Pom-poms and Guitar picks (gxg) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1

Ruby Rose as Kingsley

Kingsley's pov

*BEEP BEEP*

"Ugh" I groan as I move over to shut my alarm off. It's today. Today is the day I have been slowly waiting for since I had gotten the news. Today is the day I move to my new state. I already have all my belongings boxed up and ready to move. I got dressed and put on black skinny jeans and slipped on an AC/DC shirt. Once dressed, I checked if everything was in its rightful box.

"Do you have everything?" My mother called as she came walking into my practically empty apartment. 

I was able to live on my own despite still being in high school because I had gotten a job as a music writer at the age of 14. I had always had an easy way with words. One day, when I was doing a street performance, a music producer came up to me and asked if I was interested in making music for real. So that brings us to the present where I'm currently moving down to Dallas, Texas to some big-time recording studio.

"Yes, I do. and I double-checked already." I reassured her. I knew she was looking out for me but it was still a little annoying. Still, I know it must be hard to see your daughter move from one side country to the other.

"Make sure to say hi to your uncle for me."

 My uncle already lives down in Texas, which is the main reason why my mom even allowed me to move to Texas in the first place. She thought it would be better for me if I at least had some supervision while I was down there just so I wouldn't get into trouble. So I've gotten into some fights here or there but it's never been anything I couldn't handle.

"Yeah ok I will" and just like that, I was off.

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Before long, I was on the plane headed to my new home. It was uneventful and I had landed in Dallas about 4 hours later. Once I had gotten through airport security, I got my bags from the baggage carousel and dragged them along. I had to use the bathroom so I stopped there. I finished in the bathroom and was about to head to the rental area when someone suddenly bumped into me.

"Oof!" I gasped. I looked and saw a beautiful girl standing at about 5'5 with silky blonde hair. She stood there, tipping her head down in some kind of bowing motion.

"Oh geez! I'm so sorry I didn't see where I was going and I ran into you!" She apologized profusely.

"Oh yeah, It's ok I guess." I didn't know what to say. Nor did I care. I had other places to be and I didn't have time for interactions. 

When she finally looked up at me, I saw her face. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had little freckles all over her face and these bright blue glowing eyes that reminded me of the sky when it's clear and doesn't have a cloud in sight. I then trailed down to her lips that looked so full and plump. I was so fixated on the beauty of her face, that I didn't realize she had looked taken back.

"Uh... this is the women's restroom, you know." And there it is. I was waiting for that.

 Since about the age of seven, I had always been getting misgendered because of my short hair and clothing choices. Most girls picked on me for it and a lot of their parents were disgusted by it, but it's never been a bother. It's actually quite amusing. It's even more satisfying to see the look of sheer terror on some girl's faces when I tell them that I'm not only gay, but I'm also genderfluid as well.

"Oh really? I had no clue. I thought this was a Caribou's" I didn't mean to be crude, but I needed to get moving. 

She just stood there with a puzzling look on her face. I assume she was trying to figure out why a "guy" was in the girl's bathroom. Her face changed to a moment of realization, and that's when I knew she figured out I was a girl. Or at least biologically. She still hadn't said anything yet so I waved my hands in her face to see if she'd finally snap out of whatever trance she was in.

"Uh hello? Earth to girl." That seemed to bring her back to reality. She slapped my hands out of her face and replied to me.

"Listen, miss so-and-so, you can't blame me for assuming. You genuinely look like a dude." She stated in her sweet, Texan accent, obviously fed up with my sarcastic response to her. I mean, that sorta is the point though, I thought to myself. She had one hand on her hip while the other one jabbed me in the center of my chest. I could already tell that she has quite the attitude. 

"Do I at least look hot?" I asked as I cocked my eyebrow and then flashed her a smile. 

She had this look that said, "are you insane?" and I had to resist the urge to laugh. She tried to look away, so I lifted her chin so she was looking up at me. I could see the faint tint of blush on her cheeks, indicating that her real answer would be yes, but I could tell she didn't want to tell me that.

"Yeah, like a hot mess!" She shoved me back and stormed out of the bathroom. To be fair, it was a genuine question. Could she really get mad at me for asking such a question? I mean, she didn't say no and technically said yes. So that counts, right?

I stood there, trying to process what just happened. This drop-dead gorgeous girl bumps into me, apologizes, assumes I'm a guy, and then gets upset at me and storms off. She's a complete stranger who has no idea who I am, and yet there's just something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it was her freckles, or her long blonde hair, or those damn eyes. Whatever it is, I like that girl.

After a good 10 minutes of trying to look for her, I eventually got tired and gave up and went to rentals to go get my rental car to use before I actually buy one. Once I went through all of the paperwork, I was escorted to my rental car, which was a 2009 jet black Mustang gt. 

"Holy fuck this car is sick!" I said with excitement as I got into the car and started the engine. Just hearing it start-up and idle was enough to make me wish this car was mine.  Well maybe I'll just have to buy one once I can I thought to myself. I drove to my new studio apartment and after about half an hour of driving, I was there. I got out of the car and headed into the apartment building. 

"Your room number is 311," The receptionist told me as she handed me my room key. I thanked her as I took the key and headed up to the designated place.

 I got up to the room, which was on the third floor, and opened it. It was one bed, one bath type of apartment. I proceeded to unpack the little baggage I had. Currently, I don't have a bed so I  unrolled a sleeping bag and unzipped it. Once I got undressed, I got into the sleeping bag and tried to get some sleep. 

My thoughts soon drifted to the girl I had met today. The way her hair flowed over her shoulders. How her eyes were practically glowing. Most of all, that attitude she had. Whatever it is, she's something else. It doesn't matter what crazy things she makes me feel. There's no doubt, I want to see that girl again. 

Hey guy, gals, and non-binary pals, just letting you know that this is my first story so there might be some spelling mistakes and plot holes. I will try my best to make this good and grow with this experience. comment, vote, and lmk what y'all think!    ~R