ago and now I was living with my cousin down the street. I sat on the stone bench looking down at the ant hill by my feet. They were so busy that they hardly noticed me. Sarah cast her shadow around me when she arrived. Sarah had walked up on me so quietly I hadn't heard her.. she sat down next to me silently and rested her head on my shoulder. We watched bees come and go from the bright yellow Daffodils. she exhailed loudly and truned to face me. I could see pain in he reyes. Oh how i hated to see her upset. It plunged ice cold daggers in my heart.
"I think I might be a lesbian, Carrie." She said in a frantic hushed voice. It was my turn to exhail loudly. I thought she was pregnant. Being a lesbian is hardly the worst thing that could happen.
"Well that's hardly a trajedy, Sarah" i said wrapping my arms around her, trying to sooth her nerves.
"i know, it' sjust that what am i gonna do...my parents"she said on the verge of tears. sarah parents had been expecting her to get married an dproduce children since she was twelve. I agreed that they might not be that happy about it but they certainly were alot more understanding than my parents.
"Well first what makes you think that your les?" I asked truly curious. She pulled away from my embrace and looked at me puzzled. I waited for her to answer. She sat there biting her lower lip like she always did when she thought really hard. She stared at the Daffodils and the turned to face me. Our eyes met beifly before she leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and a rush of excitment coursed through me. We shared our first of many kisses there, with no one watching or knowing. Our only witness to our love was the Daffodils.