Chapter 12
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Chapter 12I was lounging on my bed reading when Anne arrived after the break. I made a point of wearing my new outfit - I wanted Anne to see it. I had used a little of my earnings at the garage to go shopping at a second hand clothing store, and I managed to find a long flowing skirt and a peasant blouse that looked reasonably good. I thought so anyway.
Anne was duly impressed. I got up to show off my new clothes, and then she gave me a big hug and said, “Well, look at you! You look really nice.”
I beamed at her approval and said, “Thanks. I was hoping you would like it.”
We caught each other up on the holidays as Anne unpacked, and then talked a little about the upcoming semester. We had planned our schedules to have more classes together, including the second half of OChem and a comparative religion class that fulfilled one of the elective track requirements.
The moment we had before finals was still there, in the background, but it wasn’t awkward like it had been that night. Anne didn’t seem interested in bringing it up. I don’t think she knew that I had responded to the moment like she had. Maybe she was embarrassed or ashamed at letting me see her get turned on. Maybe she was afraid I’d be upset about how she felt about me. There’s a big difference between just knowing your roommate is a lesbian and having her actually interested in you, as I was discovering. I don’t really know what her motivation was, but I could tell she just wanted to pretend it never happened.
But I couldn’t do that. Anne had affected me in that moment in a way that I had never experienced before, and I had to find out where it was going to go. I just had no idea how to do that. I was shy enough that I had never seriously talked to a boy I liked. How in the world was I going to talk to a girl I liked, even if that girl was Anne? It was going to take more courage than I thought I had in me, but I had to find a way to do it.
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