Meet My Girlfriend (Chapter 5)

The day after, Skye went to school with her friends with confidence. After going through a few classes, Skye went to her physics class unaware of anything. She entered the classroom, spotting her friend, Lee, passing out a stack of papers to the students who entered before her. Once Lee saw Skye, she pressed the papers against her chest.

"Hey, Lee," Skye greeted.

"Hi, Skye," Lee responded. "Hey, that rhymed."

"Yeah. What are you passing out?"

"Oh, nothing."

"It has to be something. Unless you're passing out blank sheets of paper."

"Yeah, that's what I'm doing. I'm just encouraging people to splatter their imagination on this paper. Albert Einstein says imagination is more important than education."

"That's funny because you're passing them out in school."

"Irony: what do we do without it?"

When another student entered the room, Lee quickly handed a piece of paper to the boy and shoved him right after to keep him walking.

"Those papers aren't blank," Skye pointed.

"What?" Lee almost sang. "These papers are so blank."

"Lee, I saw the paper you gave to that guy. It was not blank."

"Skye, are you taking that special medicine because it sounds like you're not."

"The medicine is for my hiccups. Can you give me a sheet of paper?"

"Uh... no can do."

"Why can't do?"

"I bet you already have a piece of copy paper somewhere in your notebook."

"There might be but I don't feel like getting it out. May you spare me one?"

"Um-- Uh-- What?"

"You heard me. Just give me one."

"I don't need to."

Skye gripped onto the stack of papers. "But you can. Just give it."

Lee, not letting go of the stack, wriggled back and forth to loosen Skye's grip, which was not working. "No!" she shouted.

The girls fought over the stack back and forth like a tug of war. They held on for several seconds until Skye's strength increased to where she threw the stack on the ground with several pieces of paper floating in the air. She caught one of the floating papers and sprinted pass Lee as she read it.

"'Skye Carter is a homophobe'?" she recited. She stared at Lee with shock in her eyes. "Why are you passing these out?"

"Because that's what you are!" Lee responded. "A vile homophobe."

"Lee!"

"What? I can't let the whole world know?"

"You put this on the internet?"

"No, not yet. When I meant 'world', I meant 'class'. But still, I'm calling you out for disapproving of my sexuality."

"Lee, I'm not disapproving of your sexuality. I accept the way you are."

"Then why did you reject my kiss?"

"Because I'm not gay! Why can't you accept that?"

"You gave me a... vibe."

"Well, I don't know what's gay about me but the innuendo is not really innuendo! Lee, I have a gay uncle and when I first learned that, I didn't push him away. I still loved him and supported whatever felt right to him. Just because I'm not a lesbian does not make me homophobic. I love everybody. And I was born straight so I plan on not doing anything about it. It's who I am. And the last time I checked, homosexuality is not a choice, it is an identity. I'm not trying to change you so why change me?"

Lee looked down. "I didn't think about it that way."

"Yeah. Also, you're a member of an anti-bullying campaign. And what you're doing..." Skye held up the paper for Lee to see. "...is a promotion of bullying. You're labeling me as something I'm not. I don't treat homosexuals any differently than heterosexuals. Everyone is equal in my eyes and everyone should be equal in your eyes."

"I'm sorry, Skye. It's just that sometimes I feel like the only lesbian in this school. I assumed that was because nobody wants to be gay."

"Of course, when people find out they're gay, some tend to feel uncomfortable about it. But if you accept who you are and want people to accept who you are, you got to accept them."

"You're right. I was bugging."

"It's okay; people bug. And if I was sure I was a lesbian, I'd totally date you. But I'm straight and I'm going to marry Bono."

Lee chuckled. "You're actually serious about that, aren't you?"

"You have no idea."

Quickly after, the physics teacher walked into the classroom once the bell rung. He stopped a couple feet from the doorway when he saw the papers on the floor and quickly read them.

"Skye, is this true?!" he asked, becoming infuriated.

"Oh, boy," Skye said softly to herself.

