AMBERLE POV

I throw my bag on the floor and fall on my bed. It was a long day. Sometimes putting on the face of being perfect could be exhausting. The only person I was myself around was Cat. Of course that had changed last year. I mean she was still my best friend and I was still myself around her but I guess I was more cautious or more aware of how I acted around her since junior year. I sigh as I look at the photo of us. I'm wearing a bluish purple leotard for a gymnastics event and Cat came to cheer me on in her cheerleading costume. I won first place. After that we came to my place and since no one was home I put on some louder music. We danced and laughed and ate and danced. I could hear her laughing now. The music mellowed and we slow-danced. It was sweet. I brought my arms around her neck and she around my hips, and I laid my head on her chest. We continued moving to our own rhythm for what felt like hours. It was beautiful. When I brought my face up we stared at each other. Catania leaned forward and I could feel hear breath against my lips. My heart had been beating and then I leaned one inch more and we were kissing. It was short and sweet but my lips and face and whole body was burning. We looked at each other, both bewildered and kissed again. Then suddenly I could hear voices coming from downstairs. My uncle came home and we jumped apart as if there was lava between us. The rest of the night we just listened to music and talked about simple topics. We've never talked about what happened and I doubt we ever will. I'm too afraid of ruining our friendship. I mostly just chalk it up to the atmosphere and the endorphins of winning but somewhere deep down I wonder if there's something more. I've always been into guys but I can't help wonder if I might also have a thing for girls. Yet, I've never stopped and thought: hey, yeah, that girl's hot.