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If there’s one thing Amanda knows, it’s that she likes girls. She is attracted to women. She is gay. She is finally out of the closet and mending her relationship with her dad.
But then.
She does like girls, is the thing. Cat, Laura, the hot woman from that trashy movie she watched with her mom once.
So then, why does she keep thinking about him?
She remembers what Darren told her that night at Zipper’s. That Nate likes anyone, regardless of gender. Amanda didn’t even know that was an option, but she supposed it made sense. She doesn’t remember always having crushes on girls — she remembers she did actually like Kevin S., but that was before she found out how horrible of a kisser he was.
But even if that’s true, that she has liked guys before, why didn’t she like Ken’ichi or Adam? They were…fine. K was a bit of an asshole, and Adam…well, she doesn’t want to think about that.
The obvious answer is Cat. It always comes back to her. Kisses six through eight were done out of jealousy and yearning, trying to forget about Cat and the shitty things she says.
But now Cat’s gone, and she’s finally learning to let go. And now Nate’s in front of her, holding a poster with Sam Orham on it, calling her amazing, and then they’re kissing.
So, yeah. Amanda is definitely not straight, but she’s definitely not a lesbian, either. And that’s okay, even if her mouth tastes like weird ketchup chips now.