"Who the hell is that?" my mom questioned me.
"I'm his boyfriend," James answered.
"Bitch I wasn't asking you. So there." My mom flipped him off.
"He's James, my boyfriend," I said all weirdly.
"Since uh when?" my mom crossed her arms.
"Today. wait hold up. Yeah today." I checked the time.
"Ugh. You're moving out," my mom ordered.
"I'm only thirteen bitch tits McGee."
"Pack your fucking bags. Neow."
I don't wanna.
She left and I sat there in silence with James poking me.
"C'mon. Let's pack your baggies." James stood up.
I stood up with him and started to pack my bags. He helped me
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After we finished packing my bags, James helped me take them to the outside world.
I was so tempted to flip the cameras off, but did not.
"Sigh, what am I gonna do now?" I sighed.
I feel like a burnt piece of popcorn, and not a French fry.
"Move in with me, obviously," James pointed out.
"Well, I don't want to be a burden."
"You won't be a burden." James hugged me.
I HUGGED back. "Ok, where do you live?"
"Follow me," he said as he grabbed ALL of my bags.
"Okee dokee!" I followed.
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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...
