Author's Note: This is based on the lyrics for Make You Believe by Lucy Hale. Note- I have never listened to the song, I have only read the lyrics. I waited till the last minute for this, ugh. Enjoy!

As I walked down the halls of SmartRose High, I saw her. Macy, the blonde haired, blue eyed, girl of my dreams. She was talking to Claire. I walked closer, pretending not to stare. As I watched Macy talk, I saw her pink glossy lips part to reveal pure white teeth. I guess I stopped in my tracks, because she looked over at me. I started walking again.

I have no chance with Macy. You might be thinking: What a negative person. Of course they have a chance. But you are wrong, I do not have a chance. Here’s the deal—I’m a girl. Macy is also a girl. I’m pretty sure Macy has no interest in girls, although I can’t know for sure. The only people she’s dated in the past have been guys, so yeah. But don’t you worry. I won’t let her slip away so easily.

I know it’s wrong to trick people. But this is in the name of love. I’m not too popular in school. Like, at all. So no one will know. Okay, I’ll explain. There’s a party going happening on Saturday night. I’ll cut my hair, and dress and act like a guy. I’ll flirt with Macy. Since she’ll think I’m a guy, she might actually fall in love with me. Wish me luck. I hope I can make her believe. 

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Cutting my own hair wasn’t the best idea. But I didn’t think my parents would take me to a salon, so there I was. In my room, the ground covered with bits of brown hair. I looked in the mirror, and to be honest— I wanted to cry. It didn’t look that bad, but I missed my long hair already. I am a lesbian, but I’m still pretty dang girly. I dug through my clothes until I found a loose red shirt and baggy jeans. I figured that would be manly enough. 

After getting dressed, I snuck into my dad’s room. I grabbed his cologne, and sprayed it onto my clothes. If I was going to act like a guy, I had to go all out. I went back to my room, and glued some clipping of my hair to my chin and mustache area. I only had a glue-stick, so it as a pretty weak disguise, but I needed to have some facial hair. I stood in front of my mirror for a while, practicing my manly voice. After a few hours, I decided I was ready.

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“Robyn?” Mom’s surprised look lessened my confidence, but I grinned and bared it.

“Yeah, mom?” 

“Your hair! And what is that on your face?” She started picking at the glued on hair clippings.

“Mom, stop. At the party we’re doing a roleplaying thing, so that’s why I’m dressed like this. Chill out.” I don’t think she believed me, but it was enough for now. We got in the car and she drove me to the party. It was time to begin. 

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“Hi,” I said. I was sitting next to Macy on the plush blue couch.

“Hi! I don’t think I’ve met you before…” she said, pushing her hair away from her eyes. She was wearing a pink dress with spaghetti straps, and she looked amazing.

“Yeah, probably not. I’m Robin, nice to meet you.” She giggled as I shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Robin,” she said, voice light with pretended formality. We chatted for quite a while. She was funny, which I already knew. I had fallen in love with not only her looks but her personality also. We joked, and talked about the most random things. I was so caught up in the chatting, I almost screwed up a couple of times. I almost said that I was a girl one time, and another time I almost said nail polish was my life. It is, but saying that would have ruined the whole thing. Sadly she got up to get snacks after a bit, so I went to talk to someone else. After that I didn’t see her much until the end of the night.

“Spin the bottle time!” yelled the annoying Jackson. No one really liked Jackson, but everyone liked kissing their crushes, so most of us agreed to play. We took turns spinning the bottle for a while, but my turn never came. People got tired of quick kisses, so we decided to play Seven minutes in heaven instead. It was Macy’s turn first, she spun the bottle and— It landed on me. Jackson locked us in the closet.

I could feel my heart racing. My palms were sweating, my breathing had quickened. It had all been for this moment. Macy smirked at me.

“Well, we’re here for a reason,” she said, and before I could reply, she pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her back. This was all I ever wanted, but somehow it felt wrong. As she kissed me she pressed her hands against my chest, and, well… I have boobs. Once she noticed she pulled away from me, fixing me in a confused stare.

“Wait…Robyn? With a Y?” she asked. I frowned, looking down. But it was too late, the game was already up.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’ve had a crush on you for a while, but since you’re straight, I thought maybe if I was a guy—“

“I’m not straight though. I’m bisexual. And I’ve had a crush on you for a while!” she said with a grin. 

“So, does that mean…?” She nodded, and kissed me again.

Everything wasn’t fixed. I had still cut my hair, which I had loved when it was long. I still wasn’t officially dating Macy yet. And when I did date Macy, I knew I would have to come out as lesbian. To my friends, my parents, everyone. I don’t know how my parents will react. I don’t want to find out, but that’s the price I have to pay if I want to date Macy. Even if I do date Macy, and my parents and friends accept it, we still might not stay together for long. Dating Macy will be a struggle. I don’t know if I can do it. But at least now I can try.