“Are you sure your parents aren’t here?”
“Yes, okay? Why does it even matter?”
“Georgia, I told you, I’m not ready.”
She sighed. “Fine. Let’s just watch tv.”
As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I realized her mom was there… crap.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” Georgia asked.
“My meeting let out early. Who’s this?”
Georgia gestured toward me. “Uh, she’s…”
I was absolutely freaked out because I had no idea what she’d say, so I said quickly, “I… I’m her friend.”
“Ok.” Her mom said. “I’m just going to be cooking dinner.”
“We’re going back up.” Georgia pulled me up the stairs. “Am I not good enough for you?”
“No, of course not!”
“I came out so I could be me, Addie. I want to tell everyone you’re my girlfriend, I want to hold your hand when we walk down the street, I want to take you out on a date.”
“What are you saying?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what she meant.
“Wait, please!” A million thoughts were running through my head, but I focused on one. The one that said not to let her leave. I didn’t want to lose my girlfriend.
She stepped back. “Addie, I’m sorry. I really am.”
It’s not my fault… it’s not. I know that. But if I believed that, I wouldn’t be here right now. I wouldn’t be crying over the end of my first relationship. Over the first girl I’d even kissed. Over the first person I ever loved.
The worst part is I can’t tell anyone about it. I cried myself to sleep that night. Quietly as possible.