"Fools ignore complexity. Pragmatists suffer it. Some can avoid it. Geniuses remove it." - Alan Perlis
“You have to admit that was hilarious, Harriet,” I say.
“Maybe for you,” Harriet mutters angrily. “It freaked me out.”
“The look on your face was priceless.”
“Did you get a picture?”
“Lucy, Zeke and I recorded it.”
“Hell,” Harriet groans, covering her face. “I was being sarcastic.”
“I know, love.”
I kiss her throat and she pulls away from me. She stares at me for a minute before crashing her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her neck and tug on her long curls, causing her to moan. I smirk and pull away. She whimpers in protest and tries to pull me back. I untangle myself from her and he sighs.
“Are you playing with me?” Harriet asks.
“I love you, Harriet Smithe,” I reply.
“I love you too, Layne Thompson.”
When I saw the look that Nick gave Clara, I knew that I had no chance to win him over. He loved her and, by the look she gave him, Clara liked him. I knew that I had to let him go, and I knew I would let him go. Lucy touches my shoulder, breaking me out of my thoughts, and I look at her. She loves me, I’m sure of it, and I love her, she doesn’t know it yet.
“You alright, Zeke?” Lucy asks, concern covering her face.
“I’m confused,” I admit, closing my eyes.
“I love Nick, but he loves Clara.”
“Is that all?”
“You’re taken too, Lucy.”
“Daniel and I broke up a year ago, Zeke.”
“You didn’t tell anyone.”
“I never loved him, Zeke. I love you.”
I kiss her and she immediately kisses me back. Her fingers tangle in my hair and I wrap my arms around her small waist, pulling her closer. My hands move under her shirt and she shivers at the contact. Someone clears their throat and Lucy and I jump apart. Harriet’s step-mum is standing in the doorway, and she looks uncomfortable.
“Harriet and Layne!” Lissa exclaims.
I turn around in time to see Harriet and Layne making out. At Lissa’s shout they reluctantly pull apart, and I can see that their lips are swollen. Reality hits them and they face Lis, horror and fear covering their faces.
“Are you four drunk or is this really happening?” Lissa asks, her voice seeming far away.
“I think you know, Lissa,” Harriet says.
“You’re not drunk.”
“We’re not drunk,” Lucy assures her.
“Are you alright?” I ask, fear tainting my voice.
“Yes, I am alright,” Lissa explains. “This is just a shock.”
“Mum?” Clara asks. “Are you alright?”
“She’s in shock, Clara,” Nick says.
“Go lay down, Lissa,” Layne suggests, a kind smile on his face. “You need to rest.”
“Yeah,” Lissa says. “See you later, kids.”
Lissa disappears into her room and closes the door. Everyone sighs in relief and happiness flows through me. Lissa accepts us. That’s one down, four to go. We just need to figure out when and how we are going to tell them that we are either gay or bi.
“Mum wants me home,” Lucy says, shoving her phone into her backpack.
Lucy kisses me goodbye and gives everyone else a hug goodbye. My phone vibrates and I check it. Mum. Mum wants me to come home too. I wave goodbye to everyone and follow Lucy out. I get in her car and she drives us home.