You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

Guitar Straps hold me together (you do too)

We all walked into the mall. My eyes grazed over all the shops.

"Let's go!" James yelled as he yanked me behind him.

"Wassup?" 

"You know how you have all those songs written, but no band or even instrument to play the songs?" James asked.

"Yeah, but I have voice memos of me singing the songs!"

"Today's our lucky day!" He replied as he brought us to an instrument store.

"Wait, we're doing the band thing for reals?" Kill and I asked in unison.

"Yeah, we'll be called the Fuck Ups, and it's be amazing!" James responded as we walked in. "Pick any guitar you want, I'll grab the sound equipment," he whispered in my ear.

He walked off with Kill behind him like a lost dog. 

My eyes traveled over the guitar options, and one caught my eye. It was bright pink, with blue accents.

Just like if James and I's hair would to collide. Well, I have a really faded pink that's hardly noticeable until you look up close at my hair. 

"Found the perfect one?" James asked. "You've been staring at that one for a few minutes."

I nod my head.

"Oh! I see why you like it!" He kisses my cheek, before going to the cashier to ask for the instruments. 

---after shopping---

We arrived at James' house, and set up our music equipment in his garage. 

I was set to make posters to hang around the city. I used James' drawings (I asked, he said I could), and wrote in big caps, "GARAGE CONCERT AT 364 Angel St.. FROM 5PM-7:30PM! COME NOW! While IT LASTS!" 

Once I was done making the posters, I hung them around the city.

We had a couple hours to practice until the concert, so that's what we planned to do.

---after few hours later---

James point of view:

5pm sharp, is when we opened the garage door for our concert.

I looked out. There was a small crowd already forming.

Lee emerged from behind our little makeshift stage.

"Hello everyone! I'm Lee, and I'm the singer and guitarist of the Fuck Ups! Please welcome the other band members onto the stage!" Lee screamed I to the mic.

He was so cute, standing up there, his guitar hanging from his neck.

Kill and I came up from behind the stage.

We had our own mics because we were also the background singers.

"Hello!" I start. "I'm James, the bass and backup vocals!" 

Kill looks at me, to make sure he can talk.

I nod my head.

"I'm Kill! The drummer, and also backup vocals!" He yelled out to the crowd.

Lee took in a deep breath.

"This first song is called, Guitar Straps And You Are Holding Me Together." He screamed out.

"My life's a mess, and without you, I'm nothing.

I wear these guitar straps to remember who I am

I look at you to remember who I love.

But when I'm left alone, without you

I feel useless. I'm just a complete mess

I feel bad, but it's the truth.

I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you

Id probably kill myself before my mom would've 

I wouldn't be standing here today, the guitar straps 

Holding my guitar, and my life together 

You're like my guitar straps.

If i let go of the guitar, the guitar gets caught by the guitar straps.

If I let go of my life, you're there to save me

If the guitar straps aren't there, and I let go, my guitar

Is gonna die.

Just like real life. 

If you a aren't there, and I fall apart, I'm gonna

Die

Die

Die

Die.

So, you're more than just a guitar strap

You're the world. Your bright pink hair, radiants

Down onto my hands, as I hold 

The French fry cured in resin.

With that text written in it.

The words I spoke when I first fell

Fell for you

You. 

"You're like a French Fry, nice, hot, and when I kiss you, delicious."

I love you more than you think," the song ends, and he walks over to me.

He grabs my face, and kisses me .

There's screams, and claps coming from the crowd. 

Lee let's go, and a smile breaks into his face. "I love you," I whisper in his ear..

We continue the concert, having the time of our lives.