Don't Stop Looking for Love

I'll Be There

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"Hello."

"Hi Justin, it's Daph."

"Oh hi, what's up?"

"Well I need Molly's address; I'm sure you have it."

"Sure, it's 26 Justice Street, apartment 8B. But why do you need her address?"

"I need to talk to her."

"What about? Why don't you talk to me? I thought we could talk about anything."

"Yeah well this is kinda girl thing and although you're gay, you're not girly enough."

"Ha ha."

"Anyway, I have to go now, talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay, bye!"

"Bye!"

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Daphne was standing behind Molly's door but was afraid to ring the doorbell. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all', she thought and turned to leave but stopped. 'Fuck, this is going to be even harder the longer I wait.' She turned back to the door and rang the bell. After a few moments, Molly opened the door.

"Daphne, what a surprise! What are you doing here? Oh my God, has something happened to Justin? Or my mother?"

"No no, they're all right. I just came to see you. Are you busy?"

"No, please come in."

"Sorry I didn't call first."

"Oh that's okay, my book can always wait. Please sit down. You want something to drink - coffee, wine, water?"

"A glass of wine would be great if you have some."

"I have a bottle of white wine open; is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

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Molly went into the kitchen to get the wine and Daphne looked around and on the wall she saw a painting that looked familiar.

"Here," Molly said giving Daphne the glass.

"Thanks. Is that one of Justin's?" Daphne asked nodding towards the painting.

"Yeah, he gave it to me a few years ago."

"I don't think I've ever seen it before. It's kinda strange - I mean it looks like one of Justin's but it's so dark."

"Yeah, he was going through a rough time then; our dad was trying to turn him into straight again and Justin was furious at him. He painted his rage on the canvas and he told me that it made him feel a lot better."

After a brief pause Molly continued. "So, I guess you didn't come here to talk about Justin's art."

"Well no."

"So what is it?"

Daphne was shifting restlessly on the couch. "Well you remember the night at the GLC?"

"Yeah, it was less than a week ago."

"Well… I was a bit tipsy that night and…"

"… you want to forget it ever happened?" Molly said looking a bit sad.

"No!" Daphne exclaimed and jumped up and started to pace around the room. "Why would I want to forget it? It's just that I don't know what to think. I don't know who I am anymore!"

"Jeez, calm down! Sit down and take a deep breath."

"Okay," Daphne said and sat back on the couch.

"Better now?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"So, I guess the night at the GLC wasn't the first time you thought about these things, was it?"

"No."

"But you haven't talked to anyone, not even Justin?"

"No. I know he'd accept me for who I am but I just thought it would be awkward", Daphne explained.

"I understand."

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure."

"How long have you been… you know… bi? I mean, when did you realize that? Did it happen all of a sudden or bit by bit?"

"I guess I've always been bi but it really hit me when I fell for a girl in my class a couple of months ago."

"You did?"

"Yeah. Her name was Yvonne and she had the most beautiful green eyes."

"So, did anything come out of it?"

"Fortunately not."

Daphne looked puzzled.

"I found out that she was a total bitch before I did anything. I also realized that she's one of the biggest homophobes there at the uni so I guess she wouldn't have appreciated my come-ons."

"Maybe not," Daphne grinned.

"What about you? How did you realize that you weren't normal?" Molly asked rolling her eyes with the word 'normal'.

Daphne hesitated a moment. "It's stupid."

"I'm sure it's not - just tell me," Molly encouraged.

"Well I was watching the movie Titanic - you know the one with Leonardo di Caprio and Kate Winslet?"

"Yeah."

"There was this scene where they were… you know… making out."

"So?"

Daphne didn't answer right away but Molly decided to wait.

Daphne sighed. "I didn't know which one to look."

Molly raised her borrows.

"See, I told you it was stupid!" Daphne exclaimed.

Molly put her hand on top of Daphne's hand. "It's not stupid. Do you think no one else has ever experienced something like that? I just saw "Far and Away" and had the same problem with Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But then again, you can always look at both of them", Molly grinned.

"You're right, I didn't think it that way."

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"I guess I need to tell my parents and my friends."

"Only if you want to. You have no obligation to tell them your personal things. If you want to - tell but if you don't - don't."

"What if they ask?"

"Well, in my opinion, it's always better to just tell the truth. If you lie to people, it usually makes things more complicated. On the other hand, you might wanna consider to whom you tell - I mean I wouldn't tell the biggest homophobe first."

"How did your parents react when… oh yeah, I already know."

"Yeah, my dad went ballistic 'cause I was his last hope, so to speak. But mom, she was cool from the beginning; I guess she had had practice with Justin. I have a feeling that she actually knew about me even before I did myself."

"Really? How could she have known?"

"I guess it's the mother's instinct or something."

"I'm sure my parents will flip if I tell them about this. They always refer gays as "those people" or "well you know, them". They will be devastated when they find out that their only daughter is "one of them"."

"Well, sometimes parents can surprise you in a positive way."

"You think?"

"Yeah. But you need to remember that you live your life for you - not for your parents. You'll never be happy if you live your life like they want you to or the way you think they want. It's your life and you gotta live it. Your way."

"What about other people?" Daphne asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what will people think of me?"

"Do you care what people think?"

"Well… yeah."

