🌻🔷🔹|"I'm not one of you..."|🔹🔷🌻

Haley had never really been into boys.

Sure, in highschool she went on a few dates with jocks, but that just came with the territory of being as popular as her. But they really meant nothing. She just though she hadn't met the right one.

Until she met you.

You'd just moved to town after inheriting your grandfather's farm, and... You were beautiful.

But... You were another woman. And although Haley had no problem with people, she refused to accept the fact that she wasn't straight, no matter how many times you'd make out in her dark room, or how you'd always grow sunflowers for her and she'd always give you polaroids she took with poetry written on the back.

And you're starting to get tired of her pretending she's something she's not.