∞ are you gonna kiss me or not , [karishma]

[dimitria]

What Dimi had never told anyone was that she had liked Kari for the last couple months. She was the official group lesbian, way out of the closet and proud. The funny part was, she was the one in the group that got hit on the most. Everyone knew that Ily was going to be with Zan forever, Jaz tended to act like a bit of a prude since she hooked up with Ian, and Kari was the group nun, as most guys put it. Even if Dimi was a lesbian, she was the one that most guys hit on. She was gorgeous, no doubt, and every guy was dead set on trying to make her straight. She had been out of the closet since she was thirteen, and she was not about to change her sexuality just for some stupid guy who she would never see again. Hooking up wasn't her thing. Dimi actually did attend church, ever Sunday to be exact. It had been where her and Kari had first started talking years ago. They had a class together here or there, and went to church.. So it was only right that they ended up becoming best friends. The crush was just something that Dimi couldn't control.

Streamers were hung, balloons were floating, music was blasting, and drinks were being served. The Moore house was going to be a mess in the morning, but Dimi didn't care. Her birthday party was well under way, and she was on her second drink. The buzz was settling in, but it wasn't enough for her to make a huge mistake. Usually she didn't drink much, but she was officially seventeen. Even if seventeen wasn't a huge important age, she was just glad for it to be her birthday. Skipping over to Kari in her heels, she wrapped an arm around her waist and sipped her drink, looking around at everyone partying. "Kare, come dance!" she practically had to yell over the music. Dimi looked pretty damn good, and she wanted to show it off on the dance floor. Kari was her favorite of the friends, even if it was mean to pick favorites, and everyone knew that. She'd been asked a couple times if they were dating, but she said no every time. Dimi hadn't actually dated anyone in a while -- not since her crush on Kari developed. Pushing the though aside, she put her empty cup on an end table and pulled Kari out toward the dance floor.

[karishma]

i know you're no good for me ,

Virgin Kari. It was a nickname she was all too used to being called, walking down the halls or past the football team. Or right now when Ben Rogers, who had had obviously too much to drink ran past Karishma. He stopped a moment to grab at her hemline and yank it down. 'Nice Sunday dress,' he'd slurred at her before being pulled aside. Kari thought of herself as a Christian in her actions--she had probably the highest morality of any high school girl. She was a good person, she was at the top of her class, on the way to Ivy League, on the field hockey team, volunteered at the church and hospital. She was every parent's dream. But there were moments were she let her self slip, just take a break from her perfect life. Like now, as she held a pop bottle mixed with Pepsi and Captain Morgan. It certainly was made more of the soda than the drink, and I'm sure most people were aware of that. But still, these were baby steps for Karishma Russell.

After the incident with Ben, Kari had in a moment of feeling completely uncomfortable moved towards the wall. She was talking to a girl in her AP Chemistry class when she felt an arm slip around her waist. Her first thought was Ben Rogers was back for more, but she was relieved when she heard the voice. "Of course, birthday girl." She smiled at Dimi, taking a sip from her bottle before setting it on the table beside her best friend's. She laced her fingers with Dimitria's as she followed her to the floor, feeling butterflies in her stomach for a moment. Either way, she pushed it aside and slowly let loose, dancing.

outfit!

[dimitria]

Guys were pricks. They pushed and pushed until they got what they wanted, and that was one of the reasons that Dimi was so open about her sexuality. Even Ian had tried to sleep with her once, just to see if he could. However, she had gotten out of it and left him with a hand print on his face. That had been a fun one to tell Kar, Ily, and Jaz about. 'How was the party?' "Oh, y'know.. Slapped Ian across the face for hitting on me.. The usual." Dimi had laughed so hard at it after it had happened, but it hadn't been exactly a happy thought when it happened. Dimi just wished that teenage guys weren't so persistant about her being wrong about her own sexuality. They were wrong to think she was, because she had known for four years now and that wasn't about to change. She'd slept with a guy once when she was fifteen, and it just.. Wasn't right. After that she went to church, confessed, and became a born again virgin. Kari had helped her through that, because Dimi had just felt so lost after that. She felt disappointed in herself for letting a guy trick her, and she was more certain than ever that she was a lesbian.

On her way over to Kari, Dimi got a few birthday wishes and a few random comments, but she didn't listen to most of them. There was a table with presents sitting on it, but Dimi probably wouldn't even unwrap them until the morning, probably. Half of them were probably joke presents anyway. Most people didn't even bother bringing a present, but quite a few had. Not that Dimi needed presents. Smiling widely at Kari, she laced her fingers with her friend's and fought back the butterflies dancing in her stomach. They flared up whenever she held her hand like that. Sighing quietly, she draped her arms over Kari's shoulders loosely and began to dance to the fast paced song. She let the music move her as it played, until the song ended and a new one came on. Only difference was, this one was slower. Dimi blinked and looked over to the DJ, shrugging and looking back to Kari to see if she stayed to dance.

outfit ,

[karishma]

It started so young, and Karishma was angry about that. The garbage we're taught. About love, about what's 'romantic.' She had looked at so many of the so called romantic figures in books and movies. People never stopped and thought how many of them would cause serious and drastic unhappiness after The End. Why are sick and dangerous personality types so often shown a passionate and tragic and something to be longed for when those are the very ones you should run for your life from? Think about it. Heathcliff. Romeo. Don Juan. Jay Gatsby. Rochester. Mr. Darcy. From the rigid control freak in The Sound of Music to all the bad boys some woman goes running to the airport to catch in the last minute of every romantic comedy. She should let him leave. Time was so valuable, and Kari looked at these guys--depressive and moody and violent and immature and self-centered. And what about the big daddy of them all, Prince Charming? What was his secret life? We dont know anything about him, other then he looks good and comes to the rescue. It was all fiction and all stupid--it left Kari never looking for love.

