Oh God. Oh God. You're frozen on the spot, arms not quite sure whether to push her away her pull her closer. The kiss lingers for what feels like hours, though in reality it's only a few seconds until Kaylee pulls away. She smells like sweat and deodorant and foxes and part of you desperately wants to hold her closer and another screams for you to just run as fast as you can in the opposite direction. Kaylee's hand cups your cheek and she grins, her face flushed.
"...Yeah, you seem pretty gay to me." Your cheeks are on fire and you have to make your mouth work after that whole thing. You swallow, then manage to stammer a reply.
"I--Okay, I am gay," you start, tripping yourself over your words as you go. Hanako, take a breath. Breathe in, breathe out. Kaylee's hand drops back into her lap and she leans back on the bench seat, blinking as she watches you struggle for words.
"Okay." You repeat the word like it's some kind of mental anchor, then steel yourself. "And. You're really hot. But I--I can't do this, I'm sorry." Kaylee blinks.
"What? Why? Are you scared of your parents?" You wince. That hit closer home than you expected but it's not quite the right reason. You hurriedly shake your head.
"No! I--I have a girlfriend already, Kaylee!" You blurt at last, bowing deeply from your awkward sitting position.
"I'm really flattered and everything but I have a girlfriend and I can't do this sort of thing, I'm sorry!" Kaylee snorts quietly and then laughs, leaning back and covering her eyes with one hand. Her cheeks are red as yours, maybe redder. You dunno, you don't have a mirror.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I should have asked or something--I had no idea. Oh my God. I'm so embarrassed." She's covering her face with both hands and turning away from you. Her ears flatten and her tail fluffs a little. You almost feel guilty for setting your boundaries but you know it's better that you did. You laugh nervously.
"Y-Yeah. It's... Sorry," you say again and she shakes her head.
"You don't need to be sorry. It's my own fault for just. Rushing in like I always do." She sighs again and finally turns back to you. She's still blushing and her chin is resting in one hand as she looks at you.
"You really are super cute. Whoever that girl is, she's lucky. You guys go to school together?" You giggle at the flattery, then nod in a short, sharp embarrassed motion.
"Y-Yeah. She's actually my junior in our club for spooky stuff..." Kaylee nods.
"Aw, high school love. That's adorable!" She's grinning from ear to ear, apparently over her embarrassment. Or at least over it mostly. She sighs and looks awkwardly away again, looking out over the valley.
"Sorry for putting you on the spot like that," she adds after a moment.
"It's okay! You didn't know." You hold your hands up, trying to placate her. "We can still be friends, right?"
"Yeah, that's true," she says, grinning. "Besides, you need an onee-san to look out for you baby queers." She reaches out and ruffles your hair between the ears in a way that reminds you of your dad and you blush again.
"You're only like, two years older than me."
"Yeah, but that's like twenty in gay years."
"There's no such thing as gay years."
"Yes there are. You'll find out when you graduate from baby gay to adult gay." You roll your eyes as she cackles at you. It's starting to warm up and the dappled shade of an overhanging tree keeps most of the sun off. You lean back a little, quiet and pensive for a long moment as you stare out over the valley. Kaylee's head tilts.
"You okay?"
"...Yeah," you murmur. "Just like. I've been gay for like four months and there's already so much going on."
"Damn, you move fast. Already got the girl and everything," Kaylee says in what you are beginning to realize is her usual teasing tone. You huff and roll your eyes.
"I'm concerned about how to come out to my mom. I... she doesn't approve? I think? And she doesn't like that I'm going to help with this camping trip for an LGBT youth group. It's supposed to be like, a job but she doesn't know I actually go to the support group and stuff." Kaylee grimaces.
"Oh. God. Yeah that shit is awkward. I... never really got to come to my mom. My dad knows, though. He's pretty laid back about it, thankfully. Though part me thinks he still expects me to bring a boy home when I get out of my 'experimental phase' or whatever." She raises her fingers to give some air quotes to the words. "Honestly the best thing to do with your mom is wait until you're out of the house. Distance will make it harder for her to fuck with you and having an unsupportive parent is fucking hard."
Not as hopeful as some of the other advice you've gotten, but it makes sense. You nod in agreement.
"I wish being gay wasn't so complicated," you say.
"Me too," Kaylee admits. "But I wouldn't want to be anything else."
"....Me either," you agree. Which is kind of surprising. Only a couple months ago you would have said that you hated it and now... now you feel like it's a part of you that you never want to let go of. It feels important and right to let yourself be who you really are. You smile at the thought, then glance at Kaylee.
"You wanna come to our place for dinner tonight? Grandma always makes waaay too much food and they'd probably be happy to have an extra mouth. Plus your hair will freak out my mom." You snicker. You're feeling bold today, sitting here with a warm summer breeze ruffling your hair and this newfound comfort in your identity. Kaylee arches a brow at you and grins.
"I mean, that's a good reason but what are you all having?"
"Grandma said she was going to make somen because it's so hot this week. And there's a watermelon for dessert."
"Nice. I am totally in then." Kaylee gives a thumbs up. The two of you sit there a few minutes longer, finishing off lunch and guzzling water, then start off down the hill back into the valley. It's easier than the trek up, even if it's hotter now. By the time you get back down it's mid-afternoon and the two of you are sweaty and exhausted as you reach your grandparents house. Kaylee whistles in admiration at the stately old house as you open the door and remove your shoes.
"I'm home! And I brought company for dinner!" You call out. Your grandmother makes an almost immediate appearance.
"Welcome home, Hana-chan! This must be the fox you met," She smiles at Kaylee in that warm, grandmotherly way that's always so... comforting and welcoming. "She has very fancy hair," she adds.
"Oh, uh. This is Kaylee Yamada--" Kaylee bows towards your grandmother.
"Oh! Are you related to the Yamadas who run the farm down the road?"
"Yeah. That's my aunt and uncle. I'm staying with them until I move to Center City this fall and start getting ready for university."
"Oh that's so lovely. I didn't know they had such a pretty niece." Grandma clucks her tongue. "Well, the two of you should go get cleaned up." Kaylee blinks and starts to protest.
"Oh, no--I didn't bring a change of clothes, I'll be fine--" Grandma shakes her head.
"Nonsense. I'll lend you something to wear so you don't have to sit around in all that sweat. Hana-chan, be a dear and show her where the bath is? I'll bring some clothes and towels in just a moment." And your grandmother vanishes off into a side room. You shrug helplessly at Kaylee.
"Grandmas, right?" She nods in agreement with your wisdom and you lead the way through the house. You stop to drop off your bag in your bedroom and then it's off to the bath. Kaylee hesitates.
"...I can go after you if you want," she says after a moment of awkward embarrassment. "I don't want to make things weird." She rubs the back of her neck, apparently rather conscious of her mistake up on the hill.
[ ] Pff. You're both girls and you trust her to respect your boundaries. Plus you need someone to scrub your back, right? Right.
[ ] You're not sure you could handle the embarrassment. Better to bathe separately, but you insist that she go first. She's a guest and grandma would want to make sure she's taken care of.
[ ] ...Yeah. You'll go first. Nothing wrong with that. You're not really sure you're ready to handle communal bathing right now, even if it's kind of not such a big deal.