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Author's Note - No, I'm not dead. My computer is, though. Luckily, I managed to save all the important stuff, and while I'm waiting for the new computer to come, I'm using the family's computer, and here I am, posting this story. I Don't Like Mondays got the most votes, actually, but I don't really feel comfortable posting it, considering the events at Virginia Tech, and a similar, smaller incident at my own school a few weeks ago. I don't know if I will post it, but I may.
“Just do it already,” Taylor said, grumbling a little bit. She looked as though she wanted to take the laptop from me and do it herself. Actually, she probably just wanted to take the laptop and break it or something.
“Well, do I put ‘in a relationship’ or ‘it’s complicated’?” I asked her, looking at the choices in the drop-down box. I mean, this was Facebook. All of my friends from high school would see this, and I knew that Portia and Gretchen (my self-proclaimed ‘best friends’) at least, would be curious as to why I hadn’t told them that I was in a relationship. Well, the truth was, they didn’t know about my sexual preferences. They’d always assumed that I was straight, seeing as how, in high school, I’d only ever dated guys – but even then I’d only had two separate boyfriends – one of them for two weeks, the other for almost a year. Then I went off to college, and met Taylor in Western Civilization. I dropped the class after the first day, but Taylor and I had hit it off, and here it was three months later, and we were officially dating.
“It’s not complicated, Emily. I love you, and you love me. I’m your girlfriend and you’re my girlfriend. We’re in a relationship, so just pick that one,” Taylor said, meanwhile curling her hand into my hair. I leaned into her touch.
“Okay,” I said, sighing to myself. I don’t know why I was making this so hard. It was just a website. I was probably the only one who saw this as a big deal. I selected “in a relationship” and clicked submit. Taylor didn’t have a Facebook profile, as she tended to have an aversion to the internet. She liked to tease me about my “addiction” to Facebook – which wasn’t true. It wasn’t like I checked my messages every ten minutes or anything. I just liked keeping in touch with my friends from high school – even though most of them weren’t even that close to me in the first place.
“Okay, now that you’ve got that done, can we play?” she asked, sticking out her bottom lip in an attempt at a pout. God, my girlfriend was gorgeous. She was a redhead, and she kept her hair short and spiked, like a boy’s. She liked to wear boys’ clothes, too – carpenter pants and baggy t-shirts. But then she had five piercings in each ear, and she always had a different set of earrings in them. Today she had stars – one set each of red, blue, pink, green, and a pair with a rainbow pattern. Taylor also had a black barbell in her left eyebrow and a silver ball in her tongue. Needless to say, kissing her was an interesting sensation, but I wasn’t going to complain!
“I suppose so,” I replied, teasing her. She took my hand and dragged me away from my computer desk over onto my bed. We curled up together, kissing and touching. Then I heard that familiar noise that AIM makes when you’ve received an IM and I pulled away. Taylor pouted.
“You know, you don’t have to answer that thing. It’s probably just Portia with nothing to say,” she told me. I had to admit that she was probably right, but I couldn’t just ignore it! What if it was something important?
“But if I don’t respond, she’ll think I’m avoiding her!” I argued. Taylor rolled her eyes and let me go.
“One of these days, I’m going to take that laptop away from you and see how you survive without it,” she grumbled. I knew that she was right – I was too dependent on my computer. I decided not to dwell on that, and I walked back over to my desk and my computer to see what the message was. Taylor had been right – it was Portia.
Porche1988 – EMILY! I didn’t know you were dating anyone! Who’s the lucky guy???
M&Ms4me – Her name is Taylor.
Porche1988 – “Her”?
M&Ms4me – Yes, her.
Porche1988 – I didn’t know you were a lesbian.
M&Ms4me – That’s because I’m not a lesbian. I’m pansexual. Look it up.
Porche1988 – Well, ok. How long have you known her for?
M&Ms4me – Since September, and we’ve been together for like, two months.
Porche1988 – Well how come you waited until now to put it on Facebook? How come you didn’t say anything! I’m your best friend!
M&Ms4me – I don’t know, I didn’t think of it. We haven’t talked a lot lately anyway, so there wasn’t any time.
Porche1988 – Well I want to meet her over winter break!
M&Ms4me – looking forward to it.
Porche1988 – I should go, Drake and Jamie want to hang out and play some poker. Later!
Porche1988 has signed off.
“Was I right? It was Portia, wasn’t it?” Taylor asked, once I’d shut off my computer and rejoined her on the bed. I nodded, wrapping my arms around her waist. She was so nice and soft and warm, and cuddling her was definitely my favorite way to spend time – well, besides fooling around on the internet, of course. Okay, so maybe I had a little problem, but I wasn’t going to think about that – right now I had a girlfriend to cuddle with. We curled up together and, eventually, ended up falling asleep.
