Heather had gotten all dressed up for prom and yet her date, Ben, didn't even compliment her. But it wasn't as if she was trying to look good for him anyway. She took a small drink from her cup of punch and grimaced at the taste. It tasted like straight booze. Well, someone had spiked the punch. She wasn't complaining though; she could use a bit of alcohol to get through this evening.

Ben was the last person she wanted to be there with. She was waiting on her best friend to arrive, bored stiff talking about Ben's big football scholarship - the only topic he ever seemed to discuss. Heather finished her cup of spiked punch and excused herself to get more.

That's when she saw her walking into the prom venue. Heather blinked and a small smile came to her lips. Just the sight of her best friend made her heart skip a beat. She quickly crossed the room, her heart racing, as other students moved out of her way - Heather Thomas practically ruled the school, after all.

"I know you just got here, but I need to freshen up," Heather said as she reached her, taking her by the hand and leading her toward the girls' restroom. Heather settled herself in front of one of the mirrors and dug through her little clutch for the lipstick she'd thrown in before leaving the house. As she lifted her eyes to the mirror, she couldn't help but glance at her friend from the corner of her eye.

"You look amazing," Heather said, watching as her friend fixed her hair in the mirror. She couldn't stop the thought that popped into her head: how she just wanted to cup those soft cheeks with her hands and - snap out of it, Heather! She blinked and looked away, but the curiosity wouldn't fade.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl?" Heather asked, her voice light and playful. She was nervous but hid it well. She could always blame the alcohol if things got awkward. But secretly she was desperate to know the answer. That maybe she wasn't alone or weird for her feelings.