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The duo planned it out, and after leaving their homes, they ran into each other.
“Oof,” Amy groaned as she landed on the group with Hartley on top of her. She immediately blushed, feeling her best friend’s face on her chest.
“Amy!” Hartley shot up but held Amy down gently.
“Hartley,” Amy smiled at her crush and blushed at how Hartley held onto her.
“Amy, I need to tell you something.”
“I also need to tell you something, but can we please get up? This isn’t the best position for talking, especially about what I want to talk to you about.” Amy emphasized a few sections, and Hartley soon stood up, helping Amy up as she did.
They held hands as they headed over to the porch swing, sitting together in their usual spots.
Hartley took a deep breath. “Amy, do you mind if I go first?”
“Not at all, Hartley. Go ahead.” Amy smiled softly at her best friend.
Hartley smiled, thanking her with her smile.
“Thanks, Ames”
Harley took a deep breath before saying, “I’m bisexual. I recently figured it out but also came to terms with something else. I love you, Amy—more than just you being my best friend. I love Amy. I love you so much. Please know I don’t want to ruin our friendship with this. I will always love you even if you don’t reciprocate it.” Hartley looked at her best friend and was shocked to see tears in her eyes and a knowing smile also full of love in her eyes.
“I wanted to tell you the same thing, except I’m a lesbian. I love you so much, Hartley. I was so worried about how you would react to it.” Amy pulled Hartley into a hug, but then Hartley pulled Amy into a deep kiss.
They kissed for a few seconds, and when they broke, both were red and smiling.
“Hell of a first kiss, Hartley.”
“Wait, was that your first kiss?”
“Yep. Damm, I’m glad you gave me my first kiss.” Amy giggled and kissed Hartley again.
Immediately after kissing, they cuddled up on the swing, Hartley laying on Amy’s chest.
“So does this make us girlfriends?” She asked quietly, playing with Amy’s fingers draped on her stomach.
“If you want it to be, I'm game with that. I love you, Hartley, so much.” Amy looked down at her, smiling widely
“I love you too, Amelia Madden. My wonderful girlfriend.” Hartley knew that saying her “real name” would get a rise out of Amy but still said it carefully.
“I could get used to that sound, but no one calls me Amelia.” Amy loved the sound of Hartley saying her name but wouldn’t let her use Amelia. She regrets the day Hartley learned her new name was Amelia, not just Amy.
“Deal.” Hartley leaned up, and Amy kissed her gently.
They had found love