Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 22:21:06 EDT
From: BK
Subject: Pizza Parlor 3

This story is a work of complete fiction. None of its characters are
real. If you are not 18, go away, you should not read this.

			       Pizza Parlor
				 Chapter 3

"This is your room, right across the hall from Amy's, and the parlor is
right below you, so don't be surprised if you hear strangers talking
below you, it's just our customers." Pat, Amy's mother, said.
It had been a week, and Jenny was finally out of the hospital. When she
got back to Amy's house, she was surprised at the size of it. Or lack
there of, if you prefer. There was the restaurant, which took up all of
the bottom level except for a hallway leading to Pat and Andy, Amy's
dad's, room. Then there was the top floor, where the guest bedroom, now
Jenny's, and Amy's room was. That was it, basically. Almost the exact
opposite of Jenny's old house, and Jenny loved it for that. It was not so
big you could get lost in it, and had an almost cozy feel.
So far, Amy and her family had not asked to many questions, personal or
otherwise, and those they had Jenny had answered vaguely. She thought
they were probably letting her get used to things before they put on the
pressure. Jenny knew she had to lie, but didn't want to. The Quiets, as
was there last name, had been so nice and helpful, taking her in and all.
I'll just wait it out, and see what happens, Jenny thought. Wait until
the time comes, and then answer their questions, albeit untruthfully.
Another problem was Jenny was growing more and more in love with Amy.
There, she had come to deal with it. She was in love with another girl. A
beautiful, smart, considerate, caring, sweet, friendly, strait girl.
Jenny didn't stand a chance. She was sure all the guys at Amy's school
would want her. How could she compete, especially if Amy wasn't even gay?
It seemed like she couldn't win.
Amy was having a hard time of it too. Every day, Jenny seemed to become
even more beautiful. Her eyes were so striking in color that every time
Amy looked at them it took her breath away. And her body, oh her body! It
was like something out of heaven. Her smooth skin had only one blemish, a
scar on her right wrist that went right over her vital veins from the
crash. The doctors had said if it had cut a centimeter deeper, she would
have probably bled to death. Besides that, though, it was flawless; silky
skin, beautiful full lips, and the most gorgeous face Amy had ever seen.
Even more importantly, Jenny was smart. Well more than that, she was
smart, funny, nice, sweet, and everything Amy wanted but couldn't have.
She was a mystery to Amy. She wouldn't tell anything about herself, or
where she had come from. It was like she popped in out of space. No one
knew who she was, and Amy's parents were already asking for information
on this girl that they had let into their life. It wasn't only them,
though; Amy wanted to know too. She wanted to know everything she could
about the wonderful girl she loved.
"Thank you, Mrs. Quiet. It's very nice." Jenny said of her new room, and
meant it. It wasn't as large as her old room, not nearly in fact, but it
was fine for her. Everything she wanted. Jenny was sort of concerned
about Amy sleeping in the room right across from her though. It was a big
temptation, one Jenny must resist.
"Come on, I'll show you Kristie."
"Okay."
When they got downstairs she saw a girl, a very beautiful girl. This was
unexpected for Jenny.

"Kristie, this is Jenny, Jenny, this is Kristie, my best friend." Amy was
beaming. This would be great, having her best friend and the girl she
loved meet, and become fast friends. If only Kristie would stop looking
at Jenny that way...

"Hi." Jenny said, rather lamely, in her own opinion. The girls shook
hands, and Jenny had enough time in that brief moment to feel Kristie's
soft hands, and wonder if Amy's were that soft. Bad, don't think of her
like that! It will only lead to trouble!
"It's very nice to meet you." Kristie said with a sly look in her eye.
What is that supposed to mean? Jenny wondered.
Amy's thoughts were on the same path as Jenny's. Kristie was looking at
Jenny like prime beef, and it was bothering the crap out of Amy...


Later that night, Kristie was spending the night with Amy, while Jenny
was downstairs with Pat, learning how to waitress.
"So what do you think of Jenny?" Amy asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Kristie was not.
"I think she's great, really sexy."
"What?"
"Yeah, she's really hot. I would do her."
"What are you some sort of dike or something!?" Amy asked with disbelief.
She had never heard her friend talk like this about a girl.
"No, she's the first girl I've ever been attracted to sexually, it's not
like I like every hot girl I see. There's just something about Jenny that
hooks you, you know?"
Amy didn't know whether to agree or disagree. The statement was true, of
course, and it made Amy saddened. Her much more beautiful friend also
finds the first girl Amy ever loved infinitely beautiful. Even if Jenny
were gay, she would definitely choose Kristie over Amy. There was no way
to compete.
"I don't know, I've never liked a girl that way, and I didn't think you
ever would either." Amy said evasively. She didn't know why she was
hiding herself, probably to keep from getting hurt.
"Well, I'm not going to try and hide my sexuality. It's just not me. You
wouldn't want to either, if you ever liked a girl, even though it's not
likely you ever would, you're so perfectly strait."

