Finding Love in Winslow

Chapter Two

I was sitting on the train hot and bothered. Replaying the encounter in my mind.

Ever since my girlfriend dumped me sophomore year. I remained single with no interest in sex or anything what so ever. I have never seen myself as a sexual person but that encounter had me second guessing.

"Next stop is Winslow"

I was taken out of my thoughts, with my stop being up next. I got up and grabbed my backpack and luggage. I texted my mom to let her know I just made it.

Text from Mom
"Sorry honey but I got called into work last minute. I left the spare key with my lucky charms."

I could spend money and get an Uber or I could just walk it. Not a very far walk at all.

I got off the train bags in hand, ready to look silly pulling my suitcase through the snow. Being home was a nice feeling but being here reminded me of the treatment I received after being outed.

I have known for a long time, who and what I am. I just didn't think it was important for everyone else to know as well. I have never been ashamed of who I am. But being around these people made me.

But anyways, no dwelling on the past. Let's just take in the freshness.

I made my way past all the shops, bakeries, and boutiques. I saw all the towns people. A few whispered, waved, others honked as I passed, and several flyers were handed to me.

After going to school in New York. My small town just felt ten times smaller. Like that of Stars Hollow in Gilmore Girls.

In no time, I made it to stormy lane. My home looked exactly how I remembered it. This was my first time being back since going to college freshman year. I am now a senior so it has been a while. Some holidays my mother had off, she would take the train to see me. It has just been my mother and I against the world for a very long time. My father was just a sperm donor who has a special relationship with prison. Every time he got out, he always found a way to return.

The men my mother dated, treated me as if I was their own, even when they broke up. Not many men out there would do that, and I really appreciated it.

I walked around to the backyard and dug the keys out of the basket, my mothers favorite leprechaun Charlie was holding. I must say Charlie was the cutest out of her collection.

I went inside the house and straight to my room. I thought for sure she would use it for something else. But it remained the same. Like the last time I saw it.

I hopped in the shower and washed my encounter with Talia away. I decided it was best for me to get out. I can't get comfortable staying inside the whole break.

Walking past our small downtown. I saw what used to be Oliver's convenience store. Someone has now turned it into a cute little coffee shop. I was thinking I could stop by.

I opened my suitcase looking for something casual, hot, and something that screams gay at the same time. That's when I came across my favorite pants suit. I don't mean to brag but this suit just draws attention to me. And specifically my breast.

Waistcoats just fit me so well and boosts my confidence to levels that makes me feel like Bette Porter.

On the bed I saw the flyers I picked up walking from the station and there was a band in town tonight. My favorite suit didn't scream concert. But I still needed to go for the big three.

I digged for another vest until I came across my denim one. Perfect for the occasion.

I got dressed. Freshened up my hair, doused myself in coco Chanel. And accessorized with a few items I thrifted here and there around nyc. I looked myself over in the mirror and was happy with my look.