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Sitting across from her bedroom window looking outside, Annie looked longingly at her next-door neighbor, Britta. Annie and Britta are just almost about each other's ages and go to the same high school. They have seen each other around here and there often in the hallways or when they have any classes they're in together, but not once did they ever converse or get to know each other, just between the both of them alone and absolutely nobody else involved.
Annie would admire Britta from her clear open window during the day and before she would go to sleep at night. Britta has beautiful blonde locks of twisted curly hair, looking bright and radiant as the sun itself. Her greenish-grey irises lit up and sparkled as the stars do, her pink plump juicy lips never cracked or chapped, and her natural soft blush visible on each side of her face. Britta looked like a confident young woman, ready to take on anything that blocked her way, as would many others who come from long lines of daughters, wives, and mothers.
Annie knows she shouldn't be staring at Britta through the window until the late hours of the night, while also hoping that she would not get busted by the blonde or her strict, expecting parents. There was something about the blonde that just kind of caught her eye, but doesn't know what - well, definitely not her looks or her body, though she seems to be fairly decent.
Every afternoon after school is out, Annie would waste no time in completing her assigned homework to finish on time to watch Britta view herself in the mirror from her window every night from 9:30 to 10:00, and before going to bed, the petite brunette recorded her thoughts about the hot blonde in her diary, though the fear of her parents flipping through the written pages still lingered within.
Annie imagined impossible scenarios with Britta that she knows which may probably never happen while she was asleep, surrounded by her stuffed animals. The petite brunette thought that someday she would like to become friends with the blonde and saw the both of them just simply being females together, doing normal feminine things.
One weekend, Annie's parents told their daughter that they would be going to Bar Harbor in Maine for a couple weeks, and trusted her to look after herself and maintain things at home. After a hug from her father and a kiss on the forehead from her mother, the petite brunette is left by herself as soon as she shut the door closed and turned the lock. Annie embraced the comfortable silence in her house and she got right to work on fishing for house chores. She did three loads of laundry, vacuumed the basement and living room, and finally readied some noodles for dinner.
The wafting smell of the noodles from the slightly opened kitchen window appeared to have reached Britta's half-open bedroom window, the hot blonde's nose inhaling the pleasant aroma of noodles, expecting them to be vegan. As she had nothing to eat in her own kitchen, Britta thought it won't be too bad to go over next door to her neighbor and ask for some food, as her stomach growled of hunger, and that's exactly what she'd did. Britta hoped her next door neighbor better not be a pervert or murderer, and mentally braced for the worst as she rung the doorbell which sounded inside the house.
Very much so to the blonde's relief washing over her, the door swung open that revealed a girl just about her age. Yep, she was Annie, the pretty brunette with eyes greenish-grey that'd sparkled like the stars, her pink plump juicy lips never cracked or chapped, and her natural soft blush was visible on each side of her face. Starting off with formal greetings, the brunette lead the blonde inside her house, and offered the latter a plate of noodles. Britta loves her plate of noodles normal and original, minus whatever special sauce or extra ingredients mingling in such a fine dish.
After the noodles, Annie and Britta actually sat together with each other and even talked for the first time. Annie likes Taylor Swift, anything exploding with colors and radiance, stuffed animals, routine, while Britta is fond of Lana Del Ray, vintage, feminist movies, and activism. Just like this, they continued to keep on talking and laughing for hours on end as girls must.
Britta wasn't surprised when Annie announced that she's a lesbian, as that gave the blonde a possible opportunity to really be with her more, neither was Annie when Britta is bisexual.
Like this, a friendship blossomed between the duo as days, weeks, and even months passed by, eventually blossoming into a romance. Annie admitted to Britta for having watching her outside her bedroom window, which was weird and very stalker-ish like, but, since it's Britta, however, it was not at a more higher degree, not that Annie would go to new heights at that.
Enrolled in Greendale Community College, Annie found herself in Group Study Room F with five other individuals who are just as flawed as her, and one among them was Britta, whom she thought she would never see again, and vice-versa, as both the blonde and the brunette sat across from each other, small smiles crossing their faces. They both knew they're going to be all right with one another, make it work, and get things started despite their opposites.