You Had Me At 'Down With Cis' | frerard

cool shirt i love that band

disclaimer: look I'm not trying to start any fights, it's literally just a fic, that is all

{frank}

She was wearing a 'Down With Cis' shirt and I was confused.

Like any other person non-knowledged about sexual and gender orientation, I thought the shirt might have been referencing a cool band.

It wasn't unusual that I wanted to get the hell out of school. So as usual I was looking for anything to be a distraction.

So the girl who walked in class wearing a 'Down With Cis' shirt was my undecided distraction today.

She took a seat near the front of the room and started to lay out all her materials neatly.

It was the middle of the school year and I had never noticed her until today. Maybe it was because I was so consumed with finally getting out of this hellhole, called high school, that I never registered her.

She certainly didn't blend in with the mass of students with her short-cropped black hair and smudgy eye makeup. But her dark clothes didn't particularly help her stand out either.

From the back of the class I watched her. Now, it was more than the shirt that interested me, it was her chipped fingernail polish and the way she tried to keep her movements as small and not noticeable as possible.

This sudden infatuation was ridiculous. I needed to focus on making a solid C in this class and not some random girl. 

After class was over I decided I would ask her about the shirt.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the school day, I was the first person out of my seat and the only person standing beside the mysterious girl.

I tapped her on the shoulder and she whirled around, panic scrawled all over her face.

I raised my hands in the surrender position so she would know I wasn't trying to harm her.

She took a step back to where she was pressed against her desk, "Can I help you ?"

I stuttered for a moment before answering her.

"....I just wanted to say that I liked your shirt."

She raised a thick eyebrow and excitement crept on her face," Really?"

"Yeah, I really like that band. "

Then, she started to laugh hard. Very hard.

I started to get the feeling that Down With Cis wasn't a band. But since I'm an idiot I kept up with it.

"They're pretty underground I'm surprised they even have merch; where'd you get the shirt?"

She giggled at my complete ignorance.

"You have no idea what Down With Cis means do you?"

"To be honest, I have no fucking idea." I scratched at my neck.

At this point we were the last people in class.

She glanced hurriedly down at her phone and huffed,"This was funny and all, but I need to go."

She swung her bag onto her shoulder and started to sprint away.

I chased after the battered converse and black knee socks. When I finally caught up with her, she was outside, standing beside a black car.

"What's your name?"

"You'll have to look 'Down With Cis' up."

She started to get into the car, but I still had questions.

"What does that even mean?"

"If you look it up you'll find out all you need to know. Then decide if you want to talk to me again."

She slammed the car door and the driver sped off.

Her last comment left me unsettled. It was vague and gave more questions than I already had. If it was something that would leave my image of her that tarnished, did I really want to know what it was?

I shook those thoughts out my head and started to walk home.

(A/N) So please comment if this even remotely sparked your interest, and if there is an actual trans person that would like to help me with the Gee parts that would be greatly appreciated because i really really don't want to offend anyone, tumblr knowledge only goes to an extent if you know what i mean, so pm me if you're interested.... but thanks for reading and i'll try to update soon thanks !!

-lola :)