"Oh my God!" I scream.
"Lee? Is that you?" The person walks closer to me.
"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me." My voice was shakey.
"But, baby, I wanna make out," Cred says as he comes closer.
"Don't baby me, you motherfucker!" I yell.
"Lee, who's that?" James asks me.
"Cred, a old, fake friend of mine that just wanted to fuck me. Didn't love me any other way, just wanted sex. I kept on getting sexually assaulted by him, even when I stopped him, or tried to." My eyes were locked on that piece of shit.
James eyes suddenly went up in flames, flames of fury (his eyes aren't on fire), anger. "No one harasses my boyfriend!" He screams, as a bullet gets hit right in his direction.
He blocks the attack with the shield.
And now, shits about to go done just like a video game.
I search the floor for something to attack him with.
I find a gun. My shakey hands pick up the gun, and aim it at Cred.
Cred keeps shooting down Ukraine, and I'm about to ruin this motherfucker's life.
I pull the trigger. The bullet flies through the air, and hits him as soon as the cops arrive.
Cred turns around, only hit in his lower stomach, and aims at me. James reflects the attack, the bullet flies straight to the ground.
I shoot Cred, over and over again until he can't shoot down Ukraine anymore.
The cops look at me, and pint their gun at me.
I drop the gun, and put my hands up in the air.
"I swear, I wanted to save Ukraine, that's all I wanted to do! Please don't kill me, I love this country more than my home country, please don't kill me!" My voice is scared.
I'm scared.
"I'm sorry, but we don't speak English, so-" the cops say.
"Я не розмовляю українською, але можу сказати, що якщо ви його вб'єте, ви втратите нас обох і двох людей, які люблять свою країну більше, ніж свою батьківщину," James speaks Ukrainian.
I don't understand a word he just said, but whatever it was, the cops put their guns down, and apologize.
They grab Cred's body, and say that I'm free to go.
My heart rate slows down, I'm easing.
James walks over, puts his hands on my shoulders, and guides me to our shield. I pick it up, and we walk inside the hotel.
Not before an Ukrainian stops us.
"Hello, that k you so much for saving us! I'm Mar, by the way!" She puts out her hand for us the shake.
We shake hands. "Mar? Mar, Margaret, Meg?" I ask, to confirm it's the right person.
"And three more, but yeah, that's me! Wait, are you Lee?" She asks.
"Yeah, Mar it's great to see that you're still alive! I'll see you tomorrow for the meetup for my book?"
"Yeah! I showed it to my friends, and well, with your 35 chapters, my eight friends brought the word count on it to 269! I'm quite proud of you two, whatcha gonna do?"
"We're gonna fuck in the street," James butts in.
"I- you do you boo, but do it when no one is around, which is never."
"Nah, we'll fuck somewhere else," I answer.
James gasps. "Not in the street? C'mon! It'll be fun!"
"To have people watch a trans guy get fucked by a bisexual guy? Yeah, sure. They'd enjoy that so much." I roll my eyes.
"Lee!" James whines.
"If it happens by accident, we'll just say it was in purpose, ok?" I grab his face.
He kisses me on the lips, and soon, shit gets hot. We might fun in the street after all.
But, not today, as James picks me up, and takes me to the elevator reserved for us only.
We enter, and James holds me closer.
"Glad we survived that," he speaks, his hot breath on my face.
He still smells like that sweet cologne.
"I love you~"
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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...
