Anna

Brittany Snow. That was the girl that Anna Kendrick pretended she didn't see every night when her hands drifted down her stomach and into her pants, in between the wetness of her sex. But she could never stop thinking about her. That blonde hair that flowed down her back (was it the same between her legs? Anna hoped so), those baby blue eyes that were so sweet yet could be so mischievous. Anna always came quickly when she thought of Brittany. She imagined that it was Brittany stroking her, lightly, softly, hands and tongue, and not herself. It was Brittany's name she moaned out as she came, her voice liquid ecstasy.

Keep calm, Anna, Anna Kendrick thought to herself. But it was so hard. In the shower. With Britanny. Sure, it wasn't how she pictured it - they weren't pressed together, sweat and fluids mingling, her fingers in Brittany's hair and Brittany's at her breasts. Brittany's breasts, Anna thought. She's so slender. But her breasts are as high and plump as ripe apples on a tree. Damn those pasties, covering her delicious nipples. Yet, partially, Anna was grateful for the pasties. They hid how hard her own sweet nipples had become. Anna had been a quietly contained homosexual for as long as she would remember. Since she had first been conceived, she knew she was destined to have a lady at her side. While all the other girls dreamt of riding away with their prince charming, Anna had been dreaming of being that prince charming. She was brought back from her thoughts by Brittany's piercing eyes staring intently at her.

"Cut!"

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I'll get it next time."

Brittany

"I'm really confident about all this," Brittany said, smirk playing on her pink lips. Just as the script said. Anna fumbled the next line, the director said to cut for coffee, try again in fifteen minutes. Confident about all this? The hell I am. I'm fat. Fat. Worthless. She turned to face Anna, who was looking off at something else, distracted. Her eyes travelled the body of the brunette. From her defined face, smooth and sharp as a diamond, to her perfect collarbones, her beautiful breasts, her flat stomach, her thigh gap, which must have caused many a boy to tremble, her perfect ankles and her small, lovely feet. Anna has such natural beauty. And I... the voice of the girl she loved shattered her thoughts. "Hey, Britt," Anna said. "We gotta get back to the scene." Something about her voice was... tender. Like a lover's. No, Brittany thought. Don't be stupid. She had just imagined it. Anna would never love someone as plain as her. Anna was perfect, practically a goddess. And presumably not a lesbian like Brittany herself was.

Once upon a time, she had loved another girl like Anna. Her name was Marissa. Like Anna, she has flowing brown hair, deep blue eyes like an ocean she could practically drown in. They had both been fifteen. Brittany believed in dreams back then. She had believed in reaching for what you loved. Even if you failed, no one could ever say you didn't try. So she'd reached. She'd taken a chance with Marissa. She had strode up to the other girl, wrapped her arms around Marissa's slender shoulders, and kissed her full lips. Marissa, unfortunately, did not have the same policy for her beautiful dreams as Brittany had, and pulled away. She pulled away, snatching Brittany's vulnerable heart with her.

"What the fuck?! You are disgusting!" Swiftly, she kicked Brittany between the legs, and strode away, her slim hips swinging.

"My mom told me that if anyone ever tried to violate me, I should go straight for the crotch!" and with that, Marissa was gone, never to be seen again.

She had been hit by a car on her walk home from that kiss. Killed immediately. And Brittany would never forget that Marissa had died hating her.