Always Be Forever

Chapter 23: Chris

2087, BCE, October 20

"It's Tiffany,"

I heard Amy tell me, pointing towards the obituary's that showed up at the end of the newspaper. We were both still in our pyjamas, and had just woke up. Our mom was out of town, so it's just the two of us at home. Saturday morning, and we sit in the living room, staring at the blank TV while drinking hot chocolate. "It's sad," I had commented while I had taken a sip of my drink. "You got a little something on the top of your mouth," Amy had told me, while gesturing to where it was. "I have a weird question," I had started, after I had rubbed the spot of hot chocolate off of my face. "What is it?" She had asked as she had stood up and went to the dining room that was just off to the right side of the living room. "Are you bi?" I had asked. There was no reply. "Just be honest," I had told her after she turned around and had given me a stern look. "Okay, yes I am," she had told me while she had sat down on the sofa and had hid her face in a pillow. "There's nothing to be ashamed of," I had told her. "I don't want to tell mom," she had commented, looking away. "It was hard enough for you to come out to her, I don't want to go through the same thing," she had told me. It was true; I had to come out to our mother. I am trans, but I don't try to let it define me. I was originally born female, but I feel more comfortable in men's clothing. I haven't exactly made the transition, but I'm going to soon. As long as I can talk to my mom about transitioning, she'll let me. "Do you think they're going to host a funeral?" Amy had asked, putting the pillow away. "For Tiffany?" I had asked. Cashmere's obituary was also in the newspaper, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to upset Amy. She has a crush on her, and it'll just destroy her if I say something. "Yeah. And also Cashmere," Amy had added on before she had broke down in tears. "Who told you?" I had asked. Normally I'm the one who ends up telling her the bad news. "Steven told me. He had heard about it from some kid named Jason. She was killed by Jack Strapple," she had told me.

Damn, I never knew Jack could do something so mean and vulgar. Well, that's probably because we were once friends. We had gone to the same elementary school, yet Amy never knew about him. "I know you had a crush on her," I had told her, comforting her with a hug. "It wasn't just a crush, I loved her," She had told me, muffled, because she was speaking from my top. "I know," I had commented, running my hand through her hair. "I wish mom was here," Amy had told me. I really wish she were too, but when she's on her yearly vacation, I dress the way I feel the most comfortable, and I can't do that around her. "There is one other family we can go to if you want to. The Oxfords," I had told her. "You're right, I completely forgot about that," Amy had told, backing away from the hug and drying her tears. "I'm going to go get changed. Can you tell me what the weather is so I know what to change into?" Amy had asked, standing up from the sofa. "Yeah sure," I had told before I had got up, and headed to the front door as she walked to the hall that had our bedrooms. Opening the door, I noticed something on the welcome mat. They were two white boxes that were wrapped in gold ribbon. One of them had Amy's name on it and the other had mine. "Chris?" I heard Amy ask, reminding me to tell her about the weather. It was a little on the cool side. "It's a little on the cool side," I had told her before picking up the boxes and taking them in. "What is that?" Amy had asked, while running a brush through her hair as she came out to the living room and I was setting the boxes on the dining room table. "I don't know. One of them is for you," I had told her, handing her the box with her name on it.

She had set it down on the sofa and had undone the ribbon. Taking off the white top part of the box, she had seen a white piece of paper that had fancy writing on it. It had said:

Amy Lodge has been cordially invited to the funeral of Tiffany Kyle. It is taking place at St. Michael's Chapel later today at 4:00.

She had then put the note onto the side, and had realized that there was more inside the box. There was a long black plain dress wrapped in tissue paper. Taking the dress out, and realizing that it had long sleeves as she had exclaimed, "It's really pretty," before taking a look at the box to reveal that the last thing in it were black shoes. "I'm going to change into this," Amy had told me before she grabbed the shoes and dress and had taken them to her bedroom. I opened my box, and I noticed that I had got the same note, except with my name. So, we're invited to a funeral. I have never heard of someone inviting someone through a note and costume on the same day as the funeral. Something's not adding up. I didn't have a dress in my box, instead I had a suit in the tissue paper, and there were dress shoes at the bottom of my box. Grabbing the suit and shoes and taking them to my room, I got changed into them. Putting the suit on, I realize that it fits. How the hell does these other people know my size? Even the shoes fit. "You look handsome," I heard Amy tell me from around the corner. I turned around and noticed her wearing the dress and the shoes. "I can't believe these fit!" Amy had exclaimed, acting rather jumpy. "Don't you find this a tad suspicious?" I had asked her, cause this is just really freaky of how other people know our sizes of clothing and shoes. "You call this suspicious?" Amy had asked me, sitting down on my bed.