Dearest,
And the lesbianism continues.
That sounds negative.
I love lesbians, in a gay way.
What am I talking about?
Anyway mlm and wlw solidarity.
All the way.
But Peggy essentially burst through all the doors in school to come find us and tell us about her (another) encounter with Maria.
She panted, then hiccuped. "My mouth tastes like mango loco."
"Why?"
"I drank 3 this morning cause I got 2 hours of sleep."
"Jesus Peggy you're gonna die of a heart attack." Alex exclaimed. (I forgot to mention he was with us this time).
"Nu uh. I had soccer today I need this. And it worked I scored like 3 goals."
"Good job"
"I'm not done!" She hollered. "She came up to me and said she was as super distracted because I did great, and she'd totally cheer for me. And she touched my arm, all lingery like this." She reaches out and kinda half touched my arm.
"Straight women don't do that." I commented, looking at a dazed Peggy.
"Right?! What if she's bi?"
"It's a possibility." Alex murmured.
"I could get a girlfriend." Peggy gasps. "I could get a girlfriend." She takes a step forward and nearly crumples to the floor. I spring forward to catch her. "I could scissor." She slurs her words together sleepily.
"Easy tiger." I pick her up like one of my siblings. I mean it's not easy, she's not exactly light, but she's not heavy either. She immediately falls asleep on my shoulder.
"Why are you so tired anyway?" James asks.
"I was doing stuff." She mumbled into my shoulder. "With Maria."
"Okay okay, let's get you home, yeah?"
"Whatever weirdo."
I took that as a yes and dropped her home. I didn't mind carrying her.
Anything to get them gains I guess.
I'm weird.
That sounds so quirky what the fuck.
Anyway.
It's weird to think Peggy's old because she's a small child in my eyes. But she's not a small child. She's old.
Ish.
She's not like my siblings.
I guess I think of her as my sister now. Is that weird? She's just my friend.
But she saved me from a life of nothing.
It's true.
My first friend.
My best friend.
I find it so coincidental how it works out. But I did.
And I'm forever grateful.
Yours, in memory alone,
John.