Karishma had given Dimitria charm for her present, given to her at exactly 12am. It was for a bracelet she had given to her way back, for her tenth birthday. The first year she had given her a small silver lock as a char and ever since then, every Christmas and birthday gift from Karishma had always consisted of a small silver charm. This year, Kari had bought her best friend a small key, for the last spot on the bracelet. This was the most the girl had smiled in a while, just letting the music flow through her and being close to one of the most important people in her life. She hadn't even noticed the music slow down until she looked down at Dimi. Of course she would have stayed to dance, just like how she wold slow dance with Dimitria at school dances. Kari slipped her arms around her waist, grinning. "I think Frankie over there was going to ask you to dance. Thought I'd save you."

[dimitria]

Everywhere that Dimi went, she wore the charm bracelet that Kari had gotten for her years ago. She always kept a really close eye on it, as well. One time she thought she lost it, and she busted into tears, searching for it for hours just to find it under a blanket in her bed. All of the spots were finally filled, and Dimitria was a little curious what Kari would do for presents now. She couldn't picture a birthday or Christmas being a holiday without getting another cute little silver charm the dangle from her wrist. Nobody else's presents ever compared to those simple little charms that were currently causing a little clinging sound on her wrist with ever movement. Whenever Dimi had a girlfriend and she asked if she could buy her a charm for her bracelet, Dim was just a little too quick to turn it down. The charm bracelet was her and Kari's thing. Just like how for every holiday she got Kari a little puzzle piece that was coming into a collage of the two of them over the years. It was creative, which not many people would expect from the blonde.

At almost every single school dance, Dimi would promise Kari to save her at least one dance, which would usually turn into two or three to save each other from awkward dance partners. Dimitria could only think of one dance that she hadn't danced with Kari, and that was one she went with an ex girlfriend. The girl wouldn't let Dimi breathe. She was so possessive, hardly letting Dim see her friends outside of school. As you could guess, that relationship didn't last very long, and right after she ran over to have a girls' night with Kari, watching sappy movies and reading medical articles. Giggling lightly at Kari's comment, she tightened her grip a little over her shoulders and swayed to the music with her. "Well thanks for saving me, then. I don't want any of his boy cooties," she joked, laughing.

[karishma]

Karishma's mother told her it was better to let God pick out a man for you. After all, we don't do too great of a job finding the right one ourselves. They wound up like lipsticks in your drawers, all the wrong shades. Kari had her own collection of used lipsticks, but she'd stopped after her last boyfriend. It wasn't that she was the type of girl that was constantly on the prowl for a boyfriend, sometimes a relationship just seemed to work out. But at that point, Kari was ready to go solo, at least for a little while. She wasn't going to try out another shade on her lips. She was going to take this time for herself, spend more time at church and concentrate on her marks. University wasn't too far off anymore.

Dancing with Dimi was simple, it was easy. It felt right, in the way being around a friend should. But Karishma had always just felt more comfortable around her, than Ilyssa and Jasleen, but she just brushed it off. Dimitria was her best friend, of course she'd feel the most free around her. "I heard he has a little more than cooties," Kari giggled before the song ended. She paused for a moment before grabbing Dimi's hand. "Let's go somewhere a little more quiet."

[dimitria]

As much as Dimi believed in God, she didn't leave her love life in the hands of him. Dimi was a live in the moment kind of person. She liked to strive for some things, but a lot of the time she just went with the flow. If she started having feelings for someone, she'd make a move ( other than Kari ). Flirting, asking people out, that kind of stuff, was just something that came easy for Dimi. She hesitated sometimes if she couldn't tell about a girl, but she always at least tried. Her gaydar was basically non-existent, so there was no point in not taking a shot. A lot of girls acted gay, and Dimi had learned at most were at least a little bicurious, but a large amount were straighter than a ruler even when they pretended they weren't. It was confusing.

Everything with Kari just felt natural. She was her closest friend who knew every little thing about her, so it was only normal that she was completely comfortable with the other girl. Dimi couldn't remember a single time she had felt awkward around Kari. Laughing at Kar's joke about Frankie, Dimi nodded. "Probably. He's a creep." Giggling as well, she listened to the music stop, another room shaking, bouncing song coming on. Nodding again, Dimi pulled Kari toward her room. She raised her eyebrow at the couple just sitting on her bed. "Get out of my room, creeps." She had a do not enter sign on the door, but nobody ever really paid attention to those at parties. Dim hated to think that guys were doing stuff with girls on her bed, so she shook the thought away and let the two leave before shutting her door and sitting on her bed. "Much better. Sound proof room, for the win." Giggling lightly, Dimi layed back on her bed, staring up at the glow in the dark star stickers above her bed.