Keep on Pretending, Pretty Girl. (Regina George x Trans Man Reader)

Mans Bestfriend

Feeling a mixture of anger and disappointment, Wyatt decides to leave the chaotic atmosphere of the cafeteria behind and head home early. As he steps through the front door, he's greeted by the familiar wagging tail of his loyal companion, Rosco.

Rosco bounds over to Wyatt, his tail wagging furiously as he nuzzles against his owner's leg. Wyatt crouches down to ruffle Rosco's fur, the simple act of affection soothing his frayed nerves.

"Hey there, buddy," Wyatt murmurs, scratching behind Rosco's ears. "You always know how to make things better, don't you?"

Rosco responds with a happy bark, his eyes shining with unconditional love as he gazes up at Wyatt. Sensing his owner's need for comfort, Rosco nudges Wyatt's hand, urging him to follow.

Wyatt's lips curl into a small smile as he realizes what Rosco is suggesting. "You want to go for a walk, huh?" he asks, his voice softening.

With a bark of affirmation, Rosco bounds towards the door, his tail wagging eagerly. Wyatt chuckles and grabs the leash, clipping it onto Rosco's collar before heading out into the crisp autumn air.

As they stroll through the neighborhood, the tension of the day slowly begins to melt away. Wyatt takes comfort in the simple pleasure of Rosco's companionship, the rhythmic sound of their footsteps echoing in the quiet streets.

With each step, Wyatt feels a sense of calm wash over him, his mind momentarily freed from the worries of high school drama. As the sun sets in the distance, casting a warm glow over the horizon, Wyatt knows that no matter what challenges lie ahead, he'll always have Rosco by his side. And for now, that's enough to make everything feel right in the world.

As Wyatt and Rosco amble along the sidewalk, they suddenly encounter two familiar figures with unmistakable vibes of camaraderie and banter. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Wyatt and his trusty sidekick," quips Addison with a mischievous grin, her vibrant blue hair catching the sunlight.

Wyatt chuckles, shooting back a playful retort. "Watch it, Addie, or Rosco might decide to steal your spotlight," he teases, giving his dog an exaggerated pat on the head.

Theo, with his curly brown hair bouncing with each step, chimes in with a smirk. "Oh please, Rosco's got enough charm to go around," he remarks, earning a playful nudge from Addison.

As they walk together, the trio falls into an easy rhythm of laughter and teasing, their sarcastic remarks laced with genuine affection. Wyatt shares the ups and downs of his day at North Shore, embellishing the anecdotes with exaggerated gestures and dramatic flair.

Addison rolls her eyes in mock exasperation. "Leave it to North Shore to turn high school drama into a Shakespearean tragedy," she quips, earning a round of laughter from Theo and Wyatt.

Theo nods in agreement, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, the trials and tribulations of teenage angst," he says dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

Wyatt can't help but smile at his friends' antics, feeling a sense of gratitude for their lighthearted camaraderie. As they continue their stroll, he knows that no matter what challenges come their way, they'll always have each other to lean on—sarcasm, laughter, and all.

Addison and Theo exchange amused glances before Theo turns to Wyatt with a supportive smile. "Hey, Wyatt, how about we shake off the stress with some fun tonight?" he suggests, his brown eyes filled with genuine concern. "There's a party happening later, and I think it could do wonders for your mood. What do you say?"

Wyatt raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he considers Theo's offer. "Ah, the classic 'party therapy,' huh? I like the way you think, Theo," he replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm but genuine appreciation.

Rosco, sensing the change in mood, lets out a happy bark, wagging his tail in agreement.

Addison nods in agreement, her playful demeanor softening with a touch of warmth. "Great! It'll be just the distraction you need," she says, giving Wyatt a supportive pat on the back.

Wyatt gives them both a charming grin, his trademark wit shining through. "Well, who am I to turn down an opportunity for some quality socializing?" he quips, feeling a surge of gratitude towards his friends for their unwavering support. With the promise of a night filled with laughter and good company, he feels a renewed sense of hope for the evening ahead.

Addison nods in agreement with a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, Wyatt, you won't know anybody there except us two," she says, her tone filled with reassurance.

Wyatt's eyes widen slightly at the thought of being surrounded by unfamiliar faces. "Oh, great," he mutters under his breath, feeling a twinge of nervousness. He's never been much of a party person, preferring the comfort of familiar company.

Theo notices Wyatt's apprehension and offers a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, Wyatt. We'll stick together and make sure you have a blast," he says, his playful tone aimed at easing Wyatt's nerves.

Wyatt manages a weak smile, grateful for Theo's attempt to lift his spirits. "Thanks, Theo. I appreciate it," he replies, feeling a sense of comfort knowing that his friends will be there to support him.

Rosco barks in agreement, sensing his owner's apprehension.

Addison smiles warmly, eager to see her friends have a good time. "It'll be fun, I promise," she says, offering Wyatt an encouraging pat on the back.