"Crap!" Jenny said under her breath as she dropped another tray. It
wasn't that she was doing all that bad a job, it was just the rush she
was always in. If she didn't have to go so quickly, maybe she wouldn't
drop as much stuff. Pat and Andy definitely needed to hire some more
help. It's not like they could, though, since they didn't really have
that many customers.
And there was something else. Amy. Jenny couldn't stop thinking about
her, dreaming about her, wanting her. It was too much, Jenny couldn't
take much more of it. She had already decided that tonight she was going
to tell Amy about her love for her, and to hell with the consequences. It
had been a month, and Jenny couldn't get a grip on herself. It was as
though she were caught under a spell of some sort. Amy's eyes, face,
body, all awaited her in her dreams every night. It was a slow torture,
to know you love someone and they don't love you back. A torture she
would try and put a stop to.
Another thing Jenny was having a hard time with was Kristie. If Jenny
wasn't mistaken, she could be certain Kristie was coming on to her. And
not subtly, either. Just this morning Kristie had told Jenny that she
looked sexy today, and then grabbed her ass! Not something a person
normally does after knowing someone only a month (although Jenny wouldn't
have minded as much if it were Amy that had done it).
"It's all right, I like looking at your butt when you bend down to pick
it up anyway!" Kristie said, with a glint in her eye that could mean only
one thing. This was almost too much for Jenny, who was about to say
something to Kristie, when she was interrupted by Amy. A crying Amy.
"Stop talking about her like that!" Amy said as she started to cry. Then
she ran up the stairs. Jenny was right behind her, after yelling at
Kristie not to come up. When she got to Amy's room, Amy was on her bed,
crying, It felt like all of the sorrow of the world was brought down upon
Jenny when she heard Amy cry. She would have done anything to make her
feel better.
"What happened? What's wrong?" Jenny asked after nothing better came to
her head.
"Oh nothing, guess I'm just on my period or something, and really
emotional right now, he, he." Amy said, while wiping tears from her brown
eyes. At this point though, they almost looked black with anguish. Jenny
knew what she was doing. Trying to stop the conversation before it even
started.
"You're lying." Jenny said, rather harshly. She needed to know what was
wrong. It would kill her if she didn't. "Why were you angry that Kristie
came on to me? Let me guess, being gay grosses you out so much you would
yell at your best friend because she's a lesbian? That's sick, really
sick." Jenny said, and sounded in her own ears harsh. It just hurt her so
much that Amy could be repelled by gayness that anger swelled inside her,
even though when Amy started crying harder it made Jenny hurt like death
to have caused her pain.
"That's not-."
"Well let me tell you something," Jenny said, cutting Amy in
mid-sentence, "I don't think being gay is bad. In fact, I think being a
lesbian is hot!" Jenny said with a heated tone. At this Amy looked up.
Deep pools of the darkest chocolate eyes stared at her, watered with
tears. Then she looked down, and said something so softly that Jenny
could not hear it at all. By this time, Jenny was so frustrated, she
grabbed Amy's chin and jerked her forward within an inch of her own face,
and asked her what she had just said.
"I said being a lesbian doesn't bother me." Amy whispered.
"Then what is it, having a lesbian for a best friend freaks you out,
because that's not much better!" Jenny yelled.
"No, it just bothers me when Kristie comes on to you, that's all." Amy
softly said.
"Why is that?" Jenny whispered, after about a minute's silence. It seemed
the slightest noise reverberated off the wall ten times the normal
loudness. This was important.
"Because..."Amy started, then backed down, tears falling from her eyes.
"Because?" Jenny prompted.
"Because I love you. There, you happy? I love you so much it hurts to see
her all over you. I can't stand the thought of you two together. I dream
about you, almost every night. I love how you smile, how you laugh, how
your eyes change colors when you feel emotion, everything. When I think
of her kissing you, touching you, knowing you how I only should, I can't
breathe, the pain in my heart is so intense. I hate the fact that I don't
stand a chance with you, because all of the girls and guys in this town
will be all over you, and Kristie, the most beautiful girl in town, just
turned a lesbian when she saw you, so if you were to ever like another
girl, it would probably be her." Amy rambled, and probably would have
kept on rambling, if it hadn't been for the tears she saw in Jenny's
eyes. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make things awkward between us.
Don't cry, please. I can't stand to see it."
At this Jenny smiled.
"Don't you realize I'm happy? All I ever wanted was you." Jenny said, and
closed short the distance between both of their lips, and gave Amy the
sweetest kiss she had ever received. The only kiss she had ever received.
So soft, was all Amy could think. That first kiss was amazing. Neither of
the two girls used their tongue, only soft lips upon soft lips. Jenny
reached around and caressed Amy's hair. Both girls were in heaven,
because they both had wanted this since when they first laid eyes on each
other in the hospital. Amy put her hands on the other girl's soft cheeks,
just feeling the softness. It seemed all the tenderness of the world was
compounded into that one kiss.
When they pulled back, both could feel the other's breath upon their
cheek, and both had tears in their eyes. Though it was for different
reasons, Jenny soon found out.
"I can't do this." Amy said, sitting up off her bed. "I can't be a
lesbian. My parents..."
"We can make it work. Whatever we have to do, I'm willing, so long as
you're the one person I hold in my arms every night." Jenny said
hurriedly, trying to disperse any thoughts of doubt from Amy's mind.
"No, I can't." Amy was shaking her head now, trying to forget, trying not
to feel, but unable. The kiss replayed itself in her mind, over and over
like a broken record. The caresses, the touches, Jenny's lips, all of the
things that made it so special, couldn't be erased. But she wanted to
forget, wanted not to feel love for another girl. So she denied herself
the thoughts.
"Your parents will get over it, and it's not like we have to tell them
right away. You can't tell me you feel nothing for me. I won't believe
it, not after that kiss,"
"We didn't kiss! We didn't do anything! And if I feel something for you,
all it is is friendship." Amy said in total denial, while trying to leave
the room. Jenny wouldn't let her, and blocked her from the door.
"You're lying! Not two minutes ago you were telling me how you loved me!"
Jenny screamed, as tears ran down her eyes in streams.
"I just wanted to see whether or not you were a gross lesbian like
Kristie. I don't want you! I never have wanted you, and I never will!"
Amy screamed.
"But I love you." Jenny whispered, still crying.
"Then may God forgive you for your sins." Amy spat. But when she left,
Amy could not help but let out a sob at her poor loves pained expression.