hello everyone like a few chapters ago. I uploaded a littl bit of my friend's story, so now I'm going to do it for myself. the story s called yet another cliche and is uploaded on another account. so the story is about a transgender girl, who is enemies with a guy and they cross paths again after highschool.
I walked down the street in the rain on a November day, usually I would have read one of my books, which I had a lot but unfortunately, my older brother Maxime forced me to go out for grocery shopping. I never liked talking to people so going for groceries was a nightmare. luckily, I had my headphones and my best friend's number. When she finally answered the call, which took her three times hitting the call button, she looked like she just got out of bed. "Joyce it's three in the afternoon." I said and stared at the screen. Joyce chuckled and looked around. "You should've come to that party!" She said. I shook my head at that. "I don't like parties, you know that." I muttered in the phone. "Come on Amaya, you've never tried it." I rolled my eyes and looked up from the screen. "I've met so many girls and in the opinion of a lesbian there were some good-looking guys too." Joyce was a lesbian and always had a good taste in woman. "didn't you have an appointment with the hairdresser?" I asked. "Shit!" Joyce quickly stood up and ran and the screen was too shaky to look at. "So why are you actually calling me?" I heard some dressers open and close on at Joyce's side. "Because I don't want to get kidnapped." I said more in a joking way. "Did Max force you to go out of the house again? On a rainy day?" she asked. I chuckled at that. "Yeah, I was reading a book!" I said, there was no answer or any sounds for a minute. "Are you dead?" I asked. "No brushing my teeth." Joyce answered, obviously still with her toothbrush in her mouth. I chuckled and entered the store still on the call with a talking Joyce I wasn't listening; I was searching for everything her brother had texted to me. "So pink or blue?" Joyce asked. "What?" I said and looked at the screen Joyce was putting her make-up on. "I am coloring my hair, blue or pink?" Joyce said. I stared at the various kinds of cheese for a long time. "Pink." I said. "Great wanna join?" Joyce asked. "No time." I said and picked up the goat cheese which Max had asked for. "Gotta go." and Joyce ended the call. I took a deep breath, actually I had time to go with her, but I didn't want to, she is my best friend, but I don't like hairdressers, they always say that my red hair is beautiful, and I should take care of it, or something along those lines, I always wanted black hair like my mother had, but my father had red hair and I got his genes. Maxime also got his genes, he was glad about his hair, but I wasn't, it was so red and so easy to see, and I got bullied for it in school. It wasn't because of the hair alone, but I'll come back to that later. Anyways I walked towards the drinks, cookies, and meat to get everything Max asked. I went to the cashier and paid. when I stepped out of the store, I saw that the rain had become worse, I didn't have my driver's license and didn't have an umbrella with me, I also didn't have the money to call an uber or taxi. so I decided to call my brother. When he finally picked up the phone (which took him 5 minutes). He just said. "I'm not going to pick you up because you are too scared to walk in public." And I the great sister I was started yelling. "Have you looked outside twat!" after a few seconds he excused himself. "I'll be there in five." He said and ended the call, I sighed and sat down on some kind of rock that was covered by the roof of the store, waiting for my brother his old Ford Angelina to arrive and pick me up. Spoiler it took him ten minutes. I sat next to him in the car and glared at him. "I'm sorry it was ten minutes." He rolled his eyes. "I am not mad about that, you know next time you can do it yourself; nobody asks for those specific things, you know how long I've wandered around to find the right ice cream they didn't even have?" I asked. he started laughing, which made me even more angry. "don't laugh." I said. he stopped laughing and glanced at me. "Eyes on the road." I said cooly. He nodded and looked at the road. "I heard that Joyce has a girlfriend." He said. "Why do you care?" I asked. "Just asking." Maxime said. I rolled my eyes. "She had a hook-up it's something else." He chuckled. "Why are you jealous?" I asked. he shook his head. "I actually have a boyfriend." Maxime said. "No way! Max that's great, who is it?" I looked excited at Maxime, and he smirked. "I thought you were mad at me?" he teased. "Just tell me." I said, he snorted and looked at me. "You don't even know him; his name is Logan Trichet." I nodded. "When can I meet him?" I asked. "Never." Max said and looked at me with one of those teasing grins of his. "Eyes on the road your dumbass!" I said, he chuckled. "we're only together for a month, he asked me if I wanted to meet him in the mall tomorrow and I'm asking you to come with me." He said. I looked at him for a moment. "In a mall? Are you crazy everybody is there." I said. he chuckled and patted my lap. "you're socially so awkward, it'll be fun you can ask Joyce to come with you." He said. "I'm not sure, she really is overwhelming sometimes, is it your first date?" I asked, I knew it was because that month he had been with me every single day. he shook his head. "I sneaked out at night and met with him, so I don't mind Joyce coming." He said. "No, I don't think I should ask her." I said. he shook his head. "Are you having an argument or something?" he asked. "No, it's just," I took a deep breath. "she's having a relationship with some Cloe." I said. "You are jealous?" he asked. "no." I said. "You are!" he exclaimed and stopped for the red light and turned to me. "It isn't what you think it is." I said. "She is dating a girl, but you wanna be that girl." He said. I wanted to say no, but I would be lying dating your best friends is a big no, but she is so beautiful her then still long black hair and those beautiful eyes. I hated those eyes. "Okay you know what it is." I said and looked at my brother. "She has a body count higher than our bills." He said. "Our bills aren't that high." I said. he rolled his eyes and started driving again and pulled in the spot. "When are you going to get our own driver's license?" he asked. I shrugged. "Probably when I have a job." I answered. he looked at me for some time obviously thinking about an answer. "They have a job available in the store you like that store who sells books." He said. I nodded. "I'll think about and look tomorrow, okay?" I asked. he nodded and we both left the car. "Back to the Joyce drama, if I was you, I wouldn't do it. she has a high body count and is not your type. Honestly and you know her opinion about dating transgenders."
