There isn't actual kissing in this chapter.

Before anyone reads any further if you have any problems with homosexual attraction of any kind i'd like to kindly ask you to leave now.
What I'm bringing to you today is a short snippet of what could be.

Here: let me explain.
I was looking for a movie with my mum, and when she suggested one that I used to like a lot as a kid, I told her I didn't want to watch it because the girl is portrayed as a stereotype.

My mum just sighed and changed the movie before telling me that the stereotyping is a normal thing.

And that got to me. So here I bring you a short snippet of 'Your Colours' it's a book that I might write if I get a lot of feedback on this.

The book won't be about kissing or anything physical, rather the emotional.
The book is supposed to be about a girl who's one of the populars at the school, who develops feelings for a painter and struggles with her feelings- an internal battle.
If you guys want to see more of these two characters, or if you want to see the summary just inform me.

I really wanted to write this book because I want to break stereotypes and so people who do feel this way no that there's nothing wrong with you. That loving someone is still loving them, and what they identify as doesn't matter.

Make or female you are perfect. And you shouldn't be ashamed of who you are.
If you read all of that and are still here ready to read- you are awesome and I have ice-cream.
Anyways, let's get on with it.
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#1 Rule had been, and always will be- Do not fall in love with someone who's straight.

Ha. What rule that is.

Of course, she had never exactly needed, or heard about it before now, but hey you need new things as life goes on.
Too bad her whole life was already planned out for her.

She picked at the wood at her desk, keeping her eyes entrained on the splinters that slowly curved upwards. She only did that because /she/ stood up in the front.

She grit her teeth and tried to block out the brunette's voice from where she projected it as she drew on the chalkboard.

Daring to well- be daring, Christine glanced up slightly, green eyes flicking across the intricate drawing to the brunette's beaming smile then to her face covered in freckled.

She swallowed thickly and went down to picking at her desk. Her ears strained for the sound of the bell ringing or her friends gossiping or /anything/ really, to get her mind off of this.

But all she got was the patter of rain against the window and elated laughter.

Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes stung. Pulling out her phone from her back pocket she pretended to scroll through something as she slid her finger across the lock screen over an over.

Chris sighed, her foot tapping repeatedly on the ground, and that's when she swore-

She swore to herself that at this rate Wren Willows would be the death of her.