A/N: I had this running through my head last night, and after a friend showed me her monologue, I sat down and wrote it. Comments would be grately appreciated. I know it's short, but meh, didn't want to make it longer because that might've ruined the authenticness. Homophobic comments may result in slight loss of head and/or vital organs. Enjoy. Again, review, even if it's only 4 words. I'm a feedback junkie.

Coming Out: A Monologue

MONOLOGUE for a teenage girl.

A GIRL, somewhere between 13 and 16, is on a sleepover with her best friend (also a girl). She is sitting cross-legged on a sleeping bag, center. She is wearing pajamas, preferably with a cutesy design. She speaks to her friend, out where the audience is.

GIRL: Yeah, well, I’m not that into guys yet. I guess I’ve just got to wait for my hormones to kick in. (Beat.) Actually… Okay, fine, I’ve got a crush on someone. At least, I think it’s a crush. It’s not like there’s a voice in my head saying “It’s love!” and I hear a chorus of angels in the background. But… It’s the kind of thing where, when they walk into a room… the whole place just lights up, you know? And you just want to be around them, and you’d do anything to see them smile. And… well, the person happens to be… A girl. (Hurriedly) I mean, like I said, I’m not sure what it is. I don’t know if I really like her, because I haven’t had much to compare it to, you know? If it really is a crush? I might just really, really like her as a friend, and I… (Breath.) I just wanted to tell you. And I really don’t want this to change anything. It really doesn’t make a difference. I mean, I don’t like you, I just like…. girls. But, it’s not really any different from being friends with a guy. (Beat.) Is it? (Pause.) Look, I really don’t want this to change things between us. It’s not like I’m going to try to grope you if you hug me. I… You’re my friend. You’re my best friend, and I really don’t want to lose you over something like this. I’m really glad I finally told someo—you. I don’t like keeping secrets from you, I was just so… afraid, I guess, that you’d take it badly. That you’d be scared to touch me, that you’d watch me out of the corner of your eye to see if I was staring. And I wouldn’t be able to stand that. (Beat.) I just… Please, don’t let this make things any different. Okay? (She looks up hopefully. Blackout.)