Meet My Girlfriend (Chapter 4)

The day after, Skye's friend, Lee, invited her over to her house to look at some paintings that she has done in a late past. Skye consented the invitation and Lee drove her over after school in her blue SUV. After five minutes, Lee opened the door to a person-less house.

"Where are your parents?" asked Skye.

"They went to the supermarket," Lee answered. "They'll be back in twenty minutes."

"They text you?"

"Yep."

Lee walked upstairs with Skye following. She walked through the long hallway with a just-as-long blue carpet until she opened a door which led to her bedroom. Skye was amazed how Lee's bedroom looks similar to her own bedroom, only "cooler". She gasped once she saw a big Marilyn Manson poster taped above the purple sheeted bed.

"You got a Marilyn Manson poster in your room?" she asked, dropping her skull-printed backpack on the floor.

"If it's here, it's clear," said Lee.

"How big is it?"

"I think it's 48 by 84 inches."

"Oh, that's a lot of inches. I've been wanting to order a poster like this for my room but I think my friends would be afraid of it."

"Marilyn is a scary man."

"Yeah, but I love him."

Lee opened the closet door and dragged out a backwards canvas. "So, you're ready to see the magic?"

"Bring it on, magician."

Lee picked up the canvas and turned it over, revealing an explosion of bold colors that made a face.

Skye was stunned. "Whoa, that looks awesome."

"Thanks," Lee looked over the painting. "I worked on it for four days."

"Four days are all you need. What are you going to call it?"

"I shall call it, 'My Boyfriend'."

Skye crossed her arms. "Really?"

"Yep."

"Why would you call it that?"

"I don't know. It just felt right."

"I agree."

"It feels good to go do something different, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. So you're totally not a lesbian. I mean, Lee! Leez-bian! Les-- Lee-- Leez-- Leez-bian. Leez-uh. Lisa! Leah! Lee!"

Lee stared at Skye, confused. "What the freak was that?"

"I'm sorry. I have the hiccups!"

"Well, you got weird hiccups."

"Yeah, I'm taking a special medicine for it."

"Good to know."

"What I meant to say -- before I was interrupted by hiccups -- was that your art doesn't say 'Leah' or 'Lee'. It says something more than that. Like you're more than a name; you are art itself."

"Wow, that was sweet."

"Well, you're a special girl."

"Thanks, Skye."

Skye sighed and turned around. "So have you thought about hanging up your artwork since you--" She turned around, only to be quickly interrupted by Lee, who grabbed her neck and crashed her lips against hers.

Skye resisted, pulling out of Lee's grip. She backed up a foot and stared at Lee in shock. Lee looked back at Skye, confused.

"What are you doing?" Skye asked, breathless.

"I'm kissing you," replied Lee.

"Yeah, I know! Why?!"

"I don't know! I thought you liked me!"

"Yes, I do. Not in that way."

"Oh, why is so hard to find a good lesbian--"

"Lesbian! Hold the phone and twirl on the wire, I am not lesbian."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"But you're so... butch."

"Butch? Look at you!"

"Oh, now you're insulting me?"

"No, I'm--"

"We're supposed to be friends."

"We can't be friends if you want to be kissing me."

"Oh, is that right?"

"No, I didn't mean it that way. Lee, I like you, just not in that way. Can we-- can we just forget about this?"

Lee sighed. "Fine."

"Good. So... can I look at more of your art?"

"Sure."

"Good. So..." Skye turned her head to look at the poster. "48 by 84 inches, huh?"

Meet My Girlfriend (Chapter 3)

After a week, the girls had lunch in the cafeteria at school together normally. They ate their homemade or school-bought lunches as Madeline started the conversation.

"Are you drinking the mineral oil, Lizzie?" she asked.

"Oh, I forgot about that," replied Lizzie.

"You forgot?"

"Actually, I remembered. I just don't want to drink it."

"Why not?"

"It's gross."

"It barely has a taste."

"Well, I don't like the thickness."

