School was tough, because James wasn't there.
I arrive home and plop onto the couch.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" James asks as he walks over, dough in hand.
"Ugh, looking for a job," I grunt.
"You don't need a job in right here, baby." James spoke as he rolled the dough into a ball.
"Well, I can't rely on you, and I have a surprise lurking, waiting until I have enough money to do said surprise."
James left, and came back with more dough.
"Hmm, I see," James walked closer to me. "You could start your own business by making stuff!"
"I feel like that's your shtick." I sit up.
"Yeah, you're right," he acknowledges, and walks back to the kitchen
He comes back with nothing in his hands, hands are freshly washed, and looking soft as ever. I just wanna touch those soft, silky, rough-ish hands.
He sits down next to me. He looked me dead in the eyes, and said, "That book you wrote. Get it published, it's so freaking good, it'll hit the charts! People are gonna love it!"
"I guess I could do that, then I would have to find a publisher and all that jazz."
James turned on the TV. "I heard a great publisher from someone I used to know," he says as he hands me a piece of paper.
I look down at the paper he gave me.
"Call 540-545-6692 to get a publisher to publish your book! Pick your favourite publisher and send 'em your book! It'll be fun! Yay. Oh shoot, do I have to reach the maximum of words? I do? Ok, so hi, this is a business card because I'm gay and" is what it says.
"It's kinda like a choose your own adventure." James looks over.
"Yeah, I mean I feel like choosing a publisher either way is a choose your own adventure," I laugh.
"Yeah. Hey, do you wanna bake with me? I've got a couple recipes I wanna try out with you!"
"Sure, after I make a few phone calls, be back in like I dunno, sometime," I say as I get up.
James pulls me back down again and kisses me. "I love you, baby. Good luck," he speaks.
"I love you too, baby," I kiss him back.
I get up and leave to our room.
I punch in the numbers onto my phone, and wait.
"Hello, what can we do for you?" The person on the other side of the phone asked.
"I need a publisher for my book," I reply.
"Ok, give me your number, and I'll send you a link to all the publishers we have available."
"Ok, it's 540-225-5467," I reply.
"Ok, I'll send you the link for the publishers and the submission form of which one you want! Bye-bye!"
"Bye!"
I check my messages, and there's a message from the number. I click the link, and it ends up being porn.
No, I'm joking, it was actually the link to the website where I choose stuff.
I choose a publisher, and fill out the form.
Another message gets sent by the same number and it says, " after you fill out the form, it'll take a day or two for the publisher to respond. It depends on how busy the publisher is."
I nod my head, and shove my phone in my pocket.
I quickly run back downstairs, and ty to find James.
He's hiding, again, so it's time to go out on a hunt to find the handsome young man.
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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...
