(A/N: I have a friend with the same name as Ethan, except it's spelled Eathan- so look out for that mistake lol. Also, I originally forgot to write a title for this chapter *sigh* my memory)
The next day, Dakota arrived at homeroom to the same sight: Soap getting her morning hair-do from Ethan. Ethan was staring almost lovingly at her as she ranted about something-or-the-other; he very patiently listened.
Dakota almost hated to show up because, not only did he feel like a third wheel, but he also wanted to give Ethan some time with Soap alone. He was rooting for the guy to get his crush.
He eventually sat down and was greeted by his friends. He was used as Soap's therapist, talking about her mom and how she is unsure of identifying as non-binary when it came to her.
"I looked it up last night, and I just loved it. It felt like me, you know?" she said, "I don't want to be a gender. Not anymore. I want my pronouns to be they/them! And I just feel like my mom is going to kick me out for it." She popped her gum.
Ethan kissed her head after he was done with his braid, which caused Soap to flinch and give him an odd look- she wasn't a touchy-feely person.
"You can come live with me then," he replied, "My mom and dad would love to have you around And they'll accept you too. They took my pansexuality like a piece of cake- and my first boyfriend too. They loved him. Sure, identifying by a different gender or no gender might be different than sexuality- but I think they could handle it."
"Aw, thanks, Ethe," she smiled, "You're a good friend, you know that?" Ethan smiled widely at the compliment, and Dakota raised his eyebrow.
"What about me?" he asked, scoffing.
"Kota, let me break it to you," she sighed, shaking her head as if she were about to deliver a terrible diagnosis, "But you're boring."
"...what?" Dakota huffed, "I'm not boring."
"You are," she nodded, "You used to be a bad b**ch, but then Lenore came around. And now, you are boring as hell. You caught Lenore's disease."
"My what?" Lenore asked as she popped up, then she shook her head, "Nevermind. Babe? I have to go to Mr. Foust's room and ask him a question about the homework, okay?" She kissed Dakota on the cheek. "Have a good day!" She turned to leave, but before she moved, Dakota called her back.
"Hey! My mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight..." he started, "Do you want to come over?"
She smiled.
"Yeah, sure. I have something I need to tell you anyway," she waved a small goodbye and left the homeroom.
"Ugh, see what I mean? Boring," Soap replied, "You two sounded like a couple plucked out of every teen romance in existence."
"More importantly," Ethan pointed out, "Why does she get invited to your house before we do? Last time I checked, we were in your life longer."
"Exactly," Soap supported, "Do tell." They looked at him expectantly. Dakota rolled his eyes.
"You two have too much chaotic energy for my already-chaotic house," he explained. Soap shrugged.
"Fair point, I guess," she- no- they replied, "But I still want an invitation soon. Got it?"
"Understood," Dakota nodded dutifully.
Then, the bell rang for the first period of the day.
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He had met up with his friends and girlfriend again for lunch, where they sat at the same table they usually do.
Lenore had always sat with Dakota's friends- to Soap's displeasure- because he refused to sit with her friends; the first and only time he did, he felt severely out of place, and- in fact- Lenore also said she felt out of place sitting at her table that day.
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