as the world turns

That night, I couldn't get beautiful Cho out of my head, or my dreams. Cho was my own personal stripped, grinding on me with his plump ass and letting me feel up his breasts and cock. I woke up to sticky sheets. If I didn't make any leeway with Cho I was going to explode. Probably literally.

I met Cho the next day on the bus, we shared a seat like usual, only it was more awkward. Cho still looked beautiful even in his normal clothes. I wasn't gay, Cho didn't currently look like a girl, so why-Cho rested his head on my shoulder. Maybe it didn't exactly matter right now. Was he wearing perfume? I wanted to put my arms around him and kiss him. I settled for holding his hand. Cho smiled and we began a normal conversation but continued holding hands. What did it all mean?

When we arrived at school we let go and walked to our lockers. I couldn't stop thinking about Cho as I got my books, while I sat in class behind him, while I was in class without him, when we met up again for science, or when we went to lunch. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and pulled Cho into the bathroom, checking to be sure it was clear before I spoke. "Cho. What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're acting different."

"Oh."

"No, not like that, I just...are you okay?"

"I am." he smiled, "I just...I had a great time last night." He blushed.

For a moment I forgot about the weirdness of it all and smiled, "Me too."

"John..."

My mouth ran dry, "What?"

"...forget it." Cho turned to the door and I felt like my heart was being crushed in a vice!

"D-Do you want to come over after school?" Coward.

"Sure, I still have to return your mom's dress." Cho left and there I was, all alone in the bathroom, thinking about kissing my best friend and oh so much more.

I didn't see Cho the rest of the day. He wasn't even on the bus on the way home. What did I do? Did he want me to do something? I didn't want to ruin our friendship and...was he gay? Did I break my best friend's heart?

I got off at our usual stop and walked to Cho's house. I knocked on the door and rang the bell for several minutes before giving up, if he was home he wasn't talking to me. I walked back to my house and found a box at my door. Inside was the skater dress I had given him. "I can't fucking believe this." I slammed my head against the door. I had a shot and I blew it, blew it so bad he won't ever even speak to me again! I opened my door hoping I could do what any heartbroken guy did, get blind stinking drunk.

I sat alone in my room for hours with my miserable glass of vodka and Gatorade, staring at the dress, getting more and more miserable as time went on. I finished my glass and stumbled back to the kitchen for a refill when the doorbell rang. Not knowing what else to do I opened the door. At the door was a beautiful Chinese girl. She wore a pink top, black skirt, and pink heels with her long black hair tied back into a ponytail. She walked in without asking and strutted like a model on the catwalk, she even stopped in the center of the room, posed, and walked back towards me. Finally, she stopped a few inches from me, her heels made her eye level with me. I noticed for the first time her impeccable makeup, her face was a mix of sultry yet playful. "Who are you?"

"How soon you forget. And you were so sweet last night." What? That voice.

"Cho?" I dropped the box in astonishment. I knew Cho was beautiful but this? "You're gorgeous!" Cho continued to glare at me. "Where did you get all this stuff?"

"I got a lift to the mall and did a little shopping." She turned 360 for me to take it all in. And God did I ever. "You like?"

"Cho, you're beautiful."

He flicked his long hair back, "Tell me something I don't know."

"You...you got boobs."

"Padded bra." She giggled and grabbed her chest.

"You look...gorgeous." This time I didn't hesitate, I kissed Cho, running one hand up the back of her shirt while the other cupped her ass. "Again our conversation didn't last long as I took her into my room. I wasn't going to wait anymore, I was going to ravish her. Or I tried to.

"John. Are you drunk?" Cho may have been artificially the same height as me but she was still tiny.

"Not hardly." I closed the door behind us and resumed kissing her sweet, beautiful lips. We fell back onto my bed but never stopped kissing as my tongue fought against her's. I really wish my head were clearer and I had remembered the time.

My mom knocked on the door, giving me precious few seconds to fling myself off of Cho and into the floor. I may have been a little drunk. Looking up from the floor I saw my mother look between me and the beautiful girl on my bed. "Dinner's in ten minutes." She walked away leaving the door open.

"Well, that's going to be fun to explain." Cho sat up, crossing her legs in a feminine manner. "We need to talk."

"Uhoh. Even I know that's bad." I struggled to stand, thinking how cool I must look in front of Cho. Which, until yesterday was not something I concerned myself with.

"I don't think it's bad. But maybe it'd help to clear some things up."

I managed to get myself to the bed and sit next to Cho. "Lay it on me, pretty lady."

Cho sighed and walked out of the room, I heard the sink run for a few seconds before she returned carrying a plastic cup I usually kept my toothbrush and toothpaste in. "John, why did you get drunk?" She was definitely annoyed by the tone in her voice as she **** me to chug the little plastic cup.

"I don't remember," I said through gasps as she repeated the same cycle as before with more water.

"Liar." She **** another cup down my throat.

"I got so drunk I forgot." I laughed.

"Sure, it had nothing to do with me?" Cho brought back a third cup.

"So?"

"So, why?"

"I thought...I thought I hurt you earlier." She brought a fourth cup, "Please no more. I'm gonna pop."

She set the cup on my nightstand and sat next to me again. "Why did you think that?"

"...Why did you come over?"

She smirked, "You first."

"I thought you wanted me to ask you something and I chickened out."

"Why did you chicken out?"

"I thought if I was wrong...I would lose you. And then I thought I did because you looked so hurt and you weren't on the bus or at your house."

She frowned and handed me the blasted fourth cup, which I drank slowly. "I was. I kinda froze up because...I thought about a lot of things from last night and I think...I'm pretty sure I know how they made me feel."

"And?"

"I liked them....not just the acts...who I was with."

"Well yeah, we're friends."

"No, it was more than that. You never treated me this way, even if you leave out the making out. Why didn't you?"

I shrugged, "Did you always feel this way?"

"...No. It was kinda very recent."

"Maybe I noticed something about you."

"But not about Cho?"

I gently cupped her face, "About you. Inside."

"If I never dress like this again you'll still like me?"

"Yes." I liked to think so at least but a part of me worried I wouldn't. I still don't think I'm gay, but ....maybe not so straight at least. "I'll make this simple." I missed my chance before, never again. "Cho, would you like to go on a date with me?"

Her eyes lit up and I couldn't help but smile. "I...I want to, but if we don-"

"No, no buts, no what if, no what about. It's yes or no. I want to be with you, as more than my friend. Do you want to go out with me and...and see where our feelings lead us?" Was I sweating? I feel like I'm sweating.