My person

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The story in the beginning is going to go fast, mostly because I don't want it to be a slow burn and then I have to write boring chapters. But Enjoy this one ;).
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3 weeks later

I have a weird feeling about Y/n. I mean she is great. Over the past weeks we've become best friends. Our personalities are sort of the same. Like we both are super childish and always enthousiast, which makes it a lot more fun for me, knowing I can joke around with my roommate. She also likes to prank people and laughs at almost everything. I haven't seen her sad yet.

She made the beginning of college so much more bearable. I thought I was going to have to go through it alone. But now I made such a good friends, and I'm kind of already hoping I would never loose her. Not only her, but my other teammates are also very nice. We get along very well, though y/n and I are closer, since we are roommates and see each other more on a daily basis.

That's why I started noticing that Y/n sometimes act weird. I mean, she doesn't change with the rest of the team, which I mean I get it if you're insecure. But not only that, she also never changes here in the dorm. She always changes in the bathroom whens she is sure I cannot see her. She does the laundry, I've never been able to do it. She always takes it before I have a chance to do it. Which made me start thinking that she is hiding something from me. I don't know what, but I do know that I maybe want to talk to her. Not to pressure her into telling me, but to let her know that she can trust me and that she can talk to me.

Right now, I am waiting for her to get changed. We have practice in a couple of minutes and since I took a long time, which I admit wasn't my best moment here, Y/n now has to hurry to get dressed for practice.

"Y/n?", I yell, sitting on my bed. She is still in the bathroom and it had been quite for some time now. "Are you almost done? We have to get downstairs or we are going to be late".

She walks out of the bathroom, putting on her sweatshirt. She takes a seat on her bed to put on her shoes. "Yeah yeah. If you hadn't taken so long to get ready, we could've already been there", she chuckles lowly.

"I'm sorryyy", I whine and throw a dirty sock from my bed to her. "I know okay? I am sorry. I just lost track of time".

She shakes her head and laughs at me, throwing the dirty sock back which hits me right in the face. I make fake gestures that I am going to throw up because of the dirty smell of the sock. It may or may not be a sock from practice.

"It's okay Mal, but maybe you should start getting ready earlier the next time", she waves her hand dismissing me. We wall out of the door and I close it behind me, making sure I have my key with me. She wraps her arm around my shoulder as we walk to the field.

"Y/n? Can I ask something?", I ask carefully and look up at her. Something flashes behind her eyes but it went away quickly, leaving me wondering what is going on with her.

"Yeah sure, Mally. You can ask anything", she smirks at me, making me feel giddy inside.

"Right. Uhm are you hiding something, 'cause I mean. You never change in front of me and I get that, you don't have to do that if you're not comfortable. But I just found it weird that you do change your shirt in front of me, but not the rest. And then you don't want me to do the laundry, and I noticed a boxershort on your side of the room. Sooo I mean are you-.... are you trans?".

"What? No", she chuckles, but she takes her arm of my shoulder and rubs her hands against her short. "Maybe I just don't trust you fucking up our clothes. Cmon Mal, we have to go".

She starts running, leaving all my questions unanswered. I know I went straight to the issue and shouldn't probably have done that. But I'm worried about her and I won't judge her. She is my best friend.

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Y/n had been ignoring me the whole time during practice. I know that the others saw it, and must think that we are fighting or something but I know we are not right? Maybe I pushed her a little but too hard.

She was in her head the whole time and couldn't really focus on the exercises. Even though she still played well, you could see that something was wrong.

I walk up to her, after we had changed. She was packing her bag, just putting away her dirty clothes into her soccer bag. "Y/nn? Can we talk".

She looks up at me, a little unsure, but nods and follows me to somewhere where nobody is. We could see our teammates joking and laughing with each other.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I pushed too hard and I crossed boundaries. I'm just worried about you. And I wanted to let you know that you can talk to me, but maybe I didn't really chose my words right. I'm sorry", I apologise and hang my head low.

"Mal, it's okay. I'm just- I uh"

Before she can say what she wanted to say, Jessie walks up to us. "Hi. I didn't want to interrupt anything, but Y/nn could you maybe help me with my homework", she asks shyly and scratches her head. The short haired girl in front of my nods her head.

"We will talk later", she mumbles and waves at me before following Jessie, probably going to her dorm to do homework.

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I am in my dorm room texting my teammates from the USWNT. I am still waiting for Y/n to return to our dorm. She is still with Jessie.

Squirrel: MALLY! Just 4 weeks until next camp. I am excited to see youuuuu!

I laugh at her antics. I do miss my teammates. Especially Christen. We text everyday though, just catching up and stuff. We talk about Y/nn and school and stuff.

Mal: I knew you couldn't live without me😉 I miss you too 🐿

The door of my dorm opens and Y/n walks in. She puts her stuff away and sits down on her bed. "Are you uhm busy?", she asks and tilts her head to the side.

"No. Do you wanna talk?"

"Yes please"

I sit straighter, ready for her to start talking.

"Okay uhm. I uhm- I am not trans. I am intersex. So basically, I am a girl but with uhm male genitalia. I am sorry I didn't tell you and I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore. I know I am a freak, just please don't tell anybody else", tears start to fall from her eyes. It breaks my heart to see my best friend like this.

"No y/nn. You are not a freak", I say and walk to her. I pull her in a hug, letting her cry it out on my shoulder. "You are my best friend and it doesn't matter what you have in your pants".

I hug her tighter. She wraps her arms around my waist and buries her head in my neck. "I am sorry".

I pull back and take her face in my hand. I wipe away her tears with my thumbs. "Y/nn, don't bee sorry. You've done nothing wrong", I kiss her forehead lovingly.

"Know do you want to cuddle and watch Lilo & stitch?", I ask excitedly as I pull back. She laughs and dries her tears.

"Yes please"