“Thanks,” he mumbled. “I really needed that.” He paused fora moment, staring into space. “The two-timing little bitch...” hehissed in a low voice as if talking to the wall instead of to hispretty blonde neighbor. Linda flinched involuntarily from his words and the tone ofhis voice, but did not protest his using them out of considerationfor his obviously distressed and worried condition. “W — who do you mean?” she stammered, not able. He is 21, he has dirty blonde hair and blues eyes. He is a swimmer so he has a body to die for, I've fancied Callum since I was 16 but I'd never admit it. "Right, I have to go get changed then clearly," I said laughing, making my way to the stairs "You don't have to on my account, if you want to stay like that I have no complaints." Callum laughed, I shot him a look, laughed and made my way to my room. I caught Callum's eyes following me for as long as he could. When I reached my room I shut. "We're still friends aren't we?" Well yes," said Sally. "But admitting you like those that are the same as you, well, not everyone can be so understanding."Jill looked at Sally and smiled. "I think it's wonderful. I've always wanted a lesbian friend, now I know I've always had one." You really don't hate me?" asked Sally."Why would I?" said Jill. "You're still the same Sally I've known for years, aren't you?"Jill hugged her friend tightly. Sally smiled in relief and said, "Yes, I guess I am.". You can bet he was the most gifted player in his neighborhood, on his Little League or Pop Warner team. He was probably the best player on his High School team and that in many cases, the best player in his city or town if he was from a non-metropolitan area. You might feel, and you should, that you are the best at what you do, but remember that if you make the team there are 40 plus others who feel the same way. It's not going to be easy anymore and the difference in getting a fair chance on.