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Chapter 1: The realization
Clare devlin was known for being rational and pratical(at least on her own and when the rest of the girls would let her be) she was also very intelligent and as,in her own words, the most clever of the gang, she would most probably be the perfect choice to be in a desert island with. However, Clare was not happy with her emotions and her feelings, she was just not good with them. That's the main reason why she is speechless when erin, her best friend, says the following words, putting Clare's world upside down
"I think you are missing a good catch that is right in front of you"
Happiness? Chance? What the hell was erin trying to say? As far as she is concerned, she is not dating nor into someone at the moment. Her last move was going to the 50's prom with Mae, which was a total disaster. Erin said that her perfect lass was in front of her, was she taking about her? Erin was gay? Was it possible? What about james? Wasn't she into him? At least that's what Erin told her two days before.Was she talking about someone else? James? No way, she is a lesbian, lesbian clare, she needed to catch herself on! Orla? She and Orla? It wouldn't be possibe, she is dating a fella from the north.If it's not Erin, James or Orla, who was it?
Clare's eyes go back to Erin who is still wating for her to aswer properly, she gives her "the look" rising her eyebrows trying to send a message, unfortunately the short girl is clueless.
The little girl looks around her room trying to find her answer, stopping her eyes in a picture of the gang for a moment, there it were, all of them, the people she had met from her entire life, the ones she could trust to be herself. Erin, who was like her sister, James, who would listen to her even when the rest is not even paying attention to any of her speechs,Orla who is always there for her and finally...Michelle, the jing for her jang, her complete opposite, her rival, her frenemie, her best friend, amazingly.As she looked at the picture she noticed how someone from the gang was acting a little not like herself to be honest. The one who Claire never thought would question about. Michelle has been very different to Claire in the last couple of days, looking at her in the eye, sitting with her in the bus, and even agreeing with her plans more than usual.
Claire opened her eyes in shock when a crazy realization crossed her head.
Was Erin talking about Michelle? Was Michelle her catch? Her lass? Was it even possible? Now the short girl was even more in confusion if that was possible. If Erin was referring to Michelle, her friend Michelle, she was most probably on drugs or something similar. Why on earth would her best friend suggest something like that? Michelle and her? Michelle? the girl who likes to kiss protestants and talk about heterosexual sex all the time? No way, Erin was mental, for sure!
"What? Who?"
Is the only thing Claire can ask to her best friend sitting on the bed next to her.There are no words to express her doubts right now.Erin gives the girl a little smile saying something even more crazy than before.
"Are you blind? She is very obvious"
She? Obvious? Who the hell was she talking about? It couldn't be Michelle, could it?
"Do I know her?"
Asks the girl still going through a mental mess which seemed to be endless.The girl in front of her nod her head and gave her even a bigger smile whispering to her ear.
"She is coming"
Says Erin with a complicity smile while looking to the bedroom door, Claire follows her eyes and laughs nervously until she hears a voice that makes her heart beat fastly.
"Hello morherfukers!"