STATIC (LGBT)

Chapter 12.1

I looked back at him as he smiled and disappeared into the corridor closing the door behind him.

Talkative?

Me? Talkative?

…

Probably. But that was just out of necessity! I mean, how the heck was I supposed to survive with Zoë around if I didn’t obey what she told me to do? It was far less annoying if I just went along with it than oppose it. I figured that out sometime a month ago… Because of that, I HAVE done many other things that I’d usually didn’t do. From parties to talking to a classmate to kissing people… to thinking about my sexuality…

Which that reminded me of… What had Zoë meant earlier today when she said “A little bit… but of her.” when I had asked her whether she was jealous I had been speaking to Heather? It was still confusing me because I found no reason why SHE should be jealous of HER. Nope… didn’t see one. Only if she was jealous of me kissing her… but she didn’t know that so I’ve given up on that option now.

Though the wonder still stayed in my head… and on the tiny vibrations that made the hand she grabbed shake.

…

Frustrating…

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ALEX

COME THROUGH THE BACK DOOR

So at some point while I put the flowing red dress on which covered only one of my shoulders, I had looked out the window and seen the little piece of paper Zoë had pasted onto her window. There must’ve been a reason I had to do that and because I knew there was I was right now walking along Zoë’s side of the hedge that divided our houses… and it was freezing like hell! Or at least an Antarctica version of a hell I don’t believe in. 

I don't know why I do what this girl says...

I came out into a well treated garden for this cold season and saw how the lights of Zoë’s house were bright on in the first floor. I walked down along the perpendicular wall and got to the door which connected to the kitchen. I looked inside the glass and watched how Zoë was talking to a tall and graceful looking woman in a black dress. She was probably taller than either me or Zoë despite the subtle heels she, and we, were wearing.

I knocked twice and both of them turned to me. For a while, as Zoë approached the door, I stared at the woman who had blue eyes just like Zoë’s and the same pink lips. Obviously, this was her mother… They were almost identical to each other I must say only that Zoë had inherited a much wider and mischievous looking smile from her dad plus a skin tone somewhere between the white shade of her mom’s and the olive skin of her dad’s.

Needless to say, Zoë’s mom was incredibly pretty.

“Hey!” Zoë said to me smiling from ear to ear in the way she only did to me. “Looking nice, Alex. I knew that dress would look great on you.”

“Then why give me the others?” I asked as I rubbed my arms to bring back some warmth.

Zoë  grinned, “Cuz those would also look good on you. Anyway, here’s my mom by the way. Finally gets to meet you.”

This Christmas party wasn’t THAT formal so Zoë was wearing a short black dress a few inches above her knee. It was hard to me to pull my eyes away from the v-shaped cut at her back since I’d never really SEEN her back… wow… it looked incredibly soft.

I blinked hard quickly and willed my vision to move towards Zoë’s mom. She looked at me for a moment, almost as if doing an inspection on me (something her daughter has done before) and smiled slightly.