Keith's POV

   "Did I startle her?  Was it something I said?"  Ma says, looking and sounding concerned.

"I guess you kinda struck a nerve.  I'll go check on her."

Shakayla's POV

"Babe, are you good?"  Keith says, wrapping an arm around me.  "No.  Not at all.  I'm so tired of people insinuating that or telling me I like women.  I don't, ok?!"

"Bae, I believe you.  I know you don't, but who is people?"  "Raeya, Mahalia, and now, your mom.  What fucking gives?  How many times do I have to tell them?  I'M.  STRAIGHT."

"It's ok, Babe.  All that matters is that you know who you are, and no one can tell you otherwise."  "Take me home.  I don't wanna be here anymore."

"Ok, Babe."  He comforts me by beginning to kiss me, and I kiss back.

Her tongue caresses hers as their lips lock.  They deepen the kiss by tilting their heads in opposite directions.

She cups her face in her hands, feeling the softness of her skin.  She's gentle, but passionate.  She's all she could ever want.  In this moment, nothing else matters.

I quickly pull away from him, freaked the fuck out.  What the fuck is with these visions?!  Ever since we watched that stupid lesbian porn, they've been in my head, and they won't go away!

"Woah, Babe, are you good?"  He says with a concerned frown.  "I'm......I'm fine.  Just....take me home."  "Alright."

We leave.