I woke up the next morning with Fallon snuggled next to me his lips on my neck and his nose on my cheek with his arms wrapped around me.
I get out of bed careful not to wake him up. I walk down the hallways to hear Mine (Taylor's Version) coming from Devon's room. I opened her door and saw a very distraught Devon and by the smell of the room she was smoking weed. As well as her appearance being entirely different.
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Devon sees me and starts crying. "I'm sorry," she whimpers. I don't answer but I lock the doors and sit down on her bed. "Why?" I say in a firm voice cutting off the music. "Well I've been sneaking out recently to see these kids from school that are REALLY popular, one of the boys kept hitting on me and um- trying to have sex with him, I declined every time, so he called me a-a-a d-d-dyke, and he gave me weed and he said I looked like one and if I wanted to prove I wasn't one I had to makeover myself or he'll tell the whole high school," she whimpers crying harder. "Oh Devon but why would it matter what he thought of you?" I ask her. "Because I don't want to be that," she whispers. "But, you shouldn't really care-," I begin to say, "I DO CARE BECAUSE I LIKE GIRLS, GODDAMIT!" she whisper-yells at me.
Then the tears start coming, she flings her arms around my neck and holds on tightly. "Oh Devon, how do you want me to be there for you?" I ask kissing her head. She says nothing just cries harder.
After that I disposed of the weed under her bed, washed out the hair dye and the makeup. We listened to Taylor Swift all morning and just talked.
