As we continued to make out, I wanted to say a sentence. A sentence that could tie this all together.
As he let go, I wanted to speak that sentence... But I did not.
"More?" He asked sexually
"I just met you, you silly! Maybe when we're together as a couple!"
"Will you be my boyfriend?" He asked, truly meaning it.
"If I say not right now, then it'll seem like I don't wanna. Let's go on another date, this time to a donut shop," I offered
"Yes! Let's go to a donut shop!"
As we walked, he really wanted to hold my hand, and everytime he reached for my hand, the sentence I wanted to speak kept on screaming louder and louder in my head
Once we arrived at the unnamed donut shop, we walked in.
We ordered our donuts, I payed because I asked him out in the date, and I believe that whoever asked the other out on a date, must pay.
As we sat down with our donuts, James started questioning me. Everytime I answered one of his dumb... I mean great questions, my brain just kept on wanted me to say that sentence! Just, I didn't want to say just yet.
James reached over, and brushed of a piece of donut on my face. He stopped for a moment, and caved in. He leaned over and kissed me in the lips.
The sentence was now screaming louder than ever before.
"You're like a French Fry nice, hot, and when I kiss you, delicious." I spoke that sentence that had been screaming in my brain.
"Aww, you too!" James stood up.
He yanked me off of the seat, and picked me up.
"Hold on, there's something you should know," I stopped him.
"Yeah, wassup?"
"A few months ago, I had a dream... And in that dream...." I told him everything that had happened in that dream.
"So you're letting go of your past form?"
"Now that sounds like I evolving into something weird." I pointed out.
"You're not something weird, you're like a French Fry! Just like you said for me!" James encouraged me.
"Aww, thank you!" I hugged him tighter. Never let go.
"Anyway, now let's get back to what I was doing!" He meant that in a positive way.
"Ok~"
We left the donut shop, and he continued to hold me all the way to my home.
"Oh god my mom's gonna kill me!" I say, as I remember I snuck out.
"Oh shit. Can I be there to stand up for you? From what you've told me about your mom is that you can't stand up for yourself from more than trying to talk some sense into her!"
"I don't know," I stopped. "That might make things worse. I don't know!"
I shoved my head into his shoulder.
"I'm coming with you!"
"Ok," I muffled through his shoulder.
We snuck in, not triggering the cameras, and made it in safely.
We sat there, whispering to ourselves about stories.
I tackled him, and started kissing him.
"You're like a French Fry!" I whisper yelled in his ear.
"You too," he whispered back in my ear. He started nibbling my ear.
He moved down to my neck, and made me his by giving me a hickey underneath my collar line.
I decided to do the same.
I stared into his Green eyes. They looked so filled with life.
I grabbed my headphones, and slid in one of the earbuds into his ear, and one into mine.
I brought my phone up and opened Spotify.
He yanked my phone out of his pocket, and started playing his Spotify. Which consisted of Green Day, The Cardigans, The Longshot, My Chemical Romance, and plenty more.
"We've got the same music tastes," he whispered in my ear.
"That we do," I whispered in his ear.
Right then, my mom busted through my room. Or door?
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You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)
General Fiction((EDIT: changed the description!)) "you're like a French Fry, nice, hot, and when I kiss you, delicious." *Dramatic music plays* Will Lee actually let go of his mom? Will Lee become an author with a boyfriend or girlfriend? Will Lee truly love hims...