"My new binder is here!!" Jay squealed through the phone; I could practically feel his happiness all the way on this end of the phone.
"Are you kidding me?!" I practically yelled into the phone, now fully infected with his cheerfulness.
"Yeah, my chest is super flat and it's great!" CRASH. I heard a loud distortion and then silence.
Oh, Jay. He probably dropped the phone from excitement- maybe it's broken.
I sighed and looked around my messy room, hoping Jay didn't actually break his phone again and that maybe, just maybe, the connection was simply lost, or the call disconnected, the signal lost, or the phone faulty. But hope for me is a place uncharted. So I sat in silence, waiting for a call. Nothing happened, and I really couldn't contain my happiness for Jay, so I snuk out.
My parents are practiced Catholics with strict rules for me, meaning I have no freedom whatsoever. That's why I'm a good girl- I'm daddy's favorite. He's saved for Harvard; he knows I'll make it. I'm good at school, I'm never truant. I can speak French, I'm somewhat fluent. I study hard in my room every night- or at least that's what my parents assume- but I sneak out the window to meet with my boyfriend. But after all, good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.
And today's not a good day to get caught. Maybe next time, parents.
Jay and I have a special connection and I just know we are both thinking the same thing, so we meet. We meet in an abandoned park by a lake. We have different meeting places, especially for situations when I need to sneak out, which is quite often, but we don't have certain rules or a set schedule for where we meet and when- no, that would be stupid. That would give us away easily- we are far more discreet. Plus, we don't need any of that. We simply know what we're thinking. It's like we have a connection from spending out whole lives together.
Jay's parents are also practiced Catholics, but in contrast to mine, they only fake it. They don't really care much what their daughter does, or that their daughter is actually a ftm trans boy; they care more about appearing to be a perfect family well within the standards of modern society and religion. And really, that's a huge benefit to our relationship because my parents choose and arrange my friendships, and they chose him to be my best friend. Ever since we were kids, we were controlled by our parents, Jay, or Jamia as she was called at the time, with a lot more freedom than me of course, but that's the way it was. I wouldn't have it any other way.
"You look great, Jay!" He pulled me into a hug and kissed me right after thanking me. We only kissed briefly because we were both raised as Catholics, and really, it does have some impact on you. We never do anything physical much more than hugging and soft pecks on the lips and even though our catholic set minds attempt to force us to stop, we never let them, because the right outweighs the wrong, and deep down, despite all the catholic teachings we've received, we feel that love is love and God is okay with that.
Only we don't believe in God. We just like the idea of him. We've never discussed that because it wasn't important and I don't think it ever will be, but I know he feels the same way. We're the perfect fit.
"How does it feel?" I asked after we both sat down under the apple tree we called Cassie, facing the lake and watching the early sunset- just like my favorite scene.
"Oh, Lynz, it's amazing! I feel great- liberated, I- I, I feel-" He held my hand and life was perfect. "Myself." He sighed with a small smile.
"You feel yourself?" I giggled at my own dirty joke. I know it's not even that dirty, but hey, I am a good girl.
"Oh, shush." He blushed.
"Did you break your phone?" I asked after we stared at the sunset for a minute or two in silence.
"Yeah." His response only served to prove that hope was indeed a place unchartered and overgrown. "I don't know what to tell my parents this time- they really won't care, but they'll still question me to make me feel bad. They'll want to know every last detail of the conversation I was having when I dropped it and the time and how far from the ground it was and why I was calling and-" He stopped himself and just groaned. He ran a hand through his hair as he often did when he was stressed; as he often did when he talked about his parents.
"Don't worry about it, I'll help. I'll set something up. I could tell my parents we need to work on a school project or something- I don't know, but I'll get them together." Jay's parents usually forgot about any anger they had towards Jay when they talked to my parents. My parents are the most prestigious Catholic models- they're everything Catholic model couples are- complete hypocrites. And well, I guess having Catholic models makes Jay's parents feel accepted, in a way.
"Thanks, I just really need them to lay off me for a bit- I just can't deal with them right now. Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you." He leaned in and hugged me tight, snuggling into my shoulder as he usually did.
"I would fall apart without you." I whispered as he hugged me and I could hear a soft, choked whisper hoarsely and barely voice out two simple words : me too.
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Oh look a teaser for a new fic haha yay. This is LynzxJamia and inspired by PotatoYoghurt 's super gay fanfics, especially that one with the super long title that it needs a period at the end bc it's just that long. The one about naked Gee. Anyway, I think my writer's block is clearing up a tiny bit, but not too much bc as you can tell from this chapter, my writing is still shit. My writing is usually shit when chapters are this short and tbh I still feel absolutely terrible but I'm trying, okay? Oh, and I promise this will not stay this boring and basic and cliché, like I honestly can't write anything without it being tragic so just prepare yourselves lovies! Byeeee thnks fr th rds + sry fr lng nt
