I don’t think anyone really expects “lesbian” or anything like that to apply to them until it does.
Yeah, I guess so. Kind of hard to believe that you like the same gender when all along you thought you liked the opposite one.
[You pause for a moment after you finish saying this to question what to say next or whether or not you should even say anything else. This conversation isn’t bad so to say, but you wonder if it’s helping her any with her problem.]
If it turns out you do like girls, no one’s going to like you any less, you know. Not any of your good friends, at least.

I imagine that I’m now legally obligated to go out and get five piercings in places of my own choosing now that it turns out that it does.
That’s the general idea, though, yeah. I hadn’t given much thought to it, really, but when I fell for a girl for the first time, that thought rather quickly left my mind. I’m mostly just wondering…what to do now, especially without knowing her orientation, and knowing that the odds are stacked against me.
You nod; fortunately, growing up in a rather progressive state meant that your high school was very open on the issue.
I would certainly hope for no less. I, er, think I’m pretty sure about this one, though.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...