“When are you planning on coming home for the winter break?” my mom asked me. Of course, there was still the week of finals left, but I had an entire month off from classes to go home – and go home I would. I’d just called my mom to let her know of my plans… and to possibly broach the topic of the relationship between Taylor and me.
“Well, as soon as I finish my final on Thursday, I was going to head up,” I told her. I heard my brother, Trent, in the background, shouting things like “yeah, kill that sucker!” and I guessed that he was playing his video games. I rolled my eyes. He was one thing that I didn’t miss when I’d left for college. He was a good brother and all, but a little violent and, well, he was ten years old. Does that explain it for you?
“That sounds fine with me,” Mom replied.
“Um, also, Mom, I was wondering…” I began, and I got that nervous feeling again. I knew this was my mother and everything, and that she loved me no matter what, but I was still worried about how she would react to this.
“I had someone that I wanted to bring home with me,” I said. I held my breath.
“Do you mean, like a boyfriend or like a friend?” she asked. I paused.
“I mean… like a girlfriend,” I answered, biting my lip. Oh, please be okay with this. I want you to meet Taylor. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me, and I know you’ll like her.
“A girlfriend?” she asked, “that would be fine with me. What’s her name?” she wanted to know. Her voice did not sound awkward or strained.
“Her name is Taylor. She said that she didn’t really want to go home, because she doesn’t get along with her family very well. I offered to let her stay the whole month, if that’s okay with you,” I told her. There was another pause, and I wished that I could have seen my mother face to face when I was asking her this, just to know what her reaction really was, rather than trying to interpret through her voice.
“That would be wonderful!” she exclaimed, “If this girl is important to you, I would love to meet her. We’d have to clean up the guest room, though,” she mused.
“Well, actually, Taylor and I could share a bed,” I offered, then realized how that sounded, “I don’t mean like that. We’re not having sex or anything like that. We just like sleeping together – as in, actually sleeping,” I explained.
“We’ll have to talk about that when you get here,” Mom said, “Anyway, I’ve got to get your brother to Karate practice. I’ll see you when you get home. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said, and we hung up. Well, now that was solved. I put my cell phone away and turned my computer back on. Taylor was going to be in class for another hour, so she couldn’t come back and bug me about ‘being on the internet all the time’.
I checked my e-mail first, and I had four messages saying that someone had written on my wall on Facebook. So I went over to see what everyone had written. There was a message from Gretchen: “who is this new guy you’re dating? I need details!” The rest of the messages were from other high school friends that I didn’t talk to very much, all wanting to know what this ‘relationship’ that I was in was about. So I wrote back to everyone, saying basically what I’d told Portia – her name was Taylor, I was not a lesbian, and I was pansexual, and so on. I wasn’t really expecting to hear a lot from my ‘friends’ after that. I hadn’t heard anything from Portia since I’d talked to her on AIM about it. She was always away when I was online, or I would send her a “hi”, and she’d say “oh, I have to go do something” and log off. I didn’t want to say that she was avoiding me, but it was a very real possibility. She was a fair-weather kind of friend. She hadn’t really been around for me when my parents were getting a divorce, six years ago, or when my grandmother died. I don’t know why we were still friends. I guess when you’ve known someone that long, it’s hard to let them go.
I was looking forward to going home, though. I wanted my mom and Taylor to meet. They were two of the most important people in my life right now, and I wanted them to get along. Trent would probably be a little bit of an asshole, but once I smacked him a few times, he’d shut up. He was eleven years old, and he was at that stage where everything was “gay”. My mom was trying to get him to stop using that word, but whenever she did, he’d just switch to “that’s so retarded!” which really wasn’t any better. I guess you can’t have two perfect children! (Insert a cute angel face here!).
I spent the next forty-five minutes surfing various websites and not getting much of anything done. When Taylor came back from her class, I was playing games on Neopets. She set her book-bag on the floor and came up next to me.
“Wow, are you really that bored? Don’t you ever do homework?” she asked me, slipping an arm around my shoulder. I shrugged.
“I did it already,” I told her, finishing the game before I turned my computer off, “Oh, I called my mom,” I added. She looked at me, and I stood up so we were level.
“And what did she say?” she asked.
“She said it would be okay if you came,” I said. Taylor smiled and kissed me.
“That’s good to hear,” she replied, “I bet your house will be better than mine,” she added. I decided that I was done with this conversation, and cupped her face with my hands, kissing her. Mm, now this was the way I liked to spend my time.