I laid there, my body drifting off to sleep.
I was so tired, I couldn't even open my eyes all the way.
"Whatcha doing?" James asked, while he played Harvest Moon on his DS.
"Being too tired to even open my eyes, which is annoying, I wanna do stuff with you," I spoke, my voice sounding tired.
It was my birthday, and I'm too tired to even get up. "What year is it?" James looks over.
"I dunno," I reply.
"2025?"
"Wait, did people already vote for president?" I sit up.
"Last year, yeah." James looked back at his game.
"Who won?" I ask, my fingers crossed.
"Uh, I think Joe Biden," he spoke.
"Oh thank god!" I was relieved.
"I know, right? Like, you wouldn't have been be here with me right now-"
"I don't wanna talk about Project 2025," I interrupt James.
"Ok, well, we won't!" James smiles.
"Wait, you're serious?" I look over.
"Yeah, I don't want to talk about something you don't want to talk about."
"Aww, thank you!" I hug him.
He giggles, as I watch him play Harvest Moon.
"What do you wanna do for your birthday?" James questioned.
"I don't know," I told the truth.
"Party like it's 1999?"
"Does that include drugs and alcohol?" I didn't want to do any of that.
"Well," James started as he closed his DS. "This party, doesn't have drugs or alcohol. It has me!" He laughs.
"I already get to experience your party." I laugh.
"Ok, well, I was just joking. A lil bit." James turned around, so we were now facing eachother.
I smile, as he grabs my hand.
"I've got a surprise for you!" He pulled me along with him.
"Is it a painting of your dick?" I was mostly joking. It should be a photo, not a painting. Ok, I'm too insane to even exist right at this moment. "I like your dick." I blurted out.
"You wish! And thank you!" James pulled me along, as we walked out of the building.
"Yeah, that's why I asked!" I had a big ole grin on my face.
"Ok, well, I'm pretty sure this surprise is better than that! Now close your eyes!" James ordered.
I closed my eyes, shut.
He guided me for a lil bit, before stopping.
"Open your eyes!" He sounded happy.
I opened my eyes, relieved I didn't fall asleep.
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed as I ran over to my surprise.
"Like it?" He asked.
"Babe! I love it!" I placed my surprise down and ran over to him.
I grabbed his chin, and kissed his lips.
We were there for awhile.
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You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)
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