Boy named Kill

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---the next day---

As James and I walked to school, holding hands, while also holding our crochet lil plushies, I thought about if I was gonna make more than one friend. It would be great, but I don't know. Having one other friend, that isn't James, is a bit scary to think about. 

As I've lost so many friends because of who I am as a person. They loved my personality, but once they learned I was trans, and not "your everyday boy" (that's how they put it), they'd leave me in a heartbeat. A heartbeat you'd get after running really fast. 

Soon, we arrived at school, and James and I say our sad goodbyes, as our first few classes aren't together. 

As I stuff my stuff in my lockers, I hold Bloop closer to me. I'm wearing the shirt James made me, and he's wearing the shirt he made himself. Just in case anyone tries to steal either of us. 

*Tap tap*

I'm startled, but I turn around. 

"Hey, uhm I wanted to ask you ou- oh, you have a boyfriend," the guy says as he looksat my shirt. "I'm Kill, your name is?"

I hold Bloop closer to me. "My name is Lee."

My brain was thinking of a whole bunch of things, like, is he related to that one line in that one song? Or is he actually a murderer out on the loose.

"Lee. Can we be friends? I like your style! And well, based on your posters in your locker, and your two headed cow you've got there, you have great taste in music, video games, and TV shows."

I look behind me at my locker. I have a couple Fallout posters, Green Day posters, Stray (the game) posters, Bluey posters, and old car posters (from the sixties, and fifties). I've got a couple Bluey plushies, one of which is Bluey's child, I have Dogmeat from Fallout 4 plush, and so much more.

"Thank you," I croak as I look back at him.

I was getting nervous by the second.

Suddenly, I open my backpack and take out a picture of James and I, and post it on my locker. 

"Is that your boyfriend?" Kill asks.

"Why should I answer that question?"

"Eh, good answer. Here's my phone number if ya ever wanna hang out, now I'm gonna go search for that James guy that's your boyfriend," he hands me a piece of paper, and winks.

Once he's gone, I turn back around, and finish setting up my locker.

I close the locker, and walk to my first class. 

---lunch---

I rolled over to the cafeteria. 

As I searched the cafeteria, my eyes went over to a tree. It was outside, and I saw James was hanging off of the tree, waiting for me.

I ran over, forgetting about lunch. 

"Hey babe!" I screamed as I climbed up the tree, and laid on top of him.

"Hey! Did you get a phone number from a boy named Kill?"

"Yeah, he seemed nice," I respond.

"Yeah, he said we wanted to hangout around lunch time. He didn't say where though." James laughed.

Shortly after, Kill ran up to us.

"Huff puff, hey guys!" He yelled up at us. 

I crawled off of James, and climbed back down onto the ground.

"Hiya!" I gave him my hand to shake. 

James came down shortly after. 

"What are we gonna talk about?" James asked.

"I dunno," Kill replied. 

And then, I came up with a story.

It was about this guy, and he loved writing books. He used this all called Wattpad to make these books. They both thought I was talking about me, as the guy has the same name as me, but nope, just some random trans guy that's into the same shit as me. 

That's weird, considering this book is being written by- wait, this isn't a book.

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