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

Filler Chlapter (getting a Job addition)

Dedicated to: Yumyan Hammerpaw for the wonderful photo of him

I breathed in and out, preparing myself for the job interview for Mel's.

James holds my hand as we walk in.

"I'm not allowed with you, but I'll be waiting, right here," James says as he pats the arcade stuff Mel's has always had. "Definitely not spending money."

I giggle, and hug him. "I got this."

I leave James and go talk to the boss's office.

"Hello! You must be Lee! Come on in!" Fender shuffles me into their office.

I sit down, and hand them my paper work, and job application.

They inspect my stuff before saying, "We need a parent signature before you get the job. Other then that, you're the perfect person for the waiter position!"

"Uh, well about that. My moms' are dead. I'm living with my boyfriend and his mom, but no one else besides their cat too."

"We can get your boyfriend to sign it! Just like if he was your husband, then we would have your husband sign it!"

"Wait, that's allowed?" I lean closer. "Because if it isn't, I can go."

"Of course it's allowed! Why wouldn't be?" Fender asks.

"Well, uh you asked for a parent signature not a boyfriend signature," I point out.

"Yeah, well, see there's the other options!" They show me the other options.

"Oh jeez, I can get him over here, right away!" I push back the paper with the other options.

"Ok!"

I leave the boss's office, and walk to the main restaurant.

James is concentrated on a game.

"Hey, J!" I call out.

"Huh? Did you get the job?" He looks up after winning the game.

"Not yet, I need your signature!"

"My signature? Eh, ok," he shrugs his shoulders and walks over to me.

Our hands swoop together and we walk to the boss's office.

"Hello! I am Fender, you must be his boyfriend!" Fender gives James their hand for a handshake.

James accepts the handshake. "Yes, that's me! I'm James."

"Ok James, read this, and if you want, sign," Fender says as they show a piece of paper. They give him a pen.

James reads the entire paper, thoroughly, before signing.

"Ok! Lee, you work for three hours a day, from five to eight! If you wish for longer work hours, you may talk to me!" Fender grabs the paper, and puts it in a filing cabinet.

"You should do five to nine," James whispers in my ear.

I nod in response. "Can I do five to nine?" I ask.

"Yes!" Fender grins. "See you two, assuming you're." Fender pokes James in the gut. "Gonna be here when he works, in a few days! Start Monday!"

We nod our heads, and leave.