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"Yes?"
"Hi! I'm Krystell," the girl at the door said, extending her hand. "I'm here to pick up Sobia."
A grin broke over Sobia's dad's face, and he shook Krystell's offered hand. "It's nice to meet you, Krystell. Sobia's upstairs; she'll be down in a minute. Come on in." He stepped aside and gave a slight bow, the spitting image of courtesy.
"Thanks," Krystell grinned. She slipped past him and entered the living room, sneakers silent on the waxed tile floor. Flared bluejeans hid her ankles, and she wore a fitted shirt that hugged her sides and emphasized her height; long bangs swung down around her chin, while the rest of her dark hair was cut short. She stood almost six feet tall, and streamlined muscles made her look somehow like a modern Amazon warrior, but the gentleness in her eyes proved otherwise.
"I'll be down in a second," Sobia called, her head popping over the banister for a second before disappearing again. She was similiarly built, tall and thin and athletic, but where Krystell was dark and decieving she was all light and innocence. Her long blonde hair floated freely, and she wore khaki pants and a loose white halter top. A renegade ray of sunlight burst through the overhead window and spotlighted her for the briefest of seconds; she was an angel come to earth.
Sobia had been graced with the perfect face. Light and delicate, it had a mystical quality to it that made most guys stop and look twice or three times. It had been a joke throughout her early years in school that she would be the first girl to get a husband. Sadly, it wasn't to be; loving loyal Amanda had eloped in the ninth grade, and was now living with her equally young husband in New York.
Sobia was happy for them. How couldn't she be? They'd found true love, and hadn't even had to go through the usual hardship and suffering to get there. She knew they would stay together for a long time yet.
Yes, she was happy for them. But that didn't mean she had to understand it. For what most people didn't know about Sobia was that she didn't like guys. Sobia hadn't known it herself for a long time; she had always assumed she just hadn't met the right person yet, that her time hadn't come.
But when Krystell transferred in from some backwater school in the country, she knew. That first year they had all of their classes together, so they had plenty of time to talk; the entire summer was spent each other's company. They were inseperable. And just this past Valentine's Day Krystell had said something Sobia never thought she'd hear.

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"You know, Sobia," Krystell said thoughtfully, biting into a sandwich, "today's the fourteenth."
"And?" It came out more like "mmmph," since Sobia currently had her own sandwich halfway into her mouth, but Krystell understood well enough.
Said girl was slowly turning an odd shade of red. "There's something you should probably know...about me," she mumbled. Her eyes were trained on the ground; she refused to meet Sobia's gaze. "I'm...er...I'm not straight."
Sobia raised an eyebrow and swallowed with some difficulty. "You're gay?"
Krystell gave a quick nod, almost too fast to see, and glanced almost fearfully into Sobia's face. It was obvious that she expected a look of disgust, even hatred; Sobia realized that she had made this confession before and suffered because of it.
Sobia grinned lopsidedly. "That's cool. What's it like?"
"You - you don't hate me?" Krystell stuttered.
"Why should I?"
"But I'm not normal! Everyone hates me when they find out."
"Well, I guess that just means I'm not everyone, then, now doesn't it?" Sobia asked. There was that lopsided grin again. "Seriously. What's it like?"
Krystell shrugged. "Not too different, I suspect," she said. "I mean, the only thing is you don' look at guys and think, 'Oh, he's hot,' you look at girls and say, 'Hm, not bad.'"
Sobia chortled. "Not bad? Is that all?"
The blood rose slightly in Krystell's cheeks. "Well, not always..."
A raised eyebrow.
"...I should go," Krystell said suddenly, standing. "I've got - er - math to do."
"Don't go." Krystell hesitated, turned.
"But Sobia, I can't...look, it's better for both of us if I go."
Now Sobia too climbed to her feet. "No," she said softly, "it's not. Stay. I want to talk."
"Sobia...."
The blonde was moving closer, closer, feet turning to inches turning to centimeters. Krystell felt the other's hot breath on her face.
"Don't go," Sobia whispered. Then the last few centimeters disappeared with all common sense as their lips met.
She was fire. She was ice. She was sugar and cinnamon and jalapeno and vanilla and chocolate all rolled into one intense burst of passion. Krystell's mind reeled; What's going on? Why is she doing this? She hates me, that's it, she hates me and wants to drive me away - but that doesn't make sense, if she hates me then why -
Sobia pulled away reluctantly, flushed and gasping for breath. There was a long silence as they stood there, cradled in each other's arms, each wrapped in her own confused thoughts. Krystell was the first to speak.
"Angel."
"My demon."

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[A/N] *sweatdrop* ...yeah. Right. This is why I'm not allowed to have sugar in the early hours of the morning, especially not when reading yaoi fanfics. If this is how I'm gonna end up witing 'em, I'm staying far, far away... Don't expect this to go anywhere. The only part I even slightly enjoyed was coming up with the outfits. That's sad.

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