Michelle misinterprets you

"Just..." You pause and look at her, thinking for a minute. Michelle does know you better than anyone. You know you can't tell her everything, but if you leave your explanation vague enough she might be able to offer you some advice or comfort or support or whatever. Plus, shit got really heavy in the past couple of hours and you seriously need to get some of it off of your chest.

"Can I talk to you in private?" You finally finish.

"Sure." She answers without hesitation.

Jessica's parents are really 'well-off' and so their house is actually quite large. There are three full floors, with party and games room, as well as a guest bedroom, in the basement. The main floor has the kitchen, dining, and family rooms; and then there are three bedrooms and a study upstairs. In the backyard there is a patio, large pool and hot-tub; and the back fence has a gate that leads to a public park. Judging by the amount of traffic that was coming up from downstairs, as well as the backyard, it's easy to tell that you aren't going to get much privacy from those places, or the main floor; so you head upstairs instead. As you and Michelle pass the upstairs washroom you see Michael, Jessica's twin brother, come out of his room.

Mike is a tower of a man, a lot closer to the seven foot mark than he is to the six foot one. He's slender, but muscular, and extremely athletic. He's on the high school basketball team and, if you were honest, the team's best player. He's also kind of a geek, into comic books, fantasy stories, and science fiction; but he's also a really cool and friendly guy. Truthfully, the only bad thing you ever heard anyone say about him was when a bigot called him the "N-word".

That guy wasn't invited to the party.

"Whoa guys." Mike says to you holding up his hands and though to stop you. "Party's downstairs."

You grimace, "Yeah, I just... I need to talk to Michelle in private."

Mike looks at you, then at Michelle and then back to you. He looks like he's mulling over something before he says, "Well... I guess you two can talk in my room, but I'll be back up to check on you in a little bit."

"Thanks Mike!" Michelle says with a drunken wink.

Michael chuckles and shakes his head before letting you past. You open the door to his room and you hear him call back to you, "Oh! And no hanky-panky!"

"Uh... okay." You call back and then think, 'Who the hell says hanky-panky?' Before you shut the door and turn back to Michelle.

She's hopped up onto Michael's bed and pats the spot beside her. "So," she asks, "what's up?"

You plop down next to her and scratch your head wondering how you're going to start. "Well..." you begin, "it's about a girl." You wait for her to respond to that, but when she doesn't you continue. "I've known her all my life, we're super close, and a while ago I started... having feelings for her."

"Okay." She says and seems to become more interested.

"The thing is, I've never done anything about it. I've wanted her for as long as I can remember, but it's something that I've always known can never happen."

"Why not?"

"BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING FUCKED UP!" You cry and slump your head into your hands. "I've grown up with this woman in my life and as close as we are she's always been completely unavailable. You know, off limits. And I'm afraid that I've done something recently that's just going to totally fuck me over."

Michelle reaches over and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "Hey... It's okay. You haven't done anything to fuck it up. I'm pretty sure she feels the same way. She's just been too scared to admit it too."

You shake your head against her shoulder and whisper. "I wish she'd give me a sign so that I'd know how she feels."

A moment later, Michelle kisses you.