As the weeks flew by, and turned into a month, one question stuck in my brain the entire time.
I was able to get James to eat, and get some meat in him.
"James, I have a question that's been stuck in my brain never leaving." I looked over at James at the dinner table of his home.
"Yeah, babe?" He looked up from his steak I made.
"So, she's actually dead now? My mom?" I asked.
"Yeah." He smiled. "No longer have to deal with that psycho."
"Yay, I guess. I feel bad for celebrating."
"Why? She was an asshole."
"Well, she used to be really sweet, then well, she gave birth to another kid, and hated him with all her hate, and killed him." I look down, sad. One of my best friends as come and pass because of that asshole I even called mom.
"The fuck is wrong with her?" James placed down his fork.
"I don't know. His name was Scoop, and he said he had a crush on this one guy, and then she blew up in his face."
"Scoop, eh? Was he berried somewhere?" James leaned closer to me.
"No, there were no remains of him after my mom turned him into food.... For her best friend." The tears started rolling down my face by the millisecond.
"The fuck is wrong with that woman?" James spoke my thoughts.
"I don't know," I choked out. I took a sip of water,before resuming eating.
Tomorrow we're going to school for eighth grade. I'm not prepared after everything that happened. They allowed the both of us to take this last month off as school started, just so I could keep James alive.
I bought him this cute flower bouquet that's crochet from Etsy, and he keeps it with him at all times. It's even with us right now.
He bought me a crochet two-headed cow from Fallout 4, and I keep him with me at all costs. Even when I'm eating steak.
"Lee, I got you a first day of eighth grade present!" James quickly stood up. "I'll be right back!"
I sat there, hugging my two headed cow tight.. I named him Bloop
James came out with a little box. "Oh my God Lee! You're so cute!" He said as he handed me the box, and kissed me on the lips. He walked over back to his seat.
I opened the box. I gasped.
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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...