"I've noticed that the majority of people take it well. Of course there are people who'll think that you're strange somehow but that's a thing you just have to accept. Most of my friends were totally okay when I told them. I know this might sound like a cliché but if they're truly your friends, they don't care."

Daphne sighed. "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right."

"You're just like your brother."

"I know," Molly grinned.

Daphne looked serious again.  "There's one thing though."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Me."

"You? What do you mean?"

"It's just that I'm not sure if I could walk on the streets holding hands with a woman. I don't know if I'd have the courage to do that. I mean it's hard enough to accept yourself as you are but it's a million times more difficult to show it to the world."

"Yeah it is but you just have to take one day at a time; I mean you don't have to do it all tomorrow. You know when you're ready."

"Do you really think everything will be okay?"

"Yeah. I can't promise it'll be easy or that you won't lose any of your friends but it'll be okay. One thing I can promise though: you'll always have Justin and me."

"Thanks," Daphne said with teary eyes.

"Oh come here," Molly said and pulled Daphne into a hug. "It's gonna be okay; you're not sick, you're just bi."

Daphne chuckled a bit.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes but then Daphne pulled back and brushed away a tear that had escaped onto her cheek. "Thanks Molly, I really appreciate your help. It was so good to talk to someone about this."

"That's okay; I know how you feel."

"Well, I guess I should get going. Jeez, is it so late already?"

Molly glanced at the clock; it was almost midnight. "Well it is kinda late. If you want, you're welcome to crash here."

"Ummm… I don't know…"

"I promise I won't ravish you," Molly smirked.

"It's not that; I just don't wanna intrude."

"Bullshit, you're not intruding. You can sleep on the couch; I'll get you the sheets and a blanket."

"Okay, thanks."

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Daphne tried to sleep but wasn't very successful. Finally she decided to get up and read something. As she was leafing through the magazines at the coffee table, she noticed some light coming from the bedroom and realized that Molly wasn't sleeping yet.

Daphne stood at the door and saw Molly reading a book. 'I didn't know Molly wears glasses; she looks so wise. And cute. Christ, stop that!' Daphne thought to herself. Molly was so concentrated on her book that she didn't notice Daphne.

"Do you sleep at all?" Daphne asked.

Molly jumped a bit. "Jeez you scared me!"

"Sorry."

"That's okay. Is something wrong?"

"No, not exactly; I just can't sleep. You know, too many thoughts in my head."

"Wanna ease the burden?"

"No, that's okay, I'm sure you wanna sleep already."

"I'm not tired," Molly said and lifted the blanket for Daphne to get in."

Daphne hesitated a moment.  "I promise I won't try anything," Molly said.

Daphne just rolled her eyes and got in.  Daphne and Molly talked a couple of hours until both of them drifted to sleep.

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The next morning

Daphne felt warm arms around her. 'This feels nice,' she thought. 'Wait, I live alone, there shouldn't be any arms around me; I must be still dreaming.' Then the phone started ringing. Daphne reached for the phone and answered it. "Hello," she said still half asleep.

"Molly?" asked the voice on the other end.

"No, it's Daphne. Is that you, Justin?" Daphne asked sitting up.

"Yeah, it's me. Why are you answering Molly's phone?"

"Justin, are you high? This isn't Molly's…" Daphne looked around and realized she wasn't at home and the phone wasn't hers. 'Shit!' Daphne turned around and saw Molly lying in the bed beside her. 'Fuck!' Daphne nudged her a bit and said: "It's Justin."

Molly took the phone and grunted: "What?"

"Good morning to you too, sis. Can you tell me why is Daphne answering your phone at this early in the morning?"

"None of your business."

"I know you keep your phone on the night stand and Daphne answered very quickly…"

"So?"

"So?! Is she in bed with you?"

"Yeah."

"Jeez Molly!"

"What?"

"Did you do it? Please tell me you didn't do it."

"And what if we did? It's not any of your fucking business!"

"Molly, please."

Molly gave a deep sigh. "I'm not accountable to you for my actions, nor is Daphne but if it makes you feel any better, no we didn't do it."

"Good."

"What do you mean good? You think I'm not good enough for her?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it. I just thought that maybe she isn't ready for that yet."

"And you'd know that because…"

"Well, I thought that… well it's new to her and…"

Molly chuckled a bit. "You know Justin, I think it's you that isn't ready."

"This has nothing to do with me."

"It doesn't? Well I have to disagree; you just can't imagine your best friend and your sister having sex and…"

"Eewww! Stop! I don't wanna hear it!"

Molly laughed and glanced at Daphne that looked horrified. "Umm… so… why did you call me in the first place?"

"Oh yeah, mom asked you to bring the bowl that grandma gave you to the Sunday dinner."

"Why?"

"Fuck if I know."

"Fine. Why didn't she call me herself?"

"She was busy with something, I don't know."

"Okay, anything else?"

"No, that's it."

"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, at seven."

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

Molly sighed. "Brothers!" she muttered.

Daphne looked guiltily at Molly. "I'm so sorry I answered your phone; I didn't realize where I was."

"That's okay."

"So I guess Justin wasn't exactly happy about this?"

"Well no but it's none of his business so don't worry about it."

"Okay. Ummm… I think I should leave now and let you get to your own plans."

"Do you need to be somewhere?"

"No."

"Well then you can stay at least for breakfast."

"Sure," Daphne said smiling.

"Great!"

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