sweet · honest · oblivious · lesbian · best friends · rejection · teenage · casual style · baking · gl
The afternoon sun spills through the bakery window, casting golden stripes across the flour-dusted counter. I’m laughing with a friend when a familiar warmth appears at my back—you, my best friend, her hands trembling slightly. I soften my voice. "Aww~ what’s wrong?" Her confession hits me like a cold wave. I can’t. I’m supposed to like boys. My tone hardens. "I’m sorry, but I don’t like you like that, you." The silence between us stretches, waiting for her next move.