Going to the theater

It is Friday and I am about to go out on my first date with the spunky Isabella. I should be so excited that I should be doing cartwheels even though I don't know how to do them. I should be so happy that I should be singing to the world, but I am not. Okay, I am happy since the brunette storm front has dumped Chad and is now dating me, but what I really am is nervous.

The main reason that I am nervous is not that I am going out with our sexy tempest Isabella even though the prospect of dating Isabella makes me a little nervous. What if I can't keep up with her? I mean I am a timid girl with brown hair and Isabella is a complete spitfire. Isabella has always gotten me to soar to new heights and she has gotten to do things that I have never thought that I would do. Isabella has made me less shy and she has taught me so much about myself. I realize that I simply have to have this girl in my life.

Even though I am nervous about keeping up with Isabella, the main reason that I am nervous is that my parents will be visiting me tomorrow. I know that I have always had a loving relationship with my parents, but I am nervous about them finding out about my new life. What if they can't except me going out with a girl after I come out to them. I know that a lot of parents get very angry if their child tries to date a person of the same sex. I think about all of the reasons why I am nervous while examining myself in the mirror and wondering if I should change out of my yellow sun dress. My agitated thoughts are interrupted by someone knocking on my door which makes me jump. I know that my visitor is Isabella because it is time for us to catch a bus that will take us to the movie theater. I grab my purse and open the door to start my date.

"Hiya, hottie!" Isabella greets me with a smoking smile that would make me blush on any other day. "I like your dress."

"Thanks," I mutter with very little emotion.

My date and I walk to the bus stop that is only about a block from Latin House and wait ten minutes for the bus to come and pick us up. I barely even notice that the bus is almost all white except for a blue stripe down the middle. Isabella takes a window seat in the middle of the bus and I sit next to her. I know that I should be so excited to be on my first date with my smoldering Latina friend. I would be flying to the moon if I wasn't worried about my parents making the long trip to visit me and all of my friends tomorrow. I keep imagining my parents saying all of the worst possible things to me once they find out that I am dating a girl. I just hope that I have a home when all this is over. My musings are soon interrupted when a certain very special someone starts rubbing my left arm.

"Is something wrong, Anne?" Isabella asks me with a look of deep concern on her face. "Are you sick?"

"No, I'm just..." I start to speak and just stop because of all of the thoughts weighting down on my mind.

"If you don't tell me what's wrong right now, I am going to tickle you!" Isabella threatened with such an intense look on her face.

"My parents are coming by tomorrow for a visit," I said because I knew that Isabella never makes threats that she does not intend to follow through on.

"What's wrong with that?" Isabella wondered with a confused look on her face. "They are nice people. They were nothing but nice to me when you brought me home for Christmas break."

"It's just that..." At first, I have trouble explaining my problem, but I know that I had better continue if I don't want the Latina babe to tickle me right here on the bus which would be so humiliating. I know that the spunky girl next to me would not hesitate to carry out her threat because of the tickle war we had over Christmas break. "I know that I am going to have to tell them about us even though we aren't serious or anything yet."

"Are you afraid of how they are going to react?" Isabella asked with a knowing look on her face. I wonder if this girl can read my mind.

"Well... yes," I choked out. "I have absolutely no idea how they will react since I have never been attracted to a woman before."

"Look, Anne," Isabella said in a soothing voice while holding both of my hands in her hands. "My somewhat different lifestyle has caused me to butt heads with a few angry parents so I know that your parents just are not the type."

"How can you be sure?" I had to know.

"Because you brought me home for Christmas break," Isabella explained.

"But we were just friends then," I interrupted.

"That would not have mattered to a prejudiced parent," Isabella went on. " A prejudiced parent would have assumed the worst when you brought a girl home. A parent like that would have demanded why you didn't bring a boy home. If your parents were that way, they probably would have kicked me out of the house, but they didn't. They welcomed me into their house and treated me like I belonged there."

"I think you are right," I responded while starting to relax a little.

"Do you feel better?" Isabella wondered.

"Yeah, I do," I said with a grateful smile.

"I am happy that I could help," Isabella replied while squeezing my shoulder.

"We help each other," I said while my eyes beamed and my smile extended to almost painful depths.

"You sure helped me when I was tempted to cheat on my first final. You broke through my nerves and convinced me to study with you. I have always been grateful to you for that." I let Isabella's glowing adoration wash over to me as she gently played with my hair. Both her words and her touches made me feel so alive. I felt so alive that I didn't notice that we had arrived at the movie theater until the bus had come to a complete stop.