"If you can drink smoothies, than you can drink mineral oil."

"I don't want to drink the mineral oil."

"Then buy actual laxatives," recommended Andrea.

"No way. What if I bump into the cutest guy at the pharmacy?"

"What is the cutest guy doing at a pharmacy?" asked Madeline.

"Buying laxatives," answered Skye. "You two would be perfect for each other."

Andrea giggled. "But Lizzie has a point. I don't want a gorgeous guy to know I have a pooping problem."

"If you don't want to drink oil, Liz'," started Debra, "you can try some exercises to help release your blocked bowels."

"Well, I hope you do those exercises on the toilet," said Skye. "If you do them now, it would be a bad day for you because you're wearing white."

Lizzie and Andrea snickered.

"That's gross," commented Madeline. "But in order to 'solve your problems', you got to drink the oil. Otherwise, buy some laxative tablets."

"I'll try," said Lizzie.

"Speaking of constipation," started Skye, "me and Lee are really hitting it off."

"What does that got to do with constipation?" questioned Andrea.

"Nothing. Uh, her and I have so much in common. We're going to a U2 concert next year."

"Aw, I like U2, too," said Madeline.

"YouTube has a concert?" asked Lizzie.

"Not YouTube," corrected Skye. "U2."

"I, too, what?"

"It's a name of a band. Letter U, number two."

"Speaking of number two..." Andrea looked at Lizzie.

"Heard of Bono?"

"Yes, your 'future' husband," Lizzie responded.

"Yeah, he sings lead in U2."

"Oh, so the concert is a way to be close to your dream hubby?"

"Pretty much."

"So you and Lee are pretty much the same person since you two like U2?" asked Debra.

"It's not just U2. We like the same movies, music, food. Everything we like almost compares."

"And Lee takes a liking to you?" asked Madeline.

"Yep."

"Well, make sure it's not too strong of a liking."

"What do you mean?"

"I expect that Lee told you."

Skye chuckled. "Told me what?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?"

"No."

"Lee's lesbian."

"No, she's not!"

"Uh, yes, she is."

"How do you know?"

"Because it's out in the open."

"No, you're making assumptions."

"Skye, I'm not blind. I mean she goes by Lee."

"Some girls go by Lee."

"What girls?"

"Uh, girls."

"Skye--"

"If Lee is a lesbian, how come she doesn't have a girlfriend?"

"Does every gay man have a boyfriend?" questioned Andrea.

"Maybe she has a crush on you, being why she's single," said Lizzie.

"Oh, please," said Skye. "Lee does not have a crush on me. We are too good of friends."

"Sometimes, the closest friends develop a better romance," said Debra.

"Tell that to Spongebob and Patrick."

"Why can't you accept the fact that Lee is a lesbian?" asked Madeline.

"Because I'm going to prove it. That's right; I'm going to have clear-cut evidence that Lee is just as straight as me and you all are going to be feeling like fools."

"Please, Skye, if you didn't like boys, you'd be lesbian," stated Andrea.

"That's the point of being lesbian," said Madeline.

"Okay, you don't know everything."

Meet My Girlfriend (Chapter 2)

The next day, Skye became really good friends with her physics classmate, Lee. She decided to walk with Lee to lunch and introduce her to her best friends. Once the two got inside and close enough to the girls, Skye immediately regrets her decision when she hears Lizzie say:

"I am so constipated!"

Skye stopped, making Lee stop. "I was wrong," she said. "You shouldn't meet my friends."

Madeline heard Skye's voice and turned her head. "Hey, Skye."

"Hello," Skye replied.

"Who's that?"

Skye walked closer, making Lee walk closer as well. "This is my friend, Lee."

"Isn't Lee a boy's name?" asked Lizzie. "Not to be rude."

"Yeah," Lee responded. "But it's short for Leah."

"Oh, that's cute. Come sit with us."

"No!" Andrea shouted. She stood up and waved her arms. "No sitting! We made a mistake last year and we're not going to make another one again. I swear that taped picture still haunts my dreams."

"What is she talking about?" Lee whispered to Skye.

"It's a long story," Skye said. She turned her attention to Andrea. "Andy, this one is clean so there's nothing to worry about."

Andrea sat back down.

"Sit, sit," Debra ordered nicely.

Skye sat down next to Debra with Lee sitting next to her.

"Nice to meet you, Lee," said Madeline. "Sorry about Andrea. She's... something."

"I'm sorry," Andrea apologized. "I just thought I had to whack another weirdo who might stalk me later."

"Is she a bully?" Lee asked Skye.

"No," Skye answered, "she's just rude. We're going to fix her."

"So, Lee," started Debra, "where do you know Skye from?"

"I met her in physics," answered Lee. "I never really talked to her because she doesn't talk to anyone."

"Skye, are you an 'isolator'?" asked Lizzie.

"I don't think that's a word," Skye replied.

"It's going to be if you keep being that."

"No, Skye is usually quiet," Madeline said to Lee. "But gladly, she has people like us to break her shell."

"Yeah, I used to be a snail, now I'm a slug," Skye joked.

The girls giggled.

"You got to love Skye for her dry humor," commented Lizzie.

"I do," said Lee. "She's really funny."

"You seem nice, Lee," said Debra. "Tell us about yourself."

"Well, I'm a painter. I make portraits and sell them on the internet. I'm also a member of an anti-bullying campaign online where I post self-made videos. You should join one day, Andrea."

Andrea chuckled smugly before sipping her bottle of chocolate milk with a straw with frantic eyes.

"But frankly, I just skateboard during the weekends and work at a video game store every day after school."

"That sounds interesting," said Madeline.

"Are you good at skateboarding?" asked Skye.

"I mean I do a little 360 kickflips, kickstands and long-term grinding," Lee boasted.

"I do not know what all of those were," admitted Lizzie, "but it sounds like you're a good skateboarder."

"Thank you... I think."

"Where did you get that hat?" asked Andrea.

"From Hot Topic."

"Oh."

"A bunch of beanies are on sale at that store."

"Oh."

"Are you a beanie person?"

"I wear a little here and there."

"Well, somebody has good taste in fashion."

"Thank you."

"I thought I had good taste in fashion," said Lizzie. "I got to get a beanie. Do they make them in red?"

"Any color really," answered Lee.

"Alright! This must be my lucky day."

"I like your friends, Skye."

"Thanks," Skye responded. "Maybe someday, I can meet your friends."

"Hopefully, they aren't more fabulous than us," Madeline flipped her hair.

"Actually, they're all super rich," said Lee.

"Oh, then they're better than us," said Andrea, scratching her head.

Meet My Girlfriend (Chapter 1)

After lunch, the girls head to their next classes. Skye went to her physics class, completing a drill with her classmates. After going over a couple lessons, the teacher declared some instructions quickly.

"So, class, what you're going to be doing is finding the acceleration of the toy car. To do that, you will be setting up a ramp with the wooden board at a desired angle using the ten wooden blocks at the laboratory tables. As you do that, you will have to find the coefficient of friction provided by the toy car. Make sure to weigh the car and use a calculater to solve the coefficient of friction. Remember to convert numbers to their proper measurements. And use the equation provided on your papers when you record results. Now any questions?"

One of the male classmates raised his hand. "Yeah, can you repeat that?"

"Joshua, if I repeat that one more time, I'm going to have to whack with my meter stick."

The guy paused. "Wait, did you say 'meter'?"

"Just get up and go your labs!"

The students scooted out of their seats and quickly paired up with their desired friends. Skye did not immediately pair off with anyone, seeing that her friends of the class did not want to work with her. She looked around before being tapped in the shoulder.

"Hi, do you want to be partners?" asked a girl with short black hair hidden in a gray beanie.

"Sure," Skye shrugged.

The girls walked over to an empty counter with a wooden board and a miniature sports car. Skye slapped her blank piece of notebook paper on the table.

"I'm Lee," the girl introduced herself.

"Skye," she responded.

"Is that short for something?"

"Yeah, Skylar."

"Cool. My name is short for Leah."

"Cool as well."

"How come we've never talked?"

"Don't know. I'm just quiet."

"I could've sworn I have seen you boisterously speak to a group of people before in the hallway."

"Oh, those people got to be my friends. I only talk to them."

"Oh. Are you 'clique-y'?"

"Oh, no. Oh, God, no. I hate cliques. They're just my best friends. They hang out with other people, too, but we hang out with each other a lot."

"Okay. I am not a big fan of cliques myself. That's how bullying starts."

"I know, right? I'm joining an anti-bullying campaign on the internet."

"So am I. Which one?" Lee picked up the toy car and placed it on the metal scale on the counter.

"'1World, 1Heart'."

"I'm joining that as well."

"Really?" Skye drew lines on the paper to make a chart. "What's your username?"

"LeatherBunny603."

"I'm MarryMeBono."

"No way! I read your report on your childhood experience with bullying. I 'hearted' it."

"Thank you. And did you post a video on how little kids should report bullies to teachers?"

"Yes, I did."

"I watched it. And loved it. I wrote a comment on the video."

"Oh, I don't read my comments."

"You should. Mine was really nice."

Lee smiled.

"What's the weight?"

"0.63 kilograms," Lee read the scale.

Skye wrote the number down on the paper. "What angle do you want the board at?"

"Whatever works."

"Forty-five degrees?"

"I was just thinking that."

Skye collected two wooden blocks from the counter as Lee held up the board at a slanted angle. Skye slid the blocks under the board to hold it up. Lee grabbed a protactor from a plastic basket and held it at the end of the board to measure the angle.

"It is close to forty-five degrees," Lee stated.

"That's fine." Skye placed another block in front of the ramp-shaped board.

"Here's a timer." Lee passed a small stopwatch clock to Skye.

"Thanks. Hey, you like 5 Seconds of Summer?"

Lee looked down at her T-shirt, which had a 5 Seconds of Summer logo on it. "Yep."

"Me, too."

"But I'm obsessed with them."

"You can't spell 'obsess' when you're around me. I'd marry them all in a second."

"I thought you wanted to marry Bono."

"That's if he doesn't strongly love me enough."

Lee giggled. "So you're a fan?"

"Fan with a capital F." She started to sing, "You look so perfect standing there..."

"In my American Apparell underwear," Lee sung back.

Then the girls started singing, "And I know now that I'm so down."

"Hey, you're a good singer," Lee complimented.

"Thank you. I'm in a band."

"Seriously?"

"Serious...ly."

"What is it called?"

"A New Yesterday."

"Ooh, capturing."

"That's what I thought."

"Is your band famous?"

"No. But we have videos on YouTube."

"Do a lot of people watch them?"

"No."

"Oh. I'm still going to watch them. You sound talented."

"Thanks for assuming."

Lee placed the car on top of the ramp.

Skye turned on the clock. She pressed the button to make the time turn on. "Go," she said.

Lee let go of the car, making the car slide down on the ramp. Skye stopped the time as soon as the car hit the block on the end of the ramp.

"More than two seconds," read Skye. "I can't wait to do this four more times."

"Yeah, this is kind of boring."

"Yeah."

"But do you know what's not boring?"

"What?"

"U2 is pre-selling tickets for their upcoming tour."

"Really?! I didn't know they were selling tickets."

"That's because it's online."

"I hope the ones online are not sold out."

"They're about to be."

"Ugh!"

"But I was planning to buy one. Perhaps I can buy you one."

"Can you do that for me?"

"Of course."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive! I need someone to go with me and I don't want to bring my mom. She's frightening."

"Well, if you insist..."

"I do insist. I might be able to get the front row tickets so you can close to your husband."

"Seriously?"

"Serious